Alpha’s Betrayal, Luna’s Redemption
My mate had chosen my half-sister, and before I could even step into his pack as his Luna, he had demoted me to a chosen mate. They acted as though they were my saviors, as if allowing me into their lives was some grand act of mercy. Jalen Nelson, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, looked at me with pity in his eyes. "Allowing you to join the pack is already unfair to Ariella," he said, his voice heavy with condescension. "But if you bring your dowry, we won’t mistreat you."
They were so deeply entangled in their affection for each other that I felt like an intruder in their world. I decided to let them have their happiness—and I would take my substantial inheritance with me when I left. ==============================
Today, the Silva family came to formalize the mark ceremony. I was giddy with excitement, hiding behind the grand hall’s decorative screen to watch the proceedings. Everything seemed normal at first. Then, my half-sister, Ariella Gray, rushed into the hall, her presence immediately commanding everyone’s attention.
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Chapter 10
Jalen always enjoyed looking down on everyone, his Alpha aura radiating dominance as if his word were law.
When I dared to defend myself, his fragile ego couldn’t handle it. He saw it as a challenge to his authority, and I knew he’d retaliate with harsher words. I hated confrontation, hated being made a spectacle, so I swallowed my hurt and prepared to endure it.
But then, soft yet firm voices rose in my defense:
“Who says Sofia isn’t worthy? She’s the pride of the Hughes and Gray packs.”
“Sofia’s kind and genuine. We all care for her.”
“Besides, who says a she-wolf needs to be skilled in everything? Being a talented Healer is already a rare gift.”
Jalen scoffed, his Alpha tone sharp and dismissive as he glared at those who spoke up. “Sofia just got lucky with her lineage, that’s all.”
His smirk was cruel as he continued, “She’s uncultured, lacks character, and has always been jealous of Ariella, thinking she stole something from her. Honestly, she’s like a rogue who somehow ended up in a pack. The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake.”
His words stung, but I refused to let him see it. My wolf, Lila, stirred within me, a low growl of frustration echoing in my mind, but I kept my composure. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of breaking me.
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8.3
“You’re too emotional to be Luna,” he said with a sigh, like this conversation exhausted him before it even began. “Jane is calmer. Obedient. And Malleable.”
I flinched.
“She’s not even a full-blooded member of our pack—she’s your bastard,” I snapped. “She wasn’t raised with our ways, our strength—she was raised with shame and a mother you betrayed ours with!”
9.1
The pain was constant. Ten pregnancies in three years had left my body a shell of what it once was. I lay on the thin mattress in the healer's den, my abdomen still cramping from delivering Jason's latest heir just hours ago. The scent of medicinal herbs did little to mask the metallic tang of blood that clung to me. I should have been resting. I should have been recovering. Instead, I was straining to hear the conversation filtering through the thin walls of the den. "How much longer do we need to keep her?" Vanessa's voice, sweet as poisoned honey. "Just until we secure our position in the Northern Alliance." Jason's reply sent ice through my veins. "The last pup she produced has strong Alpha potential.
7.0
My husband, the city's most formidable lawyer, destroyed my family to protect his ex-girlfriend. He framed my brother, leading to my parents' deaths and our company's collapse.
He promised to free my brother if I stayed. But on the day of the final appeal, he never showed up.
My brother lost his last chance at freedom. I later found out why Hamilton was absent. He was at a picnic, celebrating his ex-girlfriend's dog's birthday.
My brother's life, my entire world, was worth less than a puppy. The love I had for him shattered into dust.
So I underwent an experimental therapy to erase him from my mind. When he finally tracked me down in Paris, begging me to come back, I looked at the man who had been my world and asked,
"I'm sorry, have we met?"
9.1
The phone rang while I was cutting silver paper for Lyla's gifts. I knew it was him before I looked. Seven years of marriage teaches you the rhythm of a man's calls, even the ones that lie. I picked up and tucked the phone against my shoulder. "Amelie." Cullen's voice was tired in that careful way of his. "There's a problem at the northern border. Rogues. I can't make it back for the Solstice."
I kept cutting. The scissors made a clean, even sound. "How many?" I asked.
8.6
The full moon hung like a silver pendant against the midnight sky, casting an ethereal glow over the Silvermoon Pack's sacred clearing. I adjusted the heavy Luna's cloak draped across my shoulders, the silver embroidery catching moonlight as I stood beside Kai. Five years as his chosen mate, and the ceremonial garment still felt like borrowed finery, too grand for the pack healer's daughter. Kai's muscular frame tensed beside me as Alpha Killian began the monthly ritual. His golden eyes scanned the gathering with practiced authority, his jaw set in that handsome, stern expression that had captured my heart since childhood. My wolf, Lily, stirred within me, always eager for his attention. "The bonds of pack are sacred under the Moon Goddess's light," Alpha Killian intoned, his voice carrying across the assembled werewolves. I should have been listening, should have been focused on the ceremony that bound our pack together. Instead, I was stealing glances at Kai, hoping for one of his rare smiles directed my way. That's when I felt it—the subtle shift in the air, like the moment before a storm breaks.
9.4
“I, Darius Castellano, future Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, reject you, Serena Moreno, as my mate,” he said, his voice cold and distant.
A sharp, searing pain pierced through me. When Darius Castellano—my mate and the future Alpha of the Silverfang Pack—rejected me in front of the entire pack, at the coming-of-age ceremony where I had just learned he was my destined mate, the world didn’t shatter. Not right away.
No, it was slower than that. Like watching cracks spiderweb across glass—knowing it will break, but feeling powerless to stop it.
My legs trembled, but I refused to fall. “No,” I whispered, barely able to hear my own voice...
Heartbroken and filled with despair, I walked away from the pack.
Then, during a rogue attack, I was saved by a powerful and commanding alpha king. To my astonishment, I discovered he was my true mate.
How could this be? I knew that werewolves sometimes had a second chance at love, but could this really happen to me?
When Alpha Darius finally realized he couldn’t live without me, he came, begging for my forgiveness.
"How dare you?" my alpha king roared, his voice laced with fury.
"How dare you covet my mate, my Luna!"
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