His Rejected Luna's Vengeance

The manor was eerily quiet; not a sound was to be heard. It was only three in the afternoon, and Whiskers, my cat, should have been frolicking around after lunch. Usually, the moment I got home, he'd dash over to greet me.

Kasen stood at the entrance, slipping off his coat. He expertly donned an apron, embodying the image of a devoted mate. His broad shoulders and muscular frame, typical of a Beta, seemed almost too imposing in the small space.

“What would you like to eat? I can whip up something for you. The auction won't start until later, and I'm concerned you might have a sugar crash,” he said, his voice calm but carrying the faintest hint of authority—his Beta tone.

I brushed past him, ignoring his offer, and made a beeline for the pet room. But after just a few steps, my vision blurred, and I crumpled to the floor, my legs suddenly weak. As the room spun around me, I barely registered Kasen hurrying toward me, panic clear on his face.

He lifted me onto the sofa, his strong arms effortlessly supporting my frail frame, and then turned to grab some candy from the coffee table, pressing them into my mouth. They were sour, lemon-flavored—the taste I disliked—and they carried a trace of Juliet's scent, a faint floral aroma that made my stomach churn.

Once I had gathered some strength, I pushed away from Kasen's arms and continued my search for Whiskers. But Kasen's voice halted me.

He turned his head slightly, a hint of guilt in his uneasy tone. “The cat was just untamable. Yesterday, it nearly scratched me, so I found it a new home.”

“Don’t worry, I gave it to someone trustworthy. It’s in a really good place now.”

I turned away, too drained to keep up any pretense of calm. All I could think about was my cat. I had raised Whiskers for five years, the same length of time I’d known Kasen. Whiskers was affectionate and well-behaved; there was no way he would have scratched Kasen.

The comments streamed endlessly on the pack's mind link, echoing the pit of despair in my heart.

["The cat, just like its owner, is so ornery. The Beta only wanted to pet it, but it lashed out."]

["Luckily, it knew its true owner. When the Beta threw it out, it didn't resist; otherwise, Juliet might have been hurt, and he would have been devastated."]

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The bond between us, once strong, now felt like a fragile thread, fraying with every word. My wolf stirred within me, a faint whimper echoing in my mind, but I pushed it down. I couldn’t afford to show weakness, not now.

Kasen’s presence loomed behind me, his aura heavy and commanding, but I refused to turn around. He was the Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, respected and feared by many, but to me, he was just Kasen—the man who had promised to stand by my side, yet now seemed so far away.

“I’ll find Whiskers,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “With or without your help.”

Kasen sighed, his Alpha tone softening slightly. “You’re being unreasonable. The cat is gone, and it’s for the best. Focus on your health. The pack needs you strong.”

I bit my lip, holding back the retort that threatened to spill out. The pack needed me strong? Or did he just need me out of the way, so he could focus on Juliet without the burden of our bond weighing him down?

Without another word, I walked away, my frail body trembling with every step. The manor felt colder than ever, the silence a stark reminder of what I had lost—not just Whiskers, but the man I had once believed would be my mate.