The Alpha's Reclaimed Legacy

After three consecutive months of receiving bed photos and videos from my Alpha husband's lover, I publicly posted all the intimate footage on werewolf social media.

My husband's mistress cried her heart out, screaming that she had no face to show in any Pack anymore.

The next second, Logan's call came through, his voice cold as ice: "Delete it."

I didn't delete it.

Ten minutes later, all my accounts were deactivated.

The entire operationLogan only needed ten minutes.

Three days later, he came to me with divorce papers, his fingers caressing the back of my neck as he coerced me softly:

"It's just a trick to placate the little omega. Play along."

I nodded and signed my name.

He thought I would cry and beg him to come back like I had countless times before.

But he didn't knowI had long stopped wanting to be the Luna of the Blake Pack.

Half an hour after signing the contract.

Logan would never know how malicious the thoughts of his innocent, harmless lover truly were.

Even though I had already signed the divorce papers, she still hired three Rogues to ambush me on my way to my father's grave.

Claws laced with wolfsbane tore open my abdomen. I couldn't save my childthe last blood tie between Logan and me was severed.

The communicator shrilled just as I came down from the hospital operating table.

The anesthesia had barely worn off. The twisting pain in my abdomen and the burning sensation from the wolfsbane forced cold sweat from every pore. I answered through the pain.

Logan's icy voice came through: "Ella, move your things out of the main house."

"Okay."

I agreed readily.

Five years as mates, and he'd kept one omega after another on the side.

To avoid interfering with his trysts with his lovers, he had his deputy arrange a solitary cabin for me in Black Oak Forest, at the very edge of Blake Pack territory.

He said: "When I want to find you, I'll naturally send someone to fetch you. Without my permission, you're not to step one foot outside Black Oak Forest."

The last time he knelt before me, forehead pressed against the back of my hand, begging me to move back to the main house.

He said he'd reformed, that we'd live well from now on. I foolishly believed him and moved back to what should have been my home.

But one week later.

At Blake Pack's Blackstone Club, a young omega server accidentally spilled red wine all over Logan.

The omega stumbled to his knees like a startled fawn, apologizing with glistening eyes that happened to catch Logan's gaze.

I stood in the shadows on the second floor and saw the way he looked at her. I knewhe'd fallen again.

That night, he took that server to the penthouse suite of the club.

The news spread throughout the Northern Wolf Alliance overnight. Once again, I became the laughingstock of all the packs.

This omega seemed truly special. For a whole year, Logan never tired of her.

Recently, she'd grown even more brazen, sending me photos and videos of her with Logan for three months straight.

Every word dripped with her ambition to replace me.

Until three hours ago.

For the first time, Logan placed the divorce parchment before me, his fingers stroking the top of my head:

"It's just for show. Be good, don't make me angry."

My eyes reddened as I hesitated to put pen to paper.

No matter how outrageous his behavior before, this document symbolizing complete severance had never appeared.

But now, he stroked my head methodically, as if soothing a bristling kitten.

I knew better than anyone the consequences of angering Logan.

Just like this timewith a flick of his fingers, he could solve all the troubles for that omega named Mia.

So I signed my name, leaving only one word: "Okay."

Returning to the main house, I didn't see Logan or Mia. Old Mabel, the housekeeper, immediately approached when she saw me:

"Miss? How was the prenatal checkup? Is the baby alright?"

My face turned ashen as I shook my head. I had originally planned to tell Logan tonight that I was pregnant.

But in just a few short days, I had lost this child.

"I was attacked." Under Mabel's shocked gaze, I slowly spoke,

"Even if I hadn't been attacked, this child wouldn't have been born into happiness."

Before Mabel could respond, the main house door was kicked open.

Mia wore Logan's black trench coat, carrying a pile of luxury gift boxes, with a dozen bodyguards behind her also laden with packages.

Seeing me, Mia showed no surprise. She lazily leaned against my chair, smiling sweetly, though her words were laced with poison.

"I've never understoodLogan treats you like this, yet you still won't leave. What are you clinging to?"

"Yesterday I said I wanted strawberries, and he braved a blizzard to run fifty kilometers to pick them for me. Have you ever received that kind of treatment?"

I fell silent for a moment.

Yesterday was the memorial day for my father, the former Alpha of Blake Pack.

When I contacted Logan, he told me he was too busy.

Turns out, he was busy picking strawberries for Mia.

I clenched my clothes tighter. Once upon a time, Logan was the person who loved me most, aside from my parents.

He was my father's most trusted Beta deputy.

Since I was ten years old, he had always stood silently behind me.

He said: "My duty is to protect Ella."

When I was a child with a fever of 104 degrees and the pack doctor was helpless,

he carried me thirty kilometers through a rainstorm to find the best physician, staying by my bedside all night.

When our territory was attacked by a bear pack, he shielded me with his body,

letting bear claws tear open his back, blood soaking through his clothes. He endured the pain without a sound, still gently comforting my terrified self.

On my coming-of-age ceremony, my father gave us his blessing. He placed the black wolf fang necklace symbolizing Blake Pack's authority around Logan's neck.

"If you ever change your heart, I won't hesitate to take her away. My daughter has never lacked for people to love her."

Logan clenched his fists and solemnly promised he would never change. He said: "I want to make you the happiest person in the world."

Our relationship was the envy of the entire Northern Wolf Alliance.

One year after our marriage, my father died accidentally during a hunt, and Logan took over all Blake Pack affairs.

Pack business was overwhelming. He collapsed into the hospital several times from exhaustion after taking office.

I felt so sorry for him that I learned to cook, hoping to ease some of his fatigue.

