Marrying the Wolf King Behind My Ex-Fiancé's Back

Chapter 2

Instinctively, I followed Nate’s gaze downward, and the sight hit me like a slap: my bare skin exposed, arms crossed awkwardly over my chest in a futile attempt at modesty. The contrast with Nate couldn’t have been starker—he stood there, still impeccably dressed, his shirt unbuttoned only at the top two clasps, exuding a infuriating calm.

A flush crawled up my cheeks. I choked back the scream clawing at my throat, snatching my scattered clothes from the ground and bolting into the cover of the trees. Fumbling to dress myself, I fought to steady my ragged breathing.

For a year, I’d prepared to become the Luna of the Rose Pack, ever since my wolf first felt the pull of Jack’s, My family saw it as a rare gift from the Moon Goddess—a chance for our family to rise. If they knew about this—about me tangled up with the Wolf King—they’d be crushed beyond words.

A storm of thoughts churned through my mind, but by the time I stepped back in front of Nate, I’d wrestled my composure into place.

“Could you please pretend tonight never happened?” I said, my voice steady. “Strictly speaking… nothing substantial occurred between us.”

I tried to ignore the way his eyes lingered on me, taking a deep breath before pressing on. “If you’re here for Jack, he’s probably with the pack doctor right now. It’s late—I won’t be staying either. I’m heading home.”

Every word was laced with intent: Leave. Let this night fade into nothing. I needed him gone, needed this disaster buried.

But I’d forgotten who Nate was—how he’d clawed his way to the Alpha of alphas, crushing dissent with ruthless glee. The more you pushed him away, the harder he pushed back.

He caught the desperation in my tone, the way I tried to erase us from existence. Instead of retreating, he closed the distance between us, his fingers brushing the kiss-bruised hollow of my collarbone.

His wolf surged forward, unbridled and overwhelming, its presence a tidal wave that pinned my own trembling wolf in place. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, as his touch traced the mark, sliding along the edge of my clothing, teasing my skin with deliberate friction. Then he grinned—a dark, enigmatic flash under the garden’s dim lights.

“Pack doctor?” he said, his voice lilting with amusement. “You don’t know your fiancé very well, do you? Unless the Rose Pack’s medical treatment involves him screwing another woman in your engagement venue.”

Each word dripped with a taunting, suggestive edge, but the meaning behind them iced my blood, disbelief clawing at my chest.

I scrambled for excuses. “You must’ve gotten it wrong. You’re a guest here—unfamiliar with the paths, the faces. It’s late, the lights are dim—”

My floundering only made him laugh, a sharp, incredulous sound. “What’s this? You really don’t know? Are you that naïve, or just that blind?”

I didn’t answer. The tears welling in my eyes did it for me.

In an instant, Nate’s arms hooked around my waist, lifting me off the ground despite my startled yelp. His boots hit the earth with purpose as he strode forward, his husky voice brushing my ear. “And here I thought you weren’t tailored to my tastes—turns out you know I can’t resist a woman’s tears.”

He smirked. “Guess I’ll be nice and take you to see the show. A Luna needs the guts to face the truth, don’t you think?”

Nate’s pace didn’t falter despite carrying me, his speed cutting through the night. Soon, we reached the place I’d dreaded.

The engagement venue stood unchanged, every detail still shaped by my own hands. I knew this place intimately—the laughter and joy from earlier today still echoed in my mind. Yet, in less than a day, everything had twisted. Beyond a single door, sounds spilled out—moans of pleasure laced with pain, voices I knew too well. Jack and Seraphina, unmistakable.

My heart, battered all night, plummeted into an abyss.

I froze steps from the door, hesitation rooting me in place. The courage Nate’s words had briefly ignited was fraying, scattered by the night wind. It wasn’t just fear of the truth—it was dread of what came after.

My family had been Omegas for generations, clawing at respect with no reward. When my wolf bonded with Jack’s, declaring me the next Luna, their joy had been boundless, their pride in my role unshakable. They’d fussed over me daily, terrified I’d falter and upset Jack. They’d never tolerate a public rift—even if he’d betrayed me first.

There was too much at stake: my family, Jack, my brother…

I lowered my eyes, ready to turn back, to thank Nate and tell him I couldn’t go in.

Before I could move, his warm hands clamped onto my shoulders, locking me in place. His face brushed mine, his magnetic voice curling into my ear with a teasing lilt.

“What’s this? A Luna too cowardly to face her own pack?”

Then he shoved me forward. I stumbled, crashing into the door I’d hesitated before, flinging it wide open.

Furious, I whipped around to snap at Nate for his reckless arrogance, but the sounds flooding my ears—raw, intimate moans—drowned out everything else. Stunned, I turned toward the heart of the engagement hall.

Suspicion was one thing. Seeing the truth unfold before my eyes was another.

Without the door to muffle it, the sultry groans poured into me unchecked. I forgot my anger at Nate’s pushiness, my gaze darting in disbelief to find the source.

Maybe they were too lost in each other, or maybe the layers of gauze hid me from view, but they didn’t notice my intrusion. From where I stood, their entwined silhouettes were unmistakable.

Jack faced away from the door, hands cupping Seraphina’s hips, her bare legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her with abandon. Seraphina—the same girl who’d clutched her chest in pain hours ago—clung to his neck, moaning into his mouth as their tongues danced.

“Serah, you drive me wild,” Jack groaned. “I could die in this body. Even engaged to Layla, you’re all I think about.”

“Ah… Jack,” she gasped, “I know today’s your day with Lyala—you’re the pair the Moon Goddess chose. But I miss you so much. I’m insanely jealous of every moment she has you. That’s why I kept interrupting. I’m sorry, so sorry.”

“It’s the Moon Goddess who got it wrong,” he rasped. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. You’re the one I want to spend my life with, Serah. I promised you—once Lyala gives the Rose Pack its next Alpha, I’ll make sure she dies in the birthing room. Then no one will stand between us.”

The thread of sanity in my mind snapped.

The cold wind that had brushed me earlier now pierced my bones, setting my whole body trembling.

Nate had been right all along.

There they stood, in the heart-shaped ring of petals where Jack and I had sworn our vows before the pack mere hours ago. Not only were they stealing this moment for themselves—they were plotting to use my womb, my child, and then kill me.