Betrayed by My Alpha, I Became My Daughter’s Shield

On my thirtieth Moon Blessing Day, the first surprise I received was that livestream.

On the screen, Ronan gripped the back of the young streamer’s neck and claimed her lips.

Yet only an hour earlier, he had knelt before me, pressing gentle kisses to my eight-month pregnant belly.

All the guests at the feast looked at me at once. Their eyes carried pity and hidden excitement.

“Luna…”

The steward wiped sweat from his temple and quickly moved the crystal aside. “Should I close the livestream?”

He lowered his voice, afraid I would collapse again and harm the heir.

“No need,” I said calmly. “Continue with the cake.”

“Should we not wait for Alpha Valloren to return?” he asked carefully.

I shook my head. “No need.”

Those waiting to enjoy my breakdown froze.

Someone had placed the livestream in front of me on purpose, expecting me to fall apart and cry like all the times before.

But I did not.

I stood according to the plan, cut the cake, and blew out the spirit candles.

Soon whispers rose behind me without hiding.

“What’s wrong with Luna Valloren? Why is she not crying?”

“Did she not cry like the world ended every time she caught the Alpha straying?”

“Last time she found him with that young she wolf, she nearly harmed the pup from anger and cried three days until he returned.”

“On Moon Lovers Day she even ran to the seaside cliffs with her big belly, begging him to come back.”

“And what happened in the end? Alpha Valloren comforted her for a moment and left again the next day.”

“Maybe she finally understands that her tears mean nothing.”

“Perhaps she is pretending to be the strong Luna now. Too bad there was no show today.”

Laughter echoed again and again.

They believed I was acting like a proper and noble Luna.

I heard every whisper, but I did not react. I simply held my belly and looked out the window.

Spirit fireworks burst across the night sky. I had arranged them for my own celebration.

The lights reflected on the glass and in my eyes. Bright and short lived. Impossible to hold.

It was not that I felt no pain.

I had simply cried too much already. I was tired.

After the feast ended and I removed my ceremonial gown, Ardena rushed into my chamber. Her face was pale with anger. Her cane struck the stone floor as she ordered someone to summon Ronan.

No one answered.

She told the steward to cast the streamer’s livestream onto a larger crystal and opened the voice channel.

“Ronan, come home now!”

On the screen, Ronan leaned lazily against a couch, smiling at his audience. The female beside him adjusted her spell device, loud music echoing behind them.

“Grandmother,” he said lightly, “I am busy. I will not come home tonight.”

“The little wolf is in a ranking battle. It will affect her standing.”

After ending the call, he seemed to remember something and added,

“Oh, and tell my Luna she behaved well today. No crying. Finally acting like a true Luna Valloren. She is thirty now. Let her keep it up.”

The crystal tablet was slammed onto the table.

Ardena trembled with rage and grabbed my hand tightly. “This heartless cub. Valea, if you want to cry, then cry. Do not hold it in. I am here.”

I handed her a cup of water and spoke softly. “Grandmother, I am not angry. But I have something to tell you.”

I began slowly.

“When I entered the Royal Academy, my family could not afford the tuition. You paid for my studies.”

“I have always remembered your kindness. So when you asked me to look after Ronan during our academy years, I agreed. Later, when we became mates, it was because you brought us together.”

“I once believed I was very happy. But after five years of being mate, Ronan changed. He flirted everywhere. I cried and argued, but nothing changed. Six months ago, I wanted to end the bond.”

“But at that time, I learned I was carrying his heir.”

Ardena’s hand tightened, as if she did not wish to hear more.

“He became gentle again, acting like a caring father. I softened and stayed. But after a few months, he returned to his old habits.”

I lifted my head. My voice was quiet but firm.

“Grandmother, I am thirty. I do not want my pup to grow up with a father like this.”

Her eyes reddened. She pulled me into her arms, patting my back. “If you wish to leave, I will not stop you. But the pup…”

“I want to keep the pup and remove the father.”

I gently interrupted her. “The pup will still be your great grandchild, but will have no bond with Ronan. This is my only wish at thirty. Grandmother, can you help me?”

The room stayed silent for a long time. I thought she would refuse such a request.

But she closed her eyes for a moment and nodded.

“Very well. I will handle it. Though I am Ronan’s grandmother, in my heart, you are also my granddaughter.”

My nose stung as I embraced her. I heard her murmur softly, “You two were once so sweet. How did it become like this?”

I lowered my gaze.

Ronan had once truly cared for me.

The proud golden heir of Mossfang Hollow had softened all his sharp edges for my sake. He attended every class beside me, built small spirit game projects with me, and cut ties with reckless pack friends.

On the day of our mating ceremony, the game we created together, Moonbond, was released across the territories.

He said he wanted our love to last forever, just like the game remaining online.

When I conceived, his eyes turned red with emotion as he transferred all his properties into my name. He announced it before all the packs and even placed the notice inside our game world.

To countless wolves, we were the perfect pair.

But when love began to shift, I was the first to step away.

Late that night, when I returned to my chamber, my crystal slate suddenly lit up.

Ronan had sent two images of delicate undergarments.

“I heard the little crybaby did not cry today. Becoming sensible. Good.”

“Choose one for me. Which is better?”

“Pick one, and I will keep the other as your thirtieth Moon Blessing gift.”