My Mate Humiliated Me, I Became Rogue Luna

Chapter 2

"Freya, have you lost your goddamn mind? I'm broadcasting the strength of this pack to every network in the territory,what the f**k are you doing?"

Ryan's face flipped in a second. His eyes flooded over with the deep, animal brown of his wolf-form.

He shoved me. Hard. Beta strength, no warning,I stumbled three quick steps back and went down on the cold stone floor.

Sienna's eyes went pink and wet. She rounded on me, scolding.

"Sis, don't blame Ryan for losing his temper. You went too far. You know how much every stream matters for his promotion, and you yanked the power."

Ryan didn't even look at me on the floor. He turned and started fumbling with the crystal connector, trying to bring the stream back up.

I pushed myself to my feet. Let my wolf bare her teeth in my throat. Raised my voice.

"Did you not hear me? I want you both gone. Off my territory!"

Ryan's hands stilled.

Sienna tugged at the leather of his vest, voice all gentle, all delicate.

"Ryan, do you think she's actually angry? Maybe go calm her down? Did I do something wrong?"

Sienna is my stepsister.

Ten years ago, my father remarried,took her mother as his wife,and she came with the deal. She moved into our pack territory and never left.

I treated her like blood. I gave her every advantage I had.

And now I was watching her try to steal my Mate.

Ryan's expression had gone dark and ugly. He'd already taken Sienna's hand and pulled her behind him, sheltering her like a wounded thing.

"Freya, what is wrong with you? Why are you having a meltdown here?"

I pointed at the door. "Last time I'm saying it. Get out."

Ryan grabbed Sienna's hand and walked her out without another word.

Half an hour later, my phone buzzed.

[Sis, the woods are freezing. Ryan and I had no choice but to check into the Pack Lodge. Ryan knows I'm afraid of the dark, so he booked a double-bed Moon Chamber.]

[Don't worry. We're only sleeping. There won't be any Mating behavior.]

I tapped into her WolfGram. She'd just posted.

A selfie, taken from the den-bed at the lodge. Soft lighting. Pretty pout. And in the background,visible for half a frame, a glimpse she had to know she was leaving,Ryan, stretched out on the same bed beside her, in nothing but his briefs.

I didn't reply to either of them. I turned away from my phone and started packing.

I was leaving. And the house,my family's house, my parents' inheritance, the property they never paid a cent for,I was selling it.

I was halfway through emptying my closet when Ryan called. His voice was tight.

"Freya, do you know your little stunt is trending? Every pack on this continent now knows I have an unreasonable Beta for a wife."

"Go post a video and clean it up. Say it was a drill, a rehearsal,I don't need this dragging down my standing with the Alpha Council."

I didn't need to check the trending tab to know what it said. Jealous, possessive Beta wife. Yanked the cord on her husband's stream because she couldn't stand her stepsister getting attention.

Ryan's standing.

His career was simulating mating positions with my stepsister on camera and giving the audience just enough to keep them watching.

Drop dead.

"You're the one who should be explaining," I said, voice flat. "Your mess. Not my problem."

"Freya, are you insane? Do you have any idea how unhinged you sound right now? Like a Rogue with rabies." Ryan was furious. I could hear his control fraying.

In the background, Sienna's voice came through, soft and sticky-sweet.

"Ryan, baby, don't hassle her. I'll just post something later. I'll apologize."

Ryan's voice came back, frigid.

"Freya. Look how reasonable Sienna is. Now look at yourself. I am sick of you. I'm done."

I didn't want to hear anything sharper than that. I hung up.

If Ryan and Sienna had actually been clean,if the line they were always toeing had really been just a line,then yeah, I was acting like a lunatic.

But the truth was, they were dribbling pheromones into the camera on every stream, and what they did off-camera was filthier than I could stand to picture.

Whatever I did to them, they had it coming.

It didn't take long. Sienna posted the apology video.

In it, her eyes were rimmed red. She'd been crying. Or doing a very good impression of it.

She gazed wetly into the camera, voice trembling.

"I'm so sorry, everyone. From now on I'll watch my words on Ryan's streams. I'll do my very best not to upset my sister."

"And if my sister needs me to,I'll quit streaming forever. I'll even leave the pack."

The comments were almost unanimous. Pitchforks pointed at me.

[Sienna, you don't owe her ANYTHING! You're so sweet, why are you apologizing to that shrew? She doesn't deserve to be Ryan's Mate!]

[Everyone with eyes can see you and Ryan are joking around. Your wicked-ass sister is the only one making it political. I hope she runs into a silver hunter on her next walk so I can ship you two in peace]

[Imagine being Ryan, stuck with that joyless ball-and-chain. Suffocating. Reject her already, please?]

That was when I saw Ryan's comment on her video.

[Sienna, you've done nothing wrong. No matter what, you're the most important family I have.]

I almost threw up.

I hired two movers. We worked through the night, and by sunrise I was out of the home where Ryan and I had bonded.