After My Alpha Rejected Me, My Wolf Unleashed Fury
Chapter 2
The grand hall of the Crescent Moon Pack house glittered with candlelight, the flames reflecting off polished silver and crystal as the pack celebrated Elder Matriarch Helena Blackwood's eightieth birthday. I stood at the edge of the celebration, my ceremonial Luna gown—a flowing creation of silver silk that had once made me feel powerful—now feeling like a costume I had no right to wear.
Aurora stirred restlessly within me. *They're watching us again. The Alpha from Stone River Pack hasn't stopped staring since we arrived.*
"He's probably wondering why the Luna of the mighty Crescent Moon Pack looks like she hasn't slept in weeks," I whispered under my breath, forcing a smile as I nodded to a passing pack member.
My gaze drifted to Dominic, standing tall and imposing in his formal Alpha attire, commanding the attention of everyone in the room without effort. Seven years as his mate, and still, the sight of him could make my heart stutter—even now, after everything. Even after I'd found him with Scarlett.
The memory of that morning at the training pavilion flashed through my mind: the blood, the pain, the child I hadn't known I was carrying until it was too late. Three weeks had passed, and Dominic had not once acknowledged what had happened. Not the affair. Not the miscarriage. Not the way our mate bond had frayed, threads snapping one by one with each passing day.
"Luna Celeste," a honeyed voice called, pulling me from my thoughts. "You seem so lonely over here. Allow me to keep you company."
Scarlett Rivers approached, her red dress clinging to every curve, her smile sharp as a blade. Behind her, several visiting Alphas watched with interest—this was a performance, then.
"Scarlett," I acknowledged, keeping my voice steady. "I'm perfectly fine on my own, thank you."
"Nonsense," she insisted, stepping closer. "It's a celebration! And look, I've brought you wine."
She extended a goblet filled with deep crimson liquid, her eyes never leaving mine. I took it reluctantly, knowing a refusal would only create more of a scene.
"To Elder Helena," she said loudly, raising her own glass. "And to the future of the Crescent Moon Pack."
The emphasis on "future" wasn't lost on me. Nor was the way her eyes flicked meaningfully to my abdomen—the place where my child had briefly existed before being lost in a pool of blood on cold stone.
Aurora growled, the sound reverberating through my mind. *She knows. The whole pack probably knows by now.*
I raised the glass mechanically, my fingers trembling slightly. As I brought it to my lips, Scarlett's hand suddenly "slipped," knocking the goblet against my chest. Wine cascaded down the front of my ceremonial gown, the crimson liquid spreading across the silver silk like blood.
"Oh!" Scarlett gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in mock horror. "How clumsy of me! Your beautiful gown..."
The hall fell silent. Every eye turned to us—to me, standing there with wine dripping from my ruined dress, the stain spreading like a wound across my chest.
I looked to Dominic, a reflexive action born of seven years of partnership. His eyes met mine briefly, then slid away, his expression impassive. He would not intervene. He would not defend me.
"Perhaps it's for the best," Scarlett said, her voice carrying in the silence. "After all, can a true Luna even bear an heir?"
The words hit me like a physical blow. Around us, I heard the sharp intake of breath from the visiting Alphas. Such a direct challenge to a Luna would normally result in immediate punishment—if the Alpha cared to enforce his mate's position.
Dominic said nothing. Did nothing. Just stood there, his silence a more profound rejection than any words could have been.
With shaking hands, I tried to brush away the wine, but it only spread further, staining my fingers red. "Excuse me," I managed, my voice barely audible as I turned to leave.
"Running away again, Luna?" Scarlett called after me. "Perhaps that's why your wolf is so weak."
I froze, Aurora's rage surging through me with such force that for a moment, I feared my eyes would betray my Silver Wolf nature. I forced it down, pushed it deep, and walked away with as much dignity as I could muster, wine dripping from my ruined gown, marking my path like drops of blood.
The next morning, I woke to find Dominic standing at the foot of our bed, his face hard as stone.
"Pack your things," he said without preamble. "You're moving to the Omega wing."
"What?" I sat up, disbelieving. "Dominic, you can't—"
"I can and I will." His voice dropped into the Alpha tone, the command in it unmistakable. "Your behavior last night was unacceptable. You embarrassed me in front of our allies."
"My behavior?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Scarlett deliberately—"
"Enough!" he roared, his Alpha aura flaring so strongly that I physically recoiled. "Pack. Your. Things."
He strode to the door, then turned back, his eyes cold. "Pack, step aside," he commanded, using his Alpha voice to address the entire pack through our communal bond.
I felt the command ripple through the pack mind, felt the collective turning away as my status was stripped from me in a single sentence.
As the door slammed behind him, I sat motionless in the bed we had shared for seven years, my fingers absently tracing the place where our child had briefly existed.
*He's chosen her,* Aurora whispered, her voice no longer filled with rage but with a cold certainty that chilled me to the bone. *And now we have nothing left to lose.*
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