
Rejected Luna's Rise
Chapter 3
I stared at the ceiling, Zyaire's words echoing in my mind. *There are options, Lucy.*
Options. The word had become my lifeline in the days since he'd first appeared in my room. Now, sitting across from him at a small table in the pack library, I finally gave voice to the thought that had been growing inside me.
"I want to formally request bond rejection," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Zyaire's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't look surprised. "Are you sure?"
I nodded, my fingers tracing the edge of the book on pack law he'd brought me. "I can't stay with him, Zyaire. Not after... everything."
He reached across the table, his warm hand covering mine. "Then we'll do it properly. The Pack Council takes mate bond violations seriously, but we need evidence."
"Evidence?" I echoed.
"Financial records, medical documentation, witness testimonies." Zyaire's voice was calm, methodical. "Bear hasn't just been emotionally abusive—he's violated your rights as his mate under Pack Council law."
For the next hour, Zyaire explained the legal protections I'd never known existed. How an Alpha was required to provide basic care for his Luna. How pack resources were meant to support the mate bond. How my treatment constituted systematic abuse.
"We'll need proof of how he's misappropriated pack funds," Zyaire said, pulling out a small notebook. "Do you know where he keeps financial records?"
I shook my head, then paused. "Katherine might. She handles a lot of the pack's social events."
"Perfect," Zyaire said, his pen moving quickly across the page. "We'll need to document everything—when he denied you medical care, when he diverted resources to Katherine instead of providing for you and the baby."
My hand instinctively went to my stomach, now flat where it had once been rounded with promise. "The baby," I whispered. "How do we prove he neglected us?"
Zyaire's expression softened. "The medical records will help. And I've already spoken with Marcus—he's been documenting Bear's behavior for months."
"Beta Marcus?" I asked, surprised. "He works for Bear."
"Everyone has their limits," Zyaire replied cryptically. "Even Betas who serve Alphas."
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Three days later, I stood outside Bear's office, my heart hammering against my ribs. The folder in my hands contained everything we'd gathered—financial statements showing pack money spent on Katherine's designer clothes and jewelry, medical reports documenting my untreated condition after losing the baby, and signed statements from pack members who'd witnessed Bear's neglect.
"You can do this," Zyaire murmured beside me. "I'll be right outside."
I nodded, squaring my shoulders before knocking on the heavy oak door.
"Enter," Bear's deep voice commanded.
I stepped inside, keeping my gaze steady as I faced him. Katherine perched on the edge of his desk, her manicured nails tapping against a stack of papers.
"What is it?" Bear asked, barely glancing up from his computer.
"I'm here to formally request bond rejection," I said, my voice stronger than I expected.
That got his attention. His head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "What did you say?"
I placed the folder on his desk, pushing it toward him with trembling fingers. "I'm requesting rejection on grounds of systematic abuse, neglect during pregnancy, and violation of sacred mate bond duties."
Bear's face darkened as he flipped through the first few pages. Then he exploded.
"YOU DARE?" he roared, his Alpha voice crashing into me like a physical blow.
I staggered back a step, but forced myself to stay upright.
"You think you can leave me?" he snarled, rising from his chair. "You're NOTHING without this pack! Without ME!"
Katherine slid off the desk, moving to stand beside him. Her hand rested possessively on his arm as she looked at me with thinly veiled contempt.
"Really, Lucy," she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "You should know your place by now."
Bear's eyes flashed dangerously. "You will never be free of me," he growled, his Alpha aura filling the room with suffocating pressure. "Never."
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The next morning, I woke to find my phone missing from its charger. The pack guards at my door confirmed what I already suspected.
"Alpha's orders," one said flatly. "No leaving pack grounds. No outside communication."
Bear had cut off my access to everything—my phone, the internet, even the pack library where I'd been meeting with Zyaire.
I sank onto my bed, fighting back tears of frustration. How was I supposed to fight back now?
A soft knock at my window startled me. I rushed to look outside and saw Zyaire standing in the shadows, a small package in his hands.
"Pack alliance channels," he mouthed, gesturing to the package he'd slipped through the window. "Encrypted."
Inside was a burner phone and a small leather pouch filled with something that clinked softly.
"This is moonstone," Zyaire explained later through the phone, his voice barely above a whisper. "I remember you used to carve it at the academy."
I ran my fingers over the smooth stones, memories flooding back of the intricate jewelry I'd once created.
"You have a gift, Lucy," Zyaire said. "A talent that's yours alone."
As I held the moonstone in my palm, something stirred inside me—a spark of creativity I thought had died with my baby.
"I can teach you," Zyaire continued. "Help you rediscover what you love."
For the first time in months, I felt something other than pain and despair. Something that felt dangerously like hope.
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