Diary of Deception

Saskia sat in the quiet, isolated solitude of her modest new room, the heavy leather cover of her personal Luna’s Diary resting securely upon her lap. The thick spine pressed against her thighs, grounding her in the stark reality of her current life. The air in the room felt stagnant, lacking the familiar scent of the Alpha Suite she had occupied for two decades. She unscrewed the cap of a black pen with meticulous, accountant-like precision. The metallic click echoed in the silent space. She pressed the fine nib to the crisp white paper and began the clinical process of documenting.

Every single instance of Kelsie’s relentless manipulation went onto the lined pages. Saskia did not rush the process. She formed each letter with steady, deliberate strokes, refusing to let her hand tremble. For months on end, the young she-wolf systematically weaponized her fake insecurities. Kelsie possessed a terrifying talent for manufacturing sudden crises out of thin air. She constantly complained of feeling inadequate, claiming she could never measure up to a first Mate who had spent twenty years building the pack from the ground up. Kelsie used those engineered tears to completely monopolize Dominic’s attention and physically push Saskia aside. The dynamic was exhaustingly toxic. Dominic fell into the trap time and time again. He soothed Kelsie’s staged panics by taking her out shopping for expensive clothes or treating her to private dinners, desperate to make her feel cherished and secure in her subordinate position.

Saskia continued writing, her black ink recording the undeniable, objective facts of the pack dynamics. She acknowledged the nuances of her Alpha's behavior. Dominic fiercely defended Saskia whenever Kelsie dared to hurl direct, blatant insults at her. He drew a hard line at overt disrespect. Kelsie learned that lesson early in the arrangement. During those first weeks, Kelsie actively tried to separate the mates, making snide remarks about Saskia to isolate Dominic. Dominic’s annoyance flared hot and fast. He demanded Kelsie apologize to Saskia immediately, defending his first mate with a growl that shook the floorboards.

Saskia’s pen scratched across the paper as she documented one specific incident from those early days. Kelsie had insulted Saskia and tried to fake a tearful apology to smooth things over. But the performance backfired spectacularly. Gamma Wyatt walked into the room right behind Kelsie. Wyatt possessed sharp instincts and a no-nonsense southern demeanor. He stood quietly by the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, listening to Kelsie’s trembling voice and watching her force crocodile tears down her cheeks.

Wyatt cleared his throat after a mere ten seconds of the performance.

"Her apology is a lie, Alpha," Wyatt stated, his slow drawl cutting through Kelsie’s dramatics like a blade. "She does not truly mean it. I can feel she is here causing trouble only."

Wyatt switched on his predatory senses whenever he shared a room with the second mate. He easily saw straight through her deceitful ways. He knew Kelsie just wanted to get rid of Saskia. Dominic trusted his Gamma. The Alpha turned angry eyes on Kelsie, his beast rumbling in his chest at the blatant deception.

Saskia documented Kelsie’s frantic reaction. The younger she-wolf glared at Saskia, then spun her fury onto Wyatt. She accused the Alpha and Gamma of being in cahoots. She shrieked that they ganged up on her, weaponizing their twenty-year Luna-Gamma bond to oust her from the pack. She wailed about the impossibility of bonding with Wyatt when he always took Saskia’s side. Then, playing her ultimate card, Kelsie ran crying from the room, acting as if she intended to flee the territory forever.

For the first time, Dominic did not chase her.

Saskia paused her writing. She swapped her black pen for a blue one. She used blue ink to trace her own slowly fading emotional attachment. Beside the cold facts of the event, she cataloged her own exhaustion, the steady cooling of her heart, the dying embers of a twenty-year love. She felt the bond stretching thin, fraying at the edges with every passing week.

She wrote down Wyatt’s exact advice from that afternoon. Dominic had looked at Wyatt, sheer panic in his eyes, asking if Kelsie really tried to break his bond with Saskia. Wyatt confirmed it without hesitation. He reminded Dominic of Kelsie’s first manipulative words, her constant threats to pack her bags. Wyatt told Dominic to stand his ground and ignore the tantrum.

