Wrongly Accused As Alpha's Mistress

Life with my mom and dad was simple, full of joy—back when the pack wasn’t divided, and before the scars of loss marred our family.

“Aria! Come on, sweetheart, you're going to be late!” My mom’s voice echoed through the house, warm like the sunshine that filtered through the kitchen windows.

I rushed downstairs, my small legs bouncing with energy. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I grinned, skidding to a halt as I saw her by the stove. She was flipping pancakes, her long brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She looked beautiful, as she always did, with that gentle smile that made everything feel okay.

“Pancakes again?” I teased, climbing onto the chair.

Mom laughed, flicking a tiny bit of batter at me. “You act like you don’t love them.”

“I do! I do!” I giggled, wiping the batter from my cheek. “Dad loves them too!”

As if on cue, my father, the Alpha of the Ravenhowl pack, walked into the kitchen, his presence commanding yet so soft when it came to us. “Do I smell my favorite breakfast?” he asked, his deep voice filling the room.

“You always know when it’s ready,” my mom teased, kissing him on the cheek. “Go easy on the syrup this time, you’re setting a bad example for Aria.”

“Me?” My father gave an exaggerated expression of innocence. “I would never.”

I beamed as I watched them. It wasn’t always easy being the daughter of an Alpha, but moments like these made it feel like nothing could ever go wrong.

“Dad, can we go for a run later?” I asked between bites, excited at the prospect. “Mom too?”

Dad looked at me thoughtfully, his eyes shining with affection. “Only if you can finish your pancakes without rushing through them.”

“I will!” I promised, stuffing another bite into my mouth, and the three of us shared a laugh.

Life was perfect. Every day was filled with little moments like these. The pack was strong, and our family was closer than ever. My parents were a perfect match—my mother, kind and patient, balancing my father’s fierce leadership. And me? I was their little ray of sunshine, the future of the pack, though I didn’t quite understand the weight of that responsibility yet.

“Aria, remember what I told you about the pack,” Mom said softly one evening, as she brushed my hair by the fire. “Our strength comes from our bond. Family always comes first.”

I leaned into her touch. “I know, Mom. And I’ll always be part of the pack, right?”

She smiled, her eyes softening. “Always.”

That memory fades until that one very night.

It was supposed to be a normal evening. Mom and Dad were preparing for a pack meeting. The moon was bright in the sky, casting a silvery glow over our territory.

Suddenly, a howl ripped through the night—a warning cry from the pack’s perimeter.

My father’s head snapped up. “Get inside, now,” he commanded.

“Dad, what’s happening?” I asked, trembling.

Before I could move, shadows emerged from the tree line—rogues, their eyes wild with hunger and desperation. There were too many of them, more than our patrols could handle.

“Inside!” My mom grabbed me, pulling me toward the house as my dad charged at the intruders in his alpha form, his massive black wolf tearing into the first rogue that dared to cross into our territory.

The battle was chaotic. I could hear growls and the sickening sounds of flesh tearing as the rogues fought against our pack. My father was outnumbered despite being strong.

“Now, Aria… stay inside. Stay safe.”

I watched in horror as my mother shifted, running toward the fight to protect the pack—protect us. I could still hear her last words, echoing in my ears.

But safety didn’t last.

Then I saw my mom, caught between two rogues, fighting with everything she had, but it wasn’t enough. One of them bit down on her shoulder, and the other slashed across her side.

“Mom!” I screamed, my heart breaking as I watched her fall.

She collapsed, blood pooling around her as the rogues closed in. My father’s roar shook the ground, but he was too far away to reach her in time. By the time he got to her, it was too late.

I ran to her side, tears streaming down my face. “Mom! No!”

Her eyes fluttered open, pain filling them as she looked up at me. “Aria...”

“Don’t leave me,” I sobbed, clutching her hand.

“I love you,” she said on her last breath.

The days after my mom’s death felt like a neverending storm, one that refused to let up. The sky was always gray, rain falling in sheets as if the world itself was mourning with me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen the sun. I barely even saw my dad. He was either locked away in his office or outside, barking orders to the pack. Once full of warmth, his eyes now carried only fury and grief.

"Have you eaten anything today, Aria?" My father would ask occasionally, but it was more out of obligation than care.

“Yeah,” I’d lie.

I couldn’t bring myself to eat. Not when the house felt so empty. Not when I knew she would never walk through the door again, smile at me from across the table, or scold me gently for not finishing my food. I’d just sit at the table in silence, staring at the rainsoaked window, waiting for something or anything to make the pain stop.

