My Fake Alpha Husband Married My Classmate

“I’ll say it one last time—if that acquisition doesn’t go through before the quarterly report, we pull out of the entire northern market.”

I sat at the head of the table, eyes sweeping across the board.

“I’ve already lowered the base price. What’s left is whether you have the guts to bet.”

The Delta on the other end froze for a second, then started to speak, but I cut him off with a wave.

“No excuses. Thirty minutes. That’s all you get.”

“Yes, Luna,” he muttered.

I ended the call and leaned back, exhaling. Just as I was about to stand, a sharp chime came from my terminal.

【Did you see Felicity’s wedding post? Are you really not coming?】

My brow furrowed.

The high school group chat—dead for ten years—had come alive like a zombie.

【She’s marrying a Alpha of Blackthron Pack! Hundreds of luxury cars at the wedding! The whole class is here!】

【You still alive? Haven’t spoken in a century—how miserable are you?】

I glanced at the terminal, my finger swiping out of reflex… and then I saw it.

My heart skipped a beat.

Felicity in a white gown, beaming with joy. Standing beside her, in a tailored tuxedo—Logan.

My husband.

The office fell into a dead silence.

“You okay?” My Beta Anna knocked and stepped in. “The board just wrapped up—next up is…”

“Anna,” I interrupted, my voice icily calm. “Tell the driver to bring the car around.”

She paused. “Where to?”

I slid my phone across the desk.

She saw the photo and gasped. “Holy hell… is that Logan?”

I smiled, but there was no warmth in it.

“Looks like I’ve got a wedding to crash.”

In the car, I dialed Logan’s number.

“Hey?” He sounded casual.

“Where are you?”

“At work. Client dinner. Why?”

“ Dinners usually involve wedding tuxedos?” I asked, voice like steel.

He paused for two seconds. “You saw the picture.”

“Want to explain?” I said flatly. “You’re marrying someone else. And that someone is my old classmate.”

“Meghan.” He sighed. “You know our marriage was just a family arrangement…”

“You married me to gain a seat on the Holloway board,” I snapped. “How long have you and Felicity been screwing around?”

“Don’t make a scene,” he said, voice lower. “Let’s end this gracefully.”

I almost laughed. “Gracefully? After you cheated, lied, and married my enemy?”

There was a pause, then a quiet chuckle. “Let’s not pretend we were ever in love.”

He hung up.

I stared at the black screen, fingers digging into my palm.

At the wedding hall.

I walked in wearing black. Like a storm wrapped in silk.

Felicity was in the middle of the crowd, glowing like a star. When she saw me, her smile brightened.

“Meghan! You came!” she chirped. “I thought you’d hide!”

I stepped forward, eyes locked on Logan.

He stiffened. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Felicity hooked her arm in his. “She’s my classmate—and your… old friend. Of course she should come.”

“Really?” I leaned in close, whispering, “You stole my husband and want me to clap for you?”

She grinned. “Let go, Meghan. He chose me.”

I turned to Logan. “Say it to my face. Did you marry me?”

His jaw clenched. “Yes.”

“Then what the hell is this today?”

He said nothing.

Felicity tilted her head. “Just love, darling.”

I tore up the invitation in my hand and let the pieces scatter at their feet.

“Remember this,” I said, voice cold as ice. “This isn’t the end. It’s the beginning.”

That night, back at home.

I stood on the balcony, staring at the moon.

A silver light bathed my skin. Then I heard it—a voice, ancient and powerful, echoing from nowhere.

“True-blooded Luna, your time has come. Awaken.”

I spun around—empty.

But my heart was pounding.

I looked up at the moon, lips curling into a calm, dangerous smile.

“Very well, Felicity.”

“You want everything I have?”

“Then prepare to lose everything you’ve ever known.”