D Alpha’s fake mistress

LUISA

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“I, Alpha Trystan Silver, reject you as my mate.”

Four days, and those words still pulsed in my head louder than the music that filled this bar, as wrecked as I was.

He’s here again. Even with all the free spots, the stranger always took the same stool beside me—and ordered the same drink. The same thick, eerie presence that clung onto him.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” His voice dripped like an ugly sin—thick and dark.

Every cell in my body yelled at me not to talk to a stranger, especially one who seemed like a ghost among the living. All the men here looked rough, beaten down by life—but him? He looked unnatural.

I didn’t face him. I didn’t have to. “Why are some men like this?” I slurred. “You give them everything, and they just throw it away.”

He bellowed a laugh. “What did your husband do?”

“Husband?” I scoffed, managing to keep my head straight. “I didn’t even make it that far.” My voice dipped.

I should have stopped, but the ache in my chest was still very much alive, stinging me with each breath.

I was drowning and I desperately needed to be saved.

And before I knew it, my words spilled out. “As the Beta’s daughter, I was supposed to mate with my Alpha. But I love Alpha Trystan.”

“Trystan? Alpha of the Silver Fang? The beast of the East?”

Another chug. “With me, he was soft.” A sweet, yet bitter warmth grew in my chest. “That’s why I chose him. Threw away everything.”

The man refilled my glass. “Let me guess you were kicked out of your pack for turning down your Alpha.”

“They said it was treason.” My voice sank. “But as long as I could be with Trystan, I didn’t care. Not even when they unlinked me from the moon goddess.”

His body stiffened.

Unlinked.

Every wolf knew what that meant. When your wolf is severed from the moon goddess. No mate. No shifting on full moons. Your wolf was just left to rot from within.

“And when I went to his place, I met him with another woman, golden hair and beautiful eyes.”

“He just rejected me, like I was dirt. Like our three years together meant nothing to him.” My grip tightened on the glass. My past flickered in my mind. “Guess, I’ll never be enough for anyone to stay with me.”

“What if I say I can help?” His tone tightened the air between us.

I finally snapped my head to face him. He had the blackest eye I had seen. There was something about the scar that ran down his left eye that sent chills down my spine.

“How?” I still asked.

Rising, he gulped down his drink. “Follow me.”

I know I shouldn’t. Shouldn't follow a stranger who always sat beside me like he was a stalker. But my body moved anyway. Following him out of the door and into a dark alley.

From his coat, he pulled out something—a gun—and pressed it into my hands.

I gasped. “Is this…real?”

He nodded.

My eyes widened. The weight and the coldness of the metal gnawed at my skin.

“I can’t… I don’t want to kill him.”

“You won’t.” The man smiled. “You just need to scare him. Make him feel powerless.”

I stared at the black steel, it stared right back at me.

“Think of all your loss. You have no family. No pack. No goddess.” His voice slithered out, silky. “The least you can do is bruise his ego.”

The memories returned. How Trystan dragged me down the stairs. How he humiliated me. A rancid heat, like a terrible fever, filled me, burning me alive.

Inhaling, I dipped the gun into my bag.

The man hailed a cab, opened the door, and pressed my shoulder. “Good luck, Luisa.” He shut the door.

As the car drove, I stared back at him through the rear windshield.

Did I ever tell him my name?

My breath trembled, and my heart pulsated as we drew close to Trystan’s apartment, the gun still sitting heavy in my bag.

By the time we arrived at his mansion, it had already begun to rain. The rain drummed, biting into my skin like a thousand needles.

I pushed towards the door, ignoring the erratic thumping of my heart, the way my wet, auburn hair and clothes clung onto me.

As I reached the door, I inhaled. “Bruise his ego,” I said, punching the keypad.

The door clicked and I pushed it open.

Inside was warm, and every furniture reminded me of my moment here. The sofa where we had lain when he whispered his feelings like an everlasting promise.

Were they all lies?

A sound came from the kitchen and I traced it.

There he was, his towering figure leaning on the counter, sipping a drink. His hair fell lazily across his forehead. His hazel eyes glistened beneath the light.

My wounded heart still lurched at the sight of him. Even stronger than the first time we had met.

I slid my fingers into my purse and pulled out the gun. “Trystan,” I called out.

Trystan’s eyes widened and the glass slipped from his grasp. The sound of shattering sliced the air, shards strewn across the floor like the broken pieces of my heart.

I raised the gun. Raised it enough to scare him. But fear didn’t bloom in his eyes. It was like he had already forgotten about me. Like he was seeing a ghost that had haunted him.

He raised his hands. “And you a….?”

“Three years…Three years.” My voice cracked, my chin trembling. “I gave you everything.”

My frail wolf whimpered, and tears trickled down my face.

But then a mark burned at the back of my palm, and my finger squeezed.

No—my mind screamed. But it wasn’t me anymore. Invisible hands seized my muscles, and the gun fired.

The sharp crack rang in my head. My eyes went wide as I watched his body thud to the ground, like a cut-down tree falling to the forest floor.

The mark vanished, and the gun clattered to the ground.

No. I never wanted this.

My heart thrashed, and my knees hit the marble floor.

I clambered towards him. “He’s a wolf. He won’t die. It’s just a regular bullet.”

The smell hit me. The burnt smell of silver.

“Luisa?”

A shiver tore down my curved spine. That voice. That familiar voice. Like my neck was locked, I turned. And there he was Trystan.

My Trystan.

My head jerked back to the other body—his scent was different.

He was a twin?

Panic crashed down like an avalanche and my blood froze.