Dad had changed too. He was no longer the strong but kind Alpha I’d always admired. Now, he was always on edge, his temper sharp as a blade, ready to cut at any moment. Even the pack members noticed it.

One evening, after what felt like weeks of rain, Dad finally summoned me to his office. I didn’t know what to expect. He hadn’t called for me in what felt like months. As I walked in, I noticed how tired he looked. Dark circles framed his eyes, and his posture was rigid like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Sit,” he ordered, motioning to the chair in front of his desk.

I obeyed without a word, sitting down slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. Something about the way he was looking at me made me uneasy, like he had already made a decision I wouldn’t like.

“We need to talk about your future,” he began, his voice cold and detached.

I frowned. “My future?”

“Yes.” He paused, his fingers tapping the edge of his desk, a nervous habit he hadn’t shown before. “The attack… it wasn’t just random.”

I felt my heart stop for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“The rogues…” He exhaled sharply, as if the words were painful to say. “It was politically motivated. There’s been unrest between the neighboring packs. Some are pushing for an alliance, but others see me as a threat. Your mother’s death…” His voice wavered, just slightly. “It wasn’t an accident.”

I stared at him in shock, my breath catching in my throat. “You’re saying… my mother was killed because of politics?”

“Yes,” he said flatly. “Because I’m the Alpha of Alphas, and they see me as too powerful. Taking out someone close to me was a message.”

Anger and sadness bubbled up inside me, mixing into a volatile storm of emotion. “So what? They just killed her to get to you?”

He didn't say a word but the answer was clear enough.

“Which is why you need to leave.” he continued.

I was confused with what he meant. “What? Leave? Where would I go?”

He leaned forward with a hard gaze. “You’re going abroad. I’ve made arrangements.”

“Abroad? Why?” I asked, panicking. “I don’t want to leave. I belong here, with the pack… with you!”

His eyes darkened. “It’s not safe for you here anymore, Aria. If they killed your mother to get to me, they’ll come after you next.”

“But—”

“No buts.” His voice was sharp, cutting through my protests. “I need you to understand that this is for your safety. If you stay, you’ll be a target. I can’t focus on leading the pack if I’m constantly worrying about you.”

“So, you're just sending me away?” I felt the sting of betrayal. “Like I don’t matter?”

He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “You matter more than anything, Aria. That’s why I’m doing this. If something happened to you…” He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Silence fell between us. Finally, I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. “When do I leave?”

“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

Tomorrow. So soon. I felt my chest tighten, the walls closing in around me. But I had no choice. My father had made his decision, and no amount of pleading would change his mind.

I nodded and just said, “Okay.”

After coming back from abroad, I continued my study inside my pack's University. In this way, I get to spend time with my dad and his new supposed to be Luna.

“You,” Celine hissed, her eyes burning with fury as she stormed toward me.

I barely had a second to register the rage before her hand collided with my cheek, the slap ringing in my ears. The sting was sharp, and I stumbled, grabbing the wall to steady myself.

Before I could speak, her hand struck again, this time on the other side of my face.

“Celine, wait—” I started, but she wasn’t listening.

“You think you can just show up here, after seducing my husband, and act innocent?” She sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. “You’ve got some nerve, showing your face.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, touching the side of my cheek throbbing with pain. “I’m not—”

“Oh, you’re not?” Celine interrupted, waving her phone in my face. “Then what is this?”

I blinked through the haze and saw a photo. It was the one I had posted this morning of me and my father, arm in arm. I’d been wearing the latest Chanel bag, smiling, proud to be with him. It was the day of finally seeing him after so many years. I returned from Italy and had come back to my pack territory.

The photo had the caption I’d written: ‘No matter what happens in the future, we will always be the most important people to each other.’

The same words my mom would say if she was still alive.

“You think I’m blind? Posting this for the world to see—like some sort of declaration that you’re the only one who matters to him!”

I opened my mouth to explain, but her “No, you’ve got it wrong,” I said quickly, but Celine’s eyes glinted with triumph as if she’d already won.

“Wrong? Oh, I don’t think so. You’re no daughter of his. He told me his real daughter was off studying abroad, not—” she gestured at me, eyes rolling in disgust—“this.”

My blood froze. My father was supposed to introduce me to her at the right time. If I was my father, I would have waited some time too. It was such an embarrassment for an Alpha to have a daughter who can't even shift.

“But I am his daughter!” I sounded like I'm convincing myself more than her. “I’ve been away, yes, but that’s because I’ve been studying. If you don’t believe me, ask him! There are pictures of me at home.”

