
Betrayal Unleashes Luna Fury
Chapter 2
Three days after our confrontation in his office, Axton made his choice official.
I stood at the edge of the ceremonial clearing, watching from the shadows of the ancient pines as my former mate claimed another she-wolf as his chosen Luna. The pack had gathered in their finest ceremonial attire, the same formal dress they'd worn for our own mating ceremony five years ago. The irony wasn't lost on me—or on them, judging by the uncomfortable glances cast in my direction.
Marigold stood beside Axton in a flowing white dress that caught the evening light, her golden hair adorned with jasmine flowers that matched her natural scent. She looked every inch the perfect Luna—delicate, beautiful, born of the bloodline the pack elders had always favored. Everything I apparently wasn't.
"I, Alpha Axton Stone, take you, Marigold Wright, as my chosen mate and Luna of the Silverwood Pack," Axton's voice carried across the clearing with ceremonial authority. No mention of the Moon Goddess's blessing this time. No sacred bonds. Just choice and convenience.
Marigold's response was picture-perfect, her voice trembling with just the right amount of emotion. "I accept your claim, Alpha Stone, and pledge myself to you and this pack."
The pack howled their approval, the sound echoing through the forest like a funeral dirge for everything I'd once believed sacred. I turned away before the ceremonial marking, unable to watch Axton place his teeth where mine had once been welcomed.
But Marigold's reign began before the ceremony even ended.
I was gathering my son's scattered toys from the pack house living room the next morning when I heard his terrified whimper from the kitchen. My maternal instincts flared instantly, and I rushed toward the sound, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floors.
"—don't care what your mother told you," Marigold's sweet voice carried a steel edge I'd never heard her use in public. "I am your Luna now. You will address me as Luna Mother, and you will show me the respect I deserve."
I froze in the doorway, taking in the scene that made my wolf snarl with protective fury. My seven-year-old son stood pressed against the kitchen counter, his golden eyes—so like mine—wide with fear and confusion. Marigold loomed over him despite her delicate stature, her perfectly manicured nails gripping his small shoulders.
"But you're not my mother," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "My mama is—"
"Your mama abandoned you," Marigold's tone turned venomous, her mask slipping completely when she thought no one was watching. "She chose to reject the pack, reject your father, reject you. I'm the one who stayed. I'm the one who cares about your future."
My son's lip trembled, tears gathering in his eyes. "She didn't abandon me. She would never—"
"She would and she did." Marigold's grip tightened, and I saw my son wince. "Now, let's try this again. What do you call me?"
"I... I don't..." My brave little boy's voice cracked, and something inside me snapped.
"He calls you nothing." My voice cut through the kitchen like a blade, causing Marigold to release my son so quickly he stumbled. "Because you are nothing to him."
Marigold spun around, her innocent mask snapping back into place with practiced ease. "Samara! I was just trying to help little Ethan adjust to the new family dynamic. Children need structure during transitions."
Ethan ran to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face against my stomach. I could feel his small body trembling, and my wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, demanding retribution for the threat to our pup.
"By terrorizing him?" I kept my voice level, but something in my tone made Marigold take a step back. "By trying to force him to deny his own mother?"
"I'm his Luna now," Marigold lifted her chin defiantly. "It's only natural that he should—"
"You are nothing to him," I repeated, and this time I let a hint of the power stirring in my chest color my words. "You will never be anything to him. Touch my son again, and you'll discover exactly what this 'abandoned' Luna is capable of."
For just a moment, genuine fear flickered across Marigold's features. Then she smiled, sweet and innocent once more.
"Of course, Samara. I understand you're still adjusting to the changes too." She smoothed her dress and headed for the door, pausing to look back with false concern. "Though I do hope you'll consider what's best for Ethan's future. The pack needs stability, not... confusion."
After she left, I knelt beside my son, cupping his tear-stained face in my hands. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"
He nodded, but his eyes held a new wariness that broke my heart. "Mama, why does she want me to call her that? Why does she say you left us?"
I pulled him close, breathing in his familiar scent of earth and growing things. "Because some people think lies make them stronger, baby. But you know the truth, don't you?"
"You didn't leave us," he whispered against my shoulder. "You're right here."
"That's right. And I always will be."
But even as I comforted my son, I could feel the pack bonds shifting around us. Through the mind-link that still connected me to the pack despite my severed mate bond, whispers began to flow like poison through water.
*Poor Marigold, trying so hard to help that traumatized child...*
*Samara's being so difficult about the transition...*
*The boy needs a proper Luna's guidance, not his mother's bitterness...*
*Maybe it's better this way. Marigold understands pack loyalty...*
Each whisper felt like a small cut, death by a thousand paper wounds. Marigold wasn't just claiming my former position—she was systematically erasing my place in this pack, painting herself as the selfless savior and me as the selfish villain who'd abandoned my duties.
As the whispers grew louder and more frequent throughout the day, I realized this was only the beginning. Marigold had won her prize, but she wouldn't be satisfied until she'd destroyed every trace of my influence, every connection I'd built, every reason the pack might remember me fondly.
She wanted to be the only Luna they'd ever known.
But she'd made one crucial mistake. She'd threatened my son.
And that changed everything.
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