"Do not go after her, Dominic," Wyatt had warned, holding the Alpha's gaze. "I bet she will not leave the pack, but will go right to the border."

Kelsie wanted to trigger Dominic’s beast. She wanted his primal instincts to panic over a fleeing mate, forcing him to grovel and drag her back. But Dominic listened to Wyatt. He forced himself to stay put. Saskia, Wyatt, and the entire Alpha Unit tracked Kelsie's pack tether through their mental link. They felt the invisible string of energy move to the furthest border from the packhouse and stop dead at the tree line. Kelsie stood out there in the dirt for several hours, waiting for Dominic to rescue her. When he never showed, she stomped back into the packhouse, furious, banging doors all the way up the stairs to the Luna Suite.

Dominic reached a breaking point shortly after that stunt. Saskia picked up her black pen again to record the harsh, unyielding ultimatum he issued.

Dominic refused to go near Kelsie for a full week. When Kelsie finally stood before him in the office, sobbing about her insecurities once more, Dominic laid down the law.

"If you are going to sulk just because you are a second Mate, do it quietly," Dominic barked, his voice echoing off the walls. "You knew I had a Mate. You stated you would accept it. Either accept that you are my second Mate or reject me and actually leave. Stop pretending to, just to get my attention."

That strict ultimatum successfully quieted Kelsie for a few months. The packhouse enjoyed a terrifyingly temporary peace. But the quiet scheming ultimately resumed, culminating in the ultimate, unforgivable betrayal that just occurred.

Saskia put down the black pen. She reached for the dark green ink. She used green to catalog Kelsie’s hidden sneers and whispered venom.

She wrote down the raw events of yesterday. She walked into the Alpha Suite expecting to find an empty room. Instead, she found Dominic and Kelsie in her personal bed. Saskia documented the scene with brutal, objective clarity. She recorded the explicit, physical mechanics of the betrayal. She saw Dominic’s naked body pinning Kelsie down into the mattress. She saw his stiff cock thrusting deep inside Kelsie’s wet cunt right in the center of Saskia’s own sanctuary. She heard the wet slaps of their sweaty skin colliding and the heavy, animalistic grunts of her Alpha. But the worst part, the part that required the dark green ink to capture the sheer malice of the moment, was Kelsie’s face. Amid the fucking, Kelsie looked over Dominic’s heaving shoulder. Kelsie locked eyes with Saskia standing in the doorway. The younger she-wolf flashed a victorious, mocking smirk mid-act, reveling in her triumph of claiming the bed.

Saskia filled the page with green ink. She did not document this extensive history out of a petty desire for revenge. She built a legal and emotional dossier for the inevitable future. She knew a day would soon arrive when she finally grew too emotionally weary to keep fighting a losing battle to retain her Mate. She would reach her absolute limit. When she eventually decided to sever the bond and leave to start her life over entirely elsewhere, she planned to physically hand this diary directly to Dominic.

He would be forced to read the pages. He would see the black facts of the timeline, the blue fade of her love, and the green venom of his new mate. He would see that her devastating departure was not a sudden, irrational whim. It was the result of a gradual, agonizing breaking of their sacred bond, caused entirely by his willful blindness and Kelsie's unchecked, systematic cruelty. He would realize he traded a Luna who helped clear the pack's massive debts for a manipulative girl who merely wanted a title and a bedroom.

Dominic sat before her right now in her new room. He hunched in a small wooden chair, his large frame looking awkward and defeated in the modest space. His eyes were wide and desperate as he tried to mend the unmendable.

"Please," Dominic implored her. His voice cracked with raw panic. He leaned forward, reaching out a hand that fell short of touching her knee. "I swear to you, Saskia. It will not happen again. I will never let her in that bed again."

Saskia looked at him. She offered him absolute emotional deadness. Her face remained a blank, unreadable mask. She felt no anger in this moment, only a profound, echoing emptiness that swallowed his pleas whole.

