Rejected Luna's Silent Vengeance

The mistress of my mate, Emmanuel Ellis, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, had her abortion report plastered across the pack’s communal notice board. To shield her reputation, the Alpha forced me, even while I was carrying his pup, to take a potion to induce a miscarriage, making it seem as though the report was mine. Whispers of my supposed promiscuity and betrayal of the pack’s respected healer spread like wildfire. Pack members condemned me, demanding I leave the Moonlight Pack.

In anguish, I confronted the Alpha. He simply massaged his temples, his Alpha aura cold and indifferent. "Kyla is just a young Delta who can’t handle the gossip. Why compete with someone so much younger?" I looked at him, despair settling in. All those nights of enduring the mate bond, the countless rituals to strengthen our connection, the sacrifices—they now felt like mocking daggers piercing my soul.

Wiping away my tears, I decided it was time to set myself free. When I asked the Alpha to sever our mate bond, he was busy editing Kyla’s report on pack healing techniques, not even bothering to look up. "Don’t be absurd."

I stayed resolute. "This will only take a minute."

The Alpha finally frowned, his dominant presence filling the room. "Is this because I gave Kyla your research on pack rituals?"

I didn’t respond. The Alpha shifted to a more relaxed posture, though his Alpha tone still carried an edge. "Or is it because I let everyone think the abortion report was yours?" He massaged his temples, feigning disappointment. "You’re my mate, so a scandal like this won’t affect you. But Kyla is just a Delta. This could ruin her. Don’t be so heartless."

A chill ran through my fingers as his words echoed. I struggled to keep my emotions in check. "Just sever the bond."

Just then, the door to the Alpha’s office opened. Kyla walked in, her bright smile fading awkwardly upon seeing me. "Oh, Luna, I didn’t know you were here. I just had a few questions for the Alpha."

I smirked, having noticed the theater tickets in her hand as she entered. "That’s fine. The Alpha just needs to sever our bond first."

The Alpha’s expression darkened, but seeing Kyla’s hopeful look, he reluctantly stood and began the formal vow. "I, Emmanuel Ellis, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, reject you, Zariyah Ellis, as my mate and sever our bond."

The words cut through me like a blade, the pain of the broken bond searing my soul. Leaving the Alpha’s office, I wiped away the last of my tears and smiled. Thirty years of knowing each other, seven years as mates, finally coming to a close. I called the top contact on my phone. The voice on the other end was as warm and welcoming as ever. "Are you sure you’re coming? Haha, Zariyah, you’ve finally seen the light."

"I need to wait sixty days to finalize the bond’s dissolution."

"That’s fine. Whenever you’re ready, you’re always welcome!"

The thought of being truly free in sixty days brought a real smile to my face. It had been so long since I’d felt so light, after feeling neglected and depressed for far too long. I prepared myself a gourmet dinner, poured a glass of wine, and celebrated my new beginning.

A text lit up my phone: "I’ll be home tonight. Get a bath ready for me." The Alpha liked soaking in a mix of essential oils—a blend I’d personally arranged at the pack’s apothecary. It calmed him, helping him sleep deeply. But he hadn’t been home to sleep in quite some time. Before I could block him, another message arrived: "I have some pack rituals to oversee tonight. I’ll be back in a few days."

I chuckled dryly and deleted his contact. Rituals—same old excuses. Sure enough, Kyla’s latest social media post showed a luxurious candlelit dinner, captioned with something about not just sharing dinner but also breakfast. I considered deleting her from my contacts but hesitated since I was still her mentor. I’d wait until the season ended in two months.

Before bed, a message from an unknown number appeared: "Still upset? Alright, I’ll spend our anniversary with you next month." I stared at the condescending message, realizing that the Alpha and I hadn’t celebrated an anniversary in years. What was this supposed to mean? He betrays me, takes a Delta as his mistress, and expects me to be grateful? No matter how many numbers he used to contact me, I blocked them all.

I slept soundly, as if a weight had lifted. However, when I saw the Alpha the next day, he looked more worn out than ever, with dark circles under his eyes. The moment he saw me, he was visibly irritated. "Zariyah, why did you block me? You never respond to my messages."