My Alpha Baby daddy can’t let me go

Freya’s POV I watched my entire world shatter in a single heartbeat. There he was, Leon, standing in the middle of the glittering hall like he owned every soul in it. My mate. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. And in his arms was a woman I’d never seen before, her body pressed against his as if she belonged there. He didn’t hesitate. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, like he was tasting forever on her lips. I sat frozen in the crowd, the expensive wine in my glass turning sour and metallic on my tongue. Somewhere nearby, members of the elite pack laughed and cheered, completely oblivious. They didn’t know he was mine. They didn’t know he was supposed to pick me. His mother rose gracefully from her seat, clinking a spoon against her crystal glass with a bright, triumphant smile. “To my son and our new Luna!” Glasses lifted all around me. Cheers erupted and everyone drank to their happiness. My stomach clenched so hard I thought I might be sick. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break free or maybe just break completely. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think past the roaring in my ears. “I love you, Leon,” the woman murmured against his mouth, her brown hair spilling over her shoulders like a curtain. “I cherish you.” She kissed him again, and he smiled…that soft, sheepish smile I used to think was only for me. Something inside me snapped. I shot to my feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. The sound cut through the celebration like a scream. I started clapping, slow and deliberate, forcing every eye in the hall onto me. Whispers spread in confusion . “Who is this girl?” “ What the hell is she doing?” “So this is it?” My voice cracked but carried, raw and trembling with everything I’d been holding back. “This is why you invited me here, Leon? So I could sit here and watch you throw me away?” His mother rolled her eyes. Leon’s smile vanished. “I’m your mate,” I said, the word burning like acid in my throat. “Your f*****g mate.” The entire hall gasped. Even the woman in his arms looked startled for a split second before her lips curved into a mocking smile. “You must be Summer,” she said sweetly, tilting her head. “The infamous troublemaker. I’ve heard all about you. How you love stirring up drama. You have nothing, so you thought you could sink your claws into the royal family and live off their money. Dress in pretty things and play queen.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not just delusional. You’re ugly too.” Her words cut deep, but I barely felt them. I was waiting for him. Waiting for Leon to step forward, to defend me, to tell her she was wrong. He didn’t. Instead, he pulled her closer, his hand possessive on her waist, and stared at me like I was a stranger. “I have no idea who you are,” he said coldly, his voice carrying across the silent hall. “That was a serious accusation. Do you have any proof? Because I’ve never seen you before in my life.” The floor tilted beneath me. I reached into my purse with shaking fingers and pulled out the folded medical report. “Here,” I whispered, then louder, “This is the record of the abortion you forced me to get for the pup you put inside me and then abandoned.” Gasps exploded around us. His mother snatched the paper from my hand, her face twisting from smugness to horror as she scanned it. Then, just as quickly, she ripped it to shreds, the pieces fluttering to the floor like broken promises. “What the hell is this?” she snarled. “A fake document? You want your head on a stake for these lies?” She clutched her chest dramatically and let out a piercing cry, collapsing to the ground in a heap of silk and theatrics. The crowd surged forward. Leon and his new mate rushed to her side. I stood there, numb, watching the performance. She was good, I’d give her that but I knew it was fake. All of it was fake except the pain ripping through my chest. Two pack members helped her up. The moment she was stable, Leon’s hand locked around my wrist like iron. He dragged me through the murmuring crowd and out of the hall, whispers chasing us like knives. “He’s going to kill her…poor girl” “She deserves it, causing a scene like that…” Outside, under the cold moonlight, he pulled me down into the underground parking lot. The air was damp and heavy with the smell of concrete and engine oil. He backed me up against his car, his body caging mine, eyes burning with fury and something colder. “What the f**k do you think you’re doing?” he growled, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not yet. “What am I doing?” I shot back, voice breaking. “You brought me here to humiliate me in front of everyone? I was pregnant with your child, Leon. You never showed up. Not once. Not at the hospital. Not when they took our baby away. I went through that alone. And now this? Was I just your dirty little secret? Your toy?” He stepped back, adjusting his collar like the conversation was an annoying wrinkle in his perfect night. He glanced at his watch, then at me, like I was running out of time. “I want you gone,” he said flatly. “For good. Don’t ever show your face here again.” My knees almost gave out. “So… you’re breaking up with me?” “We were never together,” he replied without hesitation. “Don’t be delusional.” The words hit harder than any blow. I felt my heart physically tear… a sickening, ripping sensation deep in my chest. The same way his mother had torn up that report. This couldn’t be real…Werewolves don’t get drunk, so it wasn’t the wine. This was real. He was really saying this. “We can’t be together,” he continued, stepping closer again, his voice dropping low. “I don’t want to see your face anymore.” He reached past me and opened the car door. Then he pulled out a checkbook and pen, leaning against the next car like we were discussing business. “One hundred credits?” he offered casually. I stared at him, searching for any trace of the man I loved. The man who used to hold me like I was his whole world. There was nothing. Just a stranger with a familiar face. “Two hundred?” he tried again. Something cold and sharp settled in my chest. I lifted my chin, meeting his eyes with every ounce of pain and defiance I had left. “Make it twelve million credits,” I said, my voice steady even as tears finally slipped down my cheeks. “And we have a deal.”