After My Alpha Chose Her, I Fought Back
Chapter 3
The crystal chandelier cast dancing shadows across the formal dining room as Alpha Marcus Vance's words sliced through the air like sharpened claws.
"I heard the Silver Moon Pack has lowered its standards," he said, swirling his wine glass with deliberate slowness. His cold eyes found mine across the table. "Trading a true Luna for a wolfless substitute. How... progressive."
My fingers tightened around my fork, but I kept my expression neutral. Three months of practice had taught me to swallow insults like bitter medicine. Around the table, the other visiting Alphas and their Lunas watched with barely concealed interest, waiting to see how Ethan would respond to this direct challenge.
Elara Hayes, seated at the head of the table opposite her son, didn't even attempt to defend me. Her silence spoke volumes—she agreed with every word.
"Careful, Marcus." Ethan's voice cut through the tension like a blade. He hadn't moved, hadn't even looked up from his plate, but suddenly the temperature in the room plummeted. "You're speaking about my Luna."
"Am I?" Marcus leaned back, a cruel smile playing at his lips. "I see no mate mark. I smell no bond. Just the desperate scent of a rogue playing dress-up in borrowed finery."
The room erupted in gasps. My cheeks burned, but before I could respond, Ethan's Alpha aura exploded outward. The sheer force of it drove Marcus back in his chair, his wine glass shattering against the floor. Lesser wolves at the table whimpered, submitting instantly to the crushing weight of his dominance.
"Insult my Luna again," Ethan said, each word deliberate and lethal, "and you'll face consequences that will make your pack forget you ever existed."
Marcus's face drained of color. He bowed his head, a forced submission that reeked of humiliation. "My apologies, Alpha Hayes. I spoke out of turn."
The dinner continued in strained silence, but I couldn't taste anything past the ash in my mouth. Ethan hadn't defended me—he'd defended his pack's image. The distinction sat like a stone in my chest.
Later, as the guests departed, I caught Ethan's arm in the hallway. "Thank you," I said quietly, searching his face for any sign of genuine concern.
His amber eyes were as cold as winter frost. "Don't mistake necessity for sentiment, Olivia. A weak Luna reflects poorly on my leadership. Nothing more."
He pulled away, leaving me alone in the corridor with only the echo of his footsteps for company.
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Three moons into our arrangement, I discovered her during the morning pack meeting.
Seraphine stood beside Ethan's chair, her silver hair catching the light in a way that made my breath catch. The resemblance wasn't exact, but it was there—in the tilt of her head, the graceful way she moved, even the lavender scent that drifted from her skin.
Victoria's ghost, dressed in Beta clothing.
"I'd like to introduce our new Beta," Ethan announced to the assembled pack leaders. "Seraphine comes highly recommended from the Northern Territories."
My mind reeled. James had been Ethan's Beta since they were teenagers. Loyal, dedicated James who'd shown me nothing but kindness. Now he stood to the side, his face carefully blank as this stranger took his place.
I opened our mind-link, the connection crackling with my confusion and hurt. *Ethan, what is this? James has been—*
*Your opinion isn't needed.* His mental voice slammed into me like a physical blow. *Focus on your own duties.*
The link snapped shut with brutal finality, leaving me gasping. Around the table, only James noticed my distress, his eyes flickering with shared understanding before returning to their neutral mask.
Seraphine smiled at me then, a perfect Luna's smile that never reached her eyes. "I look forward to working with you, Luna Hayes. I'm sure we'll complement each other beautifully."
The words were polite. The threat underneath them was clear.
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The pack archives smelled of old paper and forgotten dreams. I'd been coming here every night for two weeks, telling myself I was researching pack history for my Luna duties. But my fingers always found their way to the same worn albums.
Victoria Bennett stared back at me from every page. Victoria at her first shift, her silver wolf magnificent in the moonlight. Victoria winning the pack's combat trials, her form perfect, deadly. Victoria laughing at some pack celebration, surrounded by admirers who hung on her every word.
"She preferred white roses," a quiet voice said behind me.
I spun to find Mara, one of the older omegas, setting down a tea tray. Her weathered face held no judgment, only a weary understanding.
"For her hair," Mara continued, pouring the tea with practiced ease. "Every morning, she'd weave them in. Said it made her feel like a true Luna."
I looked down at my simple braid, suddenly aware of how plain it must seem. "What else?"
Mara hesitated, then sat beside me—a breach of protocol that spoke volumes. "Child, why do you torture yourself with her shadow?"
"I need to understand what he lost," I whispered. "What he still wants."
"Then you're looking in the wrong place." Mara's gnarled hand covered mine. "That girl in those pictures? She never existed. Victoria Bennett was whoever she needed to be to get what she wanted. A mirror, reflecting back what others desired to see."
"And Ethan desired perfection."
"Ethan desired what he was told to desire." Mara squeezed my hand gently. "The question is—what do you desire, Luna?"
I stared at Victoria's perfect smile, frozen in time and glossy paper. What did I desire? To be loved? To belong? Or simply to survive long enough to save my mother?
"I don't know anymore," I admitted.
Mara stood, her joints creaking. "Then perhaps it's time to stop studying her life and start living your own."
But as she left me alone with the ghosts of Victoria's past, I pulled out my sketchbook. My fingers moved without conscious thought, designing a dress that would complement silver hair, incorporating the flowing lines I'd seen in Victoria's formal wear.
If I couldn't be loved for who I was, perhaps I could learn to be someone worth loving.
Even if that someone was just another woman's shadow.
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