"Yes, it will," Saskia replied.

Her tone was completely devoid of the belief and forgiveness he so desperately sought. She stated it as a simple fact, a matter of weather or time.

Dominic flinched as if struck. "No. I swear it on my beast. I swear it on my title—"

"I know how she operates, Dominic," Saskia cut him off, articulating her chilling logic. "She will only continue to escalate. She will test every single boundary you try to set. She wants the Alpha Suite. She wants the Luna Office. She wants it all. She will push and scheme until I am practically forced to issue a formal mate rejection."

"I will not accept a rejection," Dominic growled, a hint of Alpha command leaking into his panic, his hands gripping his knees.

Saskia stared him down, unfazed by his tone. "If it can happen once, it can absolutely happen again. I know that. You should know that. One broken promise inevitably leads to another."

She shrugged her shoulders. The subtle movement carried the crushing weight of his betrayal, letting it settle heavily in the quiet space between them. It pressed the oxygen out of the room.

"The Alpha Suite is now permanently tainted by you and your new mate," Saskia informed him explicitly, her voice dropping a fraction. "I will not step foot in it. It is dirty to me."

"Saskia, I lost my head. The mating pull, she provoked my beast—"

"The violation was not just the physical act of you fucking Kelsie in there," Saskia stated, her voice steady and relentless, refusing to let him hide behind his primal instincts. "The violation was you. You are my Alpha. You are the man I mated for twenty years. I accepted her. I welcomed a second Mate directly into the very middle of our established bond. I made one and only request. Keep our sanctuary ours. Keep that bed for us. You blatantly disregarded it."

Dominic dropped his gaze to the floor. His chest heaved with shallow, ragged breaths. He mumbled another hollow, repetitive apology, begging her to see past his mistake, pleading for a second chance to prove his loyalty.

Saskia outright refused to entertain his begging. She sat straight in her chair, her posture perfect. She did not raise her voice. She did not need to shout to strip him of his pride.

"I am deeply disappointed in you," she stated plainly. "As a man, and as an Alpha."

Dominic shut his eyes, taking the words like physical strikes to his jaw. His shoulders shook under the weight of her judgment.

"Your given word no longer holds any value or matter to me whatsoever," Saskia continued, delivering the final blow to his honor. "Because if your word truly mattered, you never would have allowed the violation to occur. You would have stopped. You would have remembered me."

Dominic squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He had no defense against the truth. He offered no counterargument.

Saskia placed her pen down next to the diary. She stood up from her chair. She stepped physically away from him, widening the gap between them, moving toward the center of the modest room. She needed to establish her absolute, final boundary.

She pointed a firm finger to the floorboards of her new space.

"This is now my personal room," Saskia stated firmly. She laid down the law with ironclad certainty. "Kelsie is absolutely not allowed inside this room. Period. I do not care if she whines about feeling left out. I do not care if she claims she needs to discuss pack business."

Dominic looked up, his brow furrowing in distress. "Saskia, she is a member of the pack. She resides in the packhouse—"

Saskia clarified her legal and pack standing, cutting off his weak protest before it could take root.

"I am not Kelsie’s Mate," Saskia reminded him, her voice ringing with indisputable authority. "Therefore, I retain the absolute right to refuse the younger girl entry into my private sanctuary. She has no rights here. If she crosses this threshold, she is trespassing on my personal territory."

Dominic stared at her, realizing she boxed him in with his own pack laws. He could not force her to host a non-mate in her private quarters. The realization dawned on his face, twisting his features into a mask of defeat.

Saskia turned a cold, final, and utterly dismissive gaze upon her Alpha. She looked at him as if he were a stranger who overstayed his welcome in her office.

"Leave the room immediately," she coldly commanded him. "I have important pack accounting work to finish."

She did not wait to see if he obeyed. With a deliberate, loud tap of her documented diary against the wooden desk, she turned her back on him. She physically retreated into her inner bedroom, stepping through the doorway. She grasped the handle and firmly, definitively closed the door, shutting her mate out entirely.