“Don’t lie. There are no photos of you anywhere. You don’t exist in his life—just some girl clinging to a fantasy.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Face it, you’ve got nothing to stand on here. You’re just some pathetic werewolf trying to worm your way into the pack’s power.” She turned to her omegas, flicking her wrist. “Tear it all down.”

The omegas rushed past me, their eyes cold, and my heart dropped. “Wait, what are you doing?!” I shouted, panic rising as they began ripping through my belongings.

“You’ve been living like a queen, haven’t you?” Celine’s voice was sickeningly sweet now, mocking me. “Time to see how much you lose when you’re cut off.”

I could only watch in horror as they tore through my suitcase, ripping my clothes apart with claws. They smashed my perfume bottles, spilling the expensive liquid across the floor. My bags, my shoes, even the rare items I’d brought back from abroad—they shredded it all with vicious glee.

“Stop!” I shouted, trying to push past them, but one of the omegas shoved me back.

Celine turned the phone camera toward the destruction, broadcasting it live. “Look at this, everyone,” she said into the phone, her voice smooth as silk. “This is what happens when a girl like her tries to steal what isn’t hers.”

I could hear the comments rolling in through the phone’s speaker, people feeding into her lies, agreeing with every word. My breath hitched, the weight of it all crashing down on me.

“This is all a mistake,” I whispered, but my words were drowned out by the sound of my life being destroyed around me.

Celine crouched down beside one of my torn bags, picking up a pair of scissors. She looked at me, smirking. “Let’s see what else you treasure, shall we?”

“No,” I whispered, but she was already slashing through my clothes, laughing as the guards continued their rampage. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do,” she said simply, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Because you need to learn your place.”

Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me break. My father wasn’t here to stop her. He hadn’t even told her about me. I was on my own.

By the time the omegas finished destroying my room, it was a wasteland of torn fabrics, shattered glass, and scattered memories. Celine stood amidst the chaos, her phone still broadcasting.

She looked down at me, one final insult on her lips. “Remember this, Aria. You don’t belong here. You never did.”

The commotion outside my room grew louder. I could hear whispers and the sound of phones capturing every humiliating moment. Students from other dorms had gathered, their cameras trained on me. The video of Celine’s attack spread like wildfire, hitting the pack's community forum before I even realized it.

“Grab her,” she ordered, eyes gleaming with malice.

Before I could react, they had me by the arms, dragging me out of the room. The phone in Celine's hand was still pointed at me, recording my every movement.

“Where are you taking me?” I screamed, struggling against their grip, but it was useless.

Celine snickered, walking behind us. “Didn’t you say you were some innocent college girl? I’m going to make sure your little ‘awakening’ is something no one will ever forget. Maybe it’ll teach other little whores like you a lesson!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. The hallway was lined with students, all watching, some whispering, others recording the spectacle. My face burned with shame. I wanted to disappear, but the omegas’ grip was firm.

I felt small, powerless, my body too tired to resist anymore.

The omegas shoved me onto the stage, and I collapsed in a heap. Pain shot up my arms and legs, but I forced myself to stand, my body trembling from the strain.

Celine grabbed a microphone.

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is what your school has produced! A homewrecker, and a liar! She’s been sleeping with a married man. She's been whoring with another woman’s husband! Where are the leaders? You all need to explain why your student is like this!”

Before I could react, she yanked my hair, pulling my head back violently. The pain was sharp, but I refused to cry. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Show everyone her face!” she barked at the omegas.

The camera zoomed in on me, and the next moment, my disheveled, tearstreaked face appeared on the giant screen behind us. Gasps echoed through the crowd, and I felt the weight of a thousand eyes on me.

“This,” Celine continued, pointing at the screen, “is the price of trying to destroy a family. I hope all of you are watching and learning. She doesn’t deserve to graduate… to walk the same stage as you. She’s nothing but a disgrace!”

The humiliation was too much.

The crowd was silent. Even the students who had been recording earlier seemed frozen, unsure of what to do. The Alphas of the other territory from each territory had arrived, their faces pale with worry.

“You’re ruining your own wedding with this,” I said, my voice hoarse from the tears I held back.

Celine’s lips curled into a twisted smile. “The only thing that’s ruined is this school’s reputation—thanks to you.” She raised the microphone again, speaking directly into the camera that was still broadcasting live. “Look, everyone. This is what happens when girls like her think they can get away with anything. They try to threaten me, blackmail me, even ruin my marriage! And now? Now, she’s getting exactly what she deserves.”