And every time he returned from a hunt, he would bring me a bouquet of my favorite lilies, saying these were flowers filled with love.

He would watch the stars with me and hold me as I fell asleep.

When exactly did everything change?

I think it was probably after he completely transformed into the unquestionable Alpha of Blake Pack.

He began having endless social obligations, spending every day at the Blackstone Club.

When he came home, he reeked of pungent, unfamiliar perfume.

Facing my questioning, he smiled and explained: "It rubbed off from people the cooperating pack leaders brought. Don't overthink it."

He used one clumsy excuse after another, wearing down my unreserved trust time and again.

Until he completely controlled Blake Pack's power and subdued all the elders who opposed himthen he stopped bothering to pretend.

And I foolishly remained immersed in the prison of love he wove for me.

The first time I caught him cheating was at the full moon hunt victory banquet.

At the feast, he was nowhere to be seen for a long time. Pack members had already started gossiping, so I had no choice but to check his location and discovered he was at the pack headquarters.

All along the way, I grumbled about him not taking care of his health. When I pushed open the office door, I was still holding a cake I'd made myself.

But on his desk sat the remains of a candlelit dinner, and clothing was scattered all over the floor.

When I kicked open the door, Logan's face showed not a trace of panic.

He gently covered the person beneath him with a blanket, casually wrapped a towel around himself, and when he looked up at me, his eyes were as cold and indifferent as a block of ice.

"Close the door. If you have no shame, she still does."

His composure made me look like a pathetic clown.

I rushed forward like a madwoman to drag out the mistress, but Logan slapped me so hard I saw stars.

In the chaos, I saw clearly the woman on the bed

it was the omega nurse who had changed his bandages the last time he'd collapsed into the hospital.

The little nurse was terrified, tears streaming down her face:

"Luna Ella, don't misunderstand. I only came to deliver healing herbs. We had some drinks, and in our confusion..."

Logan pressed his lips together, his cold eyes fixed on me: "Ella, I'm warning you, don't lay a finger on her."

So his lilies filled with love were nothing more than casual compensation after his wild revelries outside.

From then on, the women around him changed one after another.

He no longer cared about anything to do with me, finding even my existence annoying.

It seemed only business profits and different omegas to bed could make him feel the meaning of life.

I gradually became numb in the enormous sense of loss.

Until one day, I no longer expected him to appear before me.

I ignored Mia's cold mockery and sarcasm, turned to go upstairs to get my black wolf pendant and documents, then hurried back down.

Coming downstairs, I saw Mia rifling through the bag I'd left on the sofa. My breathing hitched as I rushed forward and snatched the bag back.

Mia spread her hands and rolled her eyes: "Nothing valuable anyway. Why so nervous?"

I felt for the hospital report at the very bottom of the bag and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mia walked up to me and suddenly grinned:

"I heard you encountered a Rogue attack yesterday. You're really lucky to be alive. You look perfectly fine."

Looking at her smug face, I was about to step forward and teach this lowly omega a lesson, when Logan returned.

He glanced at me, his tone casual: "Did you drop something?"

I smiled and smoothly tucked the documents back into my bag: "Nothing."

Logan fell silent for a moment. Just as I lifted my foot to leave, he pulled out two black cards and held them before me.

"Border Fortress Hotel presidential suite. Stay there for now. Yesterday... I really was busy."

Busy? Busy picking strawberries for Mia counted as business?

At this moment, I only found the man before me utterly disgusting.

I smiled sweetly, and the next second, delivered a resounding slap across Logan's face.

I shook my numb palm, my smile unchanged:

"Logan, you're truly disgusting. A Beta deputy who rose through the old Alpha's favor, who by chance took the Alpha positionhave you forgotten how you once begged me to help you stabilize the opposing forces?"

I had never spoken words so cutting to him before.

Logan didn't strike back, but his expression darkened instantly, his gaze growing ominous.

Before he could react, Mia grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it hard against my head.

Warm blood flowed down from my temple. My head spun, and the living room lights suddenly became unbearably bright.

Mabel rushed forward to support me, shouting anxiously at Logan: "Alpha Logan, don't you know that Luna Ella she..."

I stopped Mabel.

"Mabel, I'm fine."

The man before me showed no reaction, only casually glancing at Mabel, his voice cold and cutting:

"Mabel, remember clearly whose servant you are. Since she's already divorced me,

she's no longer Blake Pack's Luna."

Mabel looked at me anxiously. I gently shook my head.

Saying anything to him now was meaningless. He was no longer the Logan who would smile and bend down to listen to me.

Logan nervously held Mia's slightly trembling hand, his tone tender enough to drip water:

"Does your hand hurt from hitting her? Did any glass cut you?"

Mia sobbed softly and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt... I just couldn't stand seeing someone bully you..."

The light illuminated the gentleness in his eyes as he looked at Mia: "Silly girl, bullying me doesn't matter, but I can't let you be wronged."

Hearing this, Mia immediately became smug, her eyes full of provocation as she looked at me: "For that slap just now, I'll return it to you tenfold."

Seeing Logan say nothing, Mia shook his arm coquettishly:

"You're Blake Pack's Alpha. If word gets out that you were slapped, how humiliating would that be? How could you command respect?"

Logan still didn't relent. Seeing this, Mia stood on tiptoe and whispered something in his ear.

Logan finally smiled with satisfaction, wrapping his arm around Mia's waist and kissing her lightly on the lips: "Alright, I'll listen to you."

I staggered back several steps, staring at the two people before me in disbelief.

The bodyguards immediately shoved Mabel aside roughly and stepped forward to grip my wrists tightly.

I began struggling frantically, but was frozen in place by Logan's fierce gaze: "Logan! You..."