She Eyed My Spot, My Alpha Let Her

Chapter 11: Her True Colors II

Sharon's POV

I left for the Alpha’s office to execute my plan. I needed to ask for his permission. I stated my facts, and he agreed. Of course, why wouldn't he? Sometimes I think he is now catching the drift. I went back to my room and called my trusted maids and set the motion going.

The following day was a weekend. I wasn't going to work. I planned on taking Bryan to an amusement park in town later.

A soft knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” I said.

One of the maids stepped inside, her head bowed respectfully. “Lady Sharon, everything is proceeding as you instructed,” she said.

“Good,” I replied, turning slightly toward her.

“And the invitations?”

“They have been prepared. We are waiting for your final approval before sending them out.”

I nodded. “Bring them to me and leave them by the table in the living room.”

The moment the door closed behind the maid, the softness in my expression faded.

I had made it a point to ensure that nothing happened within or beyond this pack without my knowledge. The guards assigned to me were not just for protection. The staff that moved quietly through these halls were not just servants. They were eyes and ears. Extensions of my will.

I walked toward the window, my gaze drifting over the pack grounds below. Her birthday. What a perfect opportunity.

At first, it had been a simple thought. Now I see a way to draw in influential figures, strengthen alliances, and further secure my position within the pack’s structure while breaking her totally and making her resent her so-called mate bond.

I leaned slightly against the window frame, allowing myself to consider every angle of what was to come.

A public celebration with prominent guests. All eyes watching, and at the center of it all, a fragile Luna who had already begun to lose the confidence of her own pack. On the other hand, me, the kind and caring Luna type that cares about her and the pack’s interests. At least I hope the pack will see that.

All it would take was a carefully placed moment. A shift in perception. A single event that would confirm what I had been subtly guiding everyone to believe. That she was not fit for the position she claimed. That she was unstable and unworthy. Replaceable.

My fingers tapped lightly against the glass as the pieces fell into place. The invitations would be sent out under my direction, but the credit would appear to come from Pete. The arrangements would be flawless, beyond anything Leia could have managed on her own.

And when the time was right, the truth I wanted them to see would unfold naturally before them with no force. No obvious manipulation. Just reality, presented at the perfect moment.

I smiled. “They will see it themselves,” I murmured softly. They already have.

As for Pete… My expression softened slightly, though the calculation behind it remained. He was already where I needed him to be. Conflicted, burdened, and dependent.

He believed he was making difficult choices for the sake of the pack, and as long as he held onto that belief, he would continue to justify every decision that brought him closer to me and push Leia away unintentionally.

He did not need to choose me outright. All I needed was for him to continue choosing the pack. Because I had made sure that, in his mind, I was the pack. And Leia…

A quiet laugh escaped me, low and controlled. She still believed in hope. In bonds. In the idea that love alone could fix what was breaking. That was her greatest weakness, and I intended to use it.

I turned away from the window and moved back toward the table, picking up the stack of invitations that had been left there earlier. My fingers traced the edges thoughtfully.

“Keep everything quiet,” I instructed no one in particular, just an empty room, already knowing the order would be carried out. “No one speaks of the scale of this event, do you hear? Not until I say so,” I whispered.

Secrecy would make the reveal more impactful and more overwhelming.

By the time Leia realized what was happening, it would already be too late for her to stop it. Too late to recover. Too late to hold onto the place she so desperately believed was hers.

I set the invitations down and allowed myself one final glance at my reflection. Composed, controlled, and unquestionably Luna material.

“Let her hold onto her illusions a little longer,” I said softly.

Because when they shattered… there would be nothing left for her to stand on.