She Eyed My Spot, My Alpha Let Her

Chapter 10: Her Colors I

Sharon’s POV

I was waiting for Maria, one of my people, to come give me the report of the day. I was satisfied by how Pete dealt with that lowly she-wolf mate of his. Like always, he didn't even allow her to say her side of the story. She was then confined to her room, but I had my own way of breaking her further. I had just started, and by the time I am done with her, she will walk away on her own.

Maria finally came and reported everything. At the end, she hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “There is one more thing. The information you requested has been confirmed.”

My lips curved slightly. “Tell me.”

“Luna Leia visited the bakery this morning in human territory. She placed an order for a birthday cake.”

Of course, she did. My hand curled into a ball because I hated it when I heard her name next to a title that meant everything to me. So she wasn't just spending the money I generated for the pack today when I snatched the dress from her in that shop—it was for her birthday? Interesting!

I let out a soft breath, as if mildly amused. “So she truly believed she would be celebrating?”

I didn't need an answer, but I used the words just as an anchor for my plans. The maid remained silent. I told her to inform Leia that she should go help in the kitchen. Yes, that was my idea, and I knew Pete wouldn't oppose me on that one, even if he found out.

I turned back to the mirror, adjusting a loose strand of hair. “You may go.”

She bowed slightly and left the room.

People often mistake silence for innocence. They look at a grieving widow, soft-spoken and composed, and they see fragility. They see someone to be protected, someone to be pitied. They lower their guard without even realizing it. I'm happy because that actually worked in my favor. Sharon gets what Sharon wants, and I'm going to get it all.

I stood before the mirror in my room after dinner, where I put Leia in her place. I adjusted the fall of my dress as I studied my reflection. Every detail mattered. The way I carried myself, the tone of my voice, the expressions I chose to show, and the ones I carefully concealed, they all mattered. The pack has already begun to notice the disparity between me and her. When the time comes, they will naturally fall into place.

Nothing about everything that happened was accidental. Not anymore. When Lionel died, the world expected me to break. They expected me to collapse under the weight of loss, to retreat into mourning and fade quietly into the background while the pack reorganized itself around his absence.

I would have just become a statistic, just a number or a case scenario. Instead, I stepped forward. Someone had to. Well, I could go back to my old pack and live better, but what about Bryan? He was Lionel's son and the rightful heir to this pack.

Lionel was the oldest. He forfeited an Alpha position just because he was a nutcase, obsessed with business. He had poured himself into studying, and he mastered business administration, and he was damn good at it. All he wanted was to grow businesses, but not to run a pack. How short-sighted was he, to not want power?

Though working with him was wonderful, and I learned a lot, I hadn't forgiven him for ruining my opportunity to become a Luna. It has been my dream since childhood.

The business we built was not something that could be left in careless hands at this crucial time. This was all on me, and I will use it to my full advantage. Lionel may have been the face of it, but I was the one who ensured it thrived. I knew every alliance, every weakness, every opportunity that could be used to our advantage. I knew that it was this knowledge that kept Pete by my side for all these months. I was well aware that by sticking closer to me, he was doing it for the pack. I was doing everything for my sake.

Pete had stepped into his role as Alpha, but he was mate-less just a while ago. Suddenly he was mated, and things happened so fast. Though I wanted to be happy for my brother-in-law, I was vexed by the fact that a random low-level she-wolf would occupy the spot I knew I could excel in exceptionally.

Pete was overwhelmed and unprepared for the complexities of leadership. He needed a strong, ranked she-wolf to run along with, not an Omega. Though Lionel's death was painful, and it left a gap, I believe it was fated. I saw exactly where I could position myself in Pete's life so I could take back my spot.

It started as a necessity. At least, that is what I told myself. I wasn't in love with him or anything. I was just… He needed guidance. The pack needed stability. The business needed someone who understood how it functioned. I was the only one who could provide that. Doesn't that make me the only suitable candidate?

Somewhere along the way, necessity turned into something else. Something sharper and more deliberate. I needed to plan and place myself strategically.

I smiled faintly at my reflection. The Luna position had never been meant for someone like Leia. She’s just too soft, weak, and so sentimental. She wasn't fit to rule beside Pete. She’s just a person driven by emotions rather than strategy. Always crying and annoying the heck out of me. ‘Irritating!’

I knew she carried the title of a fated mate. Trust me, I had that beautiful experience with Lionel, and I valued it. But what does that truly mean if she could not stand beside an Alpha and strengthen his rule? Just a goddess-forsaken weak omega. What did fate matter if it placed the wrong person in power?

I picked up the delicate necklace resting on the table and fastened it around my neck, my thoughts settling into a calm clarity. I was not taking something that belonged to her. I was correcting a mistake.