My Mate Rejected Me for His Pregnant Luna

Dominic found me in the guest wing two hours after Hudson left.

He stood in the doorway like he was waiting for permission to enter. His shoulders were tight. His jaw worked like he was chewing words he didn't want to say.

"Clara," he said finally. "I need to talk to you."

I didn't move from the chair by the window. Barnaby sat near my feet. He'd been there since I woke. Silent. Watchful.

"Go ahead," I said.

Dominic glanced at Barnaby. Then at me. "Alone."

"No."

His mouth tightened. But he stepped inside anyway. Closed the door behind him.

"The Lycan alliance," he said. "Hudson won't negotiate with me. You heard him. He'll only deal with you."

I waited.

"Silverfang needs this alliance." His voice was careful now. Measured. "The coastal territory. The trade routes. Without it, we lose everything. You know that. You built half of it yourself."

Ten years I built it. Ten years I brokered deals and trained warriors and secured borders while he lied to my face.

"You want me to fix it," I said quietly.

He exhaled. Nodded. "Yes."

"For the good of the pack."

"Yes." He took a step closer. "I know—I know things are complicated right now. But this is bigger than us. This is about Silverfang. The wolves who depend on us."

Us.

I almost laughed.

"All right," I said.

His face shifted. Relief. Surprise. "You'll do it?"

"I'll broker the alliance." I stood. Walked past him to the desk near the door. There was parchment there. A pen. Bloodmoon insignia stamped at the top. "But not for you."

He frowned. "What?"

I picked up the pen. Started writing. The Luna Accord. Clause 47, subsection 3. I'd memorized it years ago. Back when I thought I'd never need it.

"A rejected Luna," I said aloud as I wrote, "who was publicly stripped of title and rank, retains sovereign claim over any territory, alliance, or resource she personally built during the mating bond."

Dominic went still.

"The Stormbreak coastal agreement," I continued. "The warrior training protocols. The northern border security network. I built those. Not you. Me."

I finished writing. Set the pen down. Turned to face him.

"I'll sign the Lycan alliance," I said. "Under my own sovereign authority. Hudson's royal seal will bind it as irrevocable. And you—" I met his eyes. "You'll have no legal claim to any of it."

His face cycled through three expressions in as many seconds. Disbelief. Fury. And then something worse. Understanding.

"You can't," he said.

"I already did." I picked up the parchment. "Hudson reviewed the terms an hour ago. He's waiting for my signature."

Dominic's hands curled into fists. "That alliance is Silverfang's. I'm the Alpha—"

"You rejected me," I said quietly. "In front of witnesses. You stripped my title. Called me Omega. The law is very clear about what happens next."

He stared at me. I saw the moment it landed. The full weight of it. He'd used pack law to destroy me. And now I was using it to dismantle him.

"Clara." His voice cracked. "Please."

I walked past him. Opened the door.

"I'll inform you when the signing is complete," I said.

He didn't move. Just stood there in the center of the room, staring at the parchment on the desk.

I left him there.

---

The formal negotiation session was held in Ironvale's council chamber. Hudson sat at the head of the table. Silas stood behind him. I took the seat to Hudson's right—the negotiator's position.

Estella arrived ten minutes late.

She wore a different dress. Pale green. The moonstone pendant caught the light as she moved. She smiled at Hudson. At the assembled Betas and Gammas lining the walls.

"My apologies," she said warmly. "I was reviewing the alliance terms. Making sure everything was in order."

She set a leather portfolio on the table. Opened it. Pulled out a document I recognized instantly.

My alliance strategy. The one I'd drafted for Silverfang three years ago. Every clause. Every contingency. My handwriting in the margins.

She'd stolen it from Dominic's files.

"I've prepared a comprehensive framework," Estella said, addressing Hudson directly. "It outlines the territorial agreements, trade protocols, and warrior exchange programs that will benefit both our packs."

Hudson leaned back in his chair. "Go on."

She smiled. Began presenting. She spoke smoothly. Confidently. Cited numbers and terms like she'd written them herself.

I watched Hudson's face. It didn't change.

When she finished, he was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Name the three primary allied packs in the Stormbreak coastal agreement."

Estella blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"The Stormbreak agreement. The foundation of this framework. Name the three allied packs."

She glanced at the document. "Well, there's—Ironvale, of course. And Silverfang. And—" She hesitated. "Mooncrest."

I pressed my lips together. Mooncrest didn't exist.

"Interesting," Hudson said. "And the specific clause structure of the Stormbreak agreement—how many subsections govern territorial boundaries?"

Estella's smile flickered. "I believe it's—seven?"

"Twelve," I said quietly.

Every head turned toward me.

Hudson's gaze stayed on Estella. "The warrior rotation schedule. How many warriors does Silverfang commit to coastal patrol under this agreement?"

Estella looked at the document again. "Thirty."

"Forty-two," I said. "In three-week rotations. With a reserve unit of eighteen."

Hudson asked the fourth question. Estella's answer contradicted the document in her hands. Then the fifth. Her voice started to shake.

The Betas and Gammas watched in silence. I saw it happening—the slow collapse of her credibility before the wolves she needed to impress.

Hudson finally leaned forward. "Thank you for your time, Estella."

She stood. Her hands trembled as she gathered the papers. The moonstone pendant swung against her chest.

She looked at me once before she left. Her eyes were flat.

I didn't look away.

---

I heard them fighting that night.

Dominic's voice carried through the pack house walls. Estella's answering—high, tearful, wounded.

"How did you get Clara's strategy document?" Dominic demanded.

"I found it in your files," Estella said. "I thought—I thought I could help. I didn't know she'd—"

"You made us look like fools."

"She's the one manipulating you!" Estella's voice cracked. "Can't you see? She's turning everyone against us. Against me. She wants to destroy what we've built—"

"What we've built?" Dominic's laugh was bitter. "She built it. That's the problem."

Silence.

Then Estella, softer now. Careful. "You don't trust me anymore."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to."

I heard footsteps. A door closing. Then nothing.

I stood at the window of the guest wing, looking out at Ironvale's grounds. Barnaby sat beside me. His shoulder pressed against my leg.

"It's starting," I said quietly.

He didn't answer. But I felt his understanding.

The crack was widening.