After My Mate Banished Me for His Mistress

Synopsis

The scent of chamomile and lavender filled the kitchen as I stirred the herbal broth. Today marked the anniversary of Nova's pup's death, and I'd spent hours preparing this soothing concoction for the pack elders. The steam rose in gentle waves, carrying the calming aroma throughout the pack house. "It should help with their nerves," I murmured to myself, carefully checking the temperature. As Luna, it was my duty to care for the pack's wellbeing, even if that meant working in the shadows while Nova received all of Waylen's attention. The kitchen door creaked open behind me. I didn't need to turn to know who it was—the sickly sweet scent of Nova's Omega pheromones always preceded her. "Phoebe," she said, her voice eerily calm. "What are you doing?" I turned with a gentle smile, the one I'd perfected over eight years of marriage to an Alpha who barely noticed me. "Just preparing some herbal broth for the elders.