Rejected Luna Reclaims Her Pack Throne

After a year of carefully trying to conceive, I finally discovered I was pregnant. I had planned to surprise my mate, but he arrived at the bistro where we were supposed to celebrate with his “special friend,” the woman who was always in the back of his mind.

In the chaos that followed, an oblivious Delta warrior pushed me to the ground. Seeing the bright red blood made my head spin, and, just like that, I lost the pup.

When the anesthesia wore off, the first thing I saw was a post by his beloved, showing intimate photos of the two of them. In the pictures, she sat half-naked, nestled in Alpha Henrik Freeman's lap, sharing a passionate kiss.

“We planned this toast together, but I didn’t expect you'd go and share it with someone else!” I commented bitterly, “Quite bold, aren’t you? Not worried about the scandal?”

With that, I spread the rejection papers all over our pack house.

Yesterday marked a full year since Henrik and I started trying to conceive, and I found out I was pregnant. Today, the pup is gone. The moment I woke up in the healer’s den, I immediately asked Henrik for a rejection.

He hadn’t been responding to my messages promptly for a long time, but he replied instantly with a question mark. A call followed shortly after.

“Luna Aurora, what kind of breakdown are you having now? I’m working hard every day for the pack while you do nothing at home, and now you’re asking for a rejection? Are you crazy?” Amidst his yelling, I could faintly hear Mariana Owens’ laughter in the background, prompting him to offer a half-hearted explanation.

“Are you getting jealous again without reason? You know I couldn’t land this alliance without Mariana’s help, so of course, I need to thank her, unlike you, who does nothing all day.”

“I haven't even blamed you for standing me up. What right do you have to be angry?” I looked at the dark red stains on my clothes, feeling unexpectedly calm. There was neither love nor hate. It seemed that five years of affection had vanished along with this pup.

I recalled the struggle at the bistro entrance and said calmly, “Your Deltas didn’t recognize me, and I couldn’t get in.” That was the bistro where we had our first date after our marking ceremony. But now, Henrik had rented it out for another she-wolf, playing romantic love songs under dim, intimate lighting, while his warriors kept me outside.

Henrik paused, finally recalling something. He stammered, “I, I forgot. Why don’t we go there tonight…”

I hung up before he could finish his sentence. I distinctly heard Mariana’s coy voice in the background.

As the anesthesia wore off, I found Mariana posting updates. During the hour I endured intense pain, she and Henrik were inside that very bistro, sharing drinks. Her face glowed unnaturally as she clung to Henrik’s neck with a smug expression.

“At last, we share this toast!” she declared. The way Henrik looked at her in the photo only made my solitude more apparent.

I decided to leave the healer’s den. I spent a long time recovering at home, but Henrik never returned. He claimed he was indulging the pack with a retreat. Of course, Mariana was there too.

When Henrik finally came home, I was in the middle of my postpartum recovery. He frowned at the broth in my hand.

“Didn’t I say no broth in the house?”

I retorted impatiently, “It’s not for you. Keep cozying up to Mariana if you want.” I hadn’t touched broth for years because Henrik claimed he didn’t like it. Only recently did I find out it wasn’t him but Mariana who couldn't stand the smell of broth. Henrik’s dislike was just to ensure “broth-free” kisses.

“Aurora, can’t you let it go? Don’t you know how hard I work for the pack? I just returned from a pack gathering and you’re at home, sulking!”

I sipped my broth, savoring the long-lost flavor. I didn't bother to expose Henrik’s lies. The so-called pack gathering took place in a villa under my name. As for Mariana, she seemed eager for me to notice, sharing everything she could, including the toast, the massages during her scantily-clad moments, and the playful antics on a rose-covered bed.

I casually opened a video, and a she-wolf’s flirty voice played through my speakers.

“Henrik darling, is it true when you said you’ll love me forever and that your mate bond with that other woman means nothing?”

“Of course…”

Before I could hear the crucial part, Henrik snatched my tablet and smashed it to pieces. He yanked me up, letting the hot broth spill onto my arm. My skin turned bright red in an instant.

“Luna Aurora, I said I’m with Mariana to thank her. Don’t make trouble!”

“Look at you now! Mariana is an independent, modern she-wolf while you are just some jealous shrew.” I looked at the shattered pieces of the broth bowl and the mess on the floor, then slapped Henrik hard.