“You’re wrong!” I shouted, stepping forward, despite my legs wobbling beneath me. “I never tried to threaten you. I never did any of the things you’re accusing me of! You’re just... you’re just scared, scared that someone could—”

“Scared?” Celine laughed, cutting me off. “Scared of what? A little college brat like you? Please. You don’t even know what real power is.”

The crowd shifted, murmuring in confusion and unease. The Alphas of the other territory tried to speak, but Celine continued her tirade, ignoring everyone.

“Enough, Celine,” one of the Alphas from the neighboring territory said. “This has gone too far.”

I looked at him and saw a familiar feeling for him. But I'm also having mixed emotions about everything, maybe I was mistaken; maybe not mine.

I should’ve known better. The day of my awakening and my father’s wedding to Celine—a woman I barely knew—should’ve felt like a fresh start. Instead, it became a nightmare that ripped away every ounce of dignity I had left.

The Ravenhowl pack was gathered in full force for the celebrations. Celine had insisted on merging the two events, claiming it symbolized the union of family and pack. But now, standing there in my ceremonial gown, I could feel the unease crawling up my spine. Something was off.

Before I had time to question it, the doors to the hall slammed open. Celine, flanked by a group of her omegas, stormed in. My heart lurched as I caught sight of the look in her eyes—malice, pure and unchecked.

“There she is!” Celine’s voice rang out, loud and venomous. “The unwanted mate. The pack’s toy shewolf.”

Her words cut through the room like a knife, and I froze. Unwanted mate? Toy shewolf? She couldn’t mean me. My awakening was supposed to be a moment of honor, the day my wolf spirit aligned with the pack, but now, under Celine’s twisted gaze, it felt like the beginning of something far darker.

“This is your big day, Aria, right?” Celine continued, strutting closer, her heels clicking ominously against the floor. “But I’m here to make sure everyone knows the truth.”

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as her omegas closed in on me. I tried to step back, but the omegas grabbed my arms, holding me in place. My eyes searched for my father, but he was nowhere to be found. Panic seized my chest.

Celine grabbed a fistful of my gown, yanking me forward. “This girl, the one you all think is so innocent, is nothing but a disgrace to the pack. She’s been seducing her way into power, manipulating everyone—just like her mother.”

I flinched at the mention of my mother. The wound from her loss was still fresh, but Celine’s words were like salt being ground into it. The crowd watched in horrified silence, the weight of the livestreaming camera suffocating me. I could feel its lens capturing every second of my humiliation, broadcasting my downfall to the entire pack.

“You think you deserve this Awakening?” Celine sneered, ripping at my gown. The fabric was torn easily, leaving half of my legs exposed. “You don’t. You’re nothing, Aria. And I’ll prove it.”

Before I could react, Celine reached into her gown, pulling out a small vial. My blood ran cold as I recognized the substance inside. Wolfsbane. My heart pounded, and my wolf spirit, newly awakened, howled in terror.

“Celine, no—” I choked out, struggling against the omegas’ grip, but it was too late. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the liquid at me.

The wolfsbane hit my skin, and I screamed as the burning sensation spread across my body. It felt like my flesh was melting like fire was tearing through my veins. The pain was unbearable, consuming me whole. My knees buckled, but the omegas held me up, forcing me to endure the agony on display for everyone to see.

“Look at her!” Celine circled me like a predator. “She’s no heir, no leader. She’s a threat to us all, a disgrace to the Ravenhowl name. Let this be a lesson—no one crosses me and lives unscathed.”

I could barely hear her over the roar of pain in my head, but I saw the horror on the faces of the pack members watching. Some looked away, others whispered frantically among themselves, but no one moved to help me. Not even my father, wherever he was.

My vision blurred as the wolfsbane’s poison sank deeper into my skin, eating away at my strength. I could feel my wolf weakening, retreating inside me. The camera zoomed in on my wounds, capturing every second of my torment for the world to see. The shame, the pain, the helplessness—it was too much. My body trembled violently as I tried to hold onto consciousness.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the doors burst open again. This time, it was my father, flanked by the Ravenhowl's warriors. His face was pale, eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the scene before him. But he was too late. Celine’s cruelty had already sunk its claws into me.

“Aria!” My father’s voice reached me, but it felt distant, muffled like I was underwater. My vision darkened as I slumped in the guards’ hold, my body giving in to the wolfsbane’s effects.

“Dad…” I whispered weakly, but I knew he couldn’t hear me. The pain, the betrayal, it was all too much. My eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me was Celine’s triumphant smirk and my father’s horrified expression as he rushed toward me.

But it was too late. Everything went black.