My Mate's Vanishing Truth

Ryan burst into my room in the middle of the night, his Delta warrior uniform disheveled, and dropped an envelope on the table before leaping out the window. My mate, Alpha Damien Hansen of the Shadowmoon Pack, whom I’d loved for years, immediately grabbed the letter and used his Alpha authority to call the pack’s enforcers, accusing me of encouraging suicide. Without hesitation, I was sentenced and confined to the pack’s holding cells.

Wesson, the former Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack and my father-in-law, visited me during my confinement. His once commanding presence was diminished, his inner wolf withdrawn. I pleaded with him to tell me what was in that letter, but a look of fear washed over his face, and he mumbled, “Don’t ask me, don’t ask me.” The pack’s guards then escorted him to the healer’s facility, where he was admitted for psychiatric treatment.

Three years later, I was released, and Alpha Damien was there to pick me up. His towering frame, muscular and imposing, stood like a fortress, yet his eyes were clouded with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “Luna,” he said, his Alpha tone softening slightly, “I did all this out of love for you.” But when I asked about the contents of the letter, he hesitated, and I discovered that Wesson had attempted suicide.

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“Alpha Damien, your father tried to take his life,” Zhuri’s frantic voice echoed through the phone, her words laced with desperation. Damien didn’t seem shocked at all, as if he already knew. “Understood, Mother. I’ll be there soon,” he replied calmly, his Alpha composure unshaken. Yet, when I glanced back at him, tears silently streamed down his face, his eyes filled with sorrow. I felt this sadness wasn’t for Wesson but somehow for me.

We hurried to the hospital, only half an hour after receiving the news. The pack’s enforcers were already there, questioning Zhuri, the former Luna, whose once warm demeanor was now shattered. “I was in the room taking care of him when a letter appeared on the table. His face turned to terror, and then he jumped out the window,” she recounted, tearing at her hair in despair at the surgery room door.

The enforcers relentlessly repeated their questions. “What happened to that letter?” “I don’t know.” “We sent someone to check, and it wasn’t found.” “I really don’t know.” “Did you see what was in it?” “No, I didn’t.” “Has this letter appeared before?” “Yes, when my younger son died.”

The enforcers seemed to focus on that detail. “Your younger son died by suicide too?” Zhuri broke down into inconsolable tears, unable to answer any more questions, burying her face in her hands. Until I approached, she suddenly stood up and rushed toward me, her once nurturing presence now filled with venom. “You murderer, tell me, what have you done?” she screamed, her voice echoing through the hospital halls. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

Zhuri glared at me with bloodshot eyes, lunging at me, yelling for the enforcers to arrest me. They held her back, interrogating me for a long time. Once they confirmed that I had just been released from confinement and couldn’t have committed any crime, they left. Yet the disdain in their eyes pierced my soul.

Fortunately, Wesson’s fall wasn’t far, and though he broke several bones and was unconscious, his life was spared. Lying in the hospital bed, I watched over him, recalling the scorn and pain I endured over those three years. “Are you still keeping it a secret?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What did that letter say? Why won’t you tell me, even now? Even with Mother laid up in bed, you refuse to speak. What do you really want?”

The agony inside me surged uncontrollably, and I shouted at Damien, my voice breaking under the weight of my emotions. He looked at me with pain and sorrow in his eyes, then shook his head. “You’ve been through so much, Luna,” he said softly, his Alpha tone heavy with regret. With those words, he turned and left the room, his shoulders trembling slightly.

I slid down the wall to the floor, feeling utterly lost. I was an orphan before meeting Damien, and it was only then I realized how wonderful life could be. Zhuri and Wesson treated me like their own daughter, Ryan was gentle and kind, and Damien was always patient and loving. But everything changed with that letter.

Zhuri, who was once warm, now only holds hatred for me. My mate, the Alpha, sent me to confinement. Ryan died. Wesson ended up in the healer’s facility. And all the while, Damien knows, yet he remains silent. Why won’t he tell me?

With that thought, I stood up once more. Even if Damien wouldn’t speak, I would find the answers and reclaim my happiness. Right next to the hospital was the healer’s facility where Wesson had been treated, and I headed straight there. After checking in, the security asked me to wait a moment. Shortly afterward, a healer in a white coat approached, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos I’d just left.

“You must be Luna Freya Hansen,” he said, his voice steady. “I’ve been expecting you for some time.” His bluntness left me momentarily stunned. “Expecting me?” “Yes, for quite a while. Follow me.” With a mix of suspicion and curiosity, I followed the healer into the facility, my heart pounding with the weight of the secrets I was about to uncover.