The Heartless Alpha and His Banished Luna

Clover

When we were just kids...

"Please! Please simply listen to me, Damian. You are required to listen "I begged him for the one hundredth time today while taking a hold of his wrist to persuade him not to abandon me in the backyard of the pack house by myself.

I was on the verge of crying, but I restrained myself since I'm not the kind of person who will sob for no reason other than the fact that life is challenging me right now.

My parents, Conor and Arleth, instilled in me the wisdom to never expose my vulnerability in front of other people. They gave me a loving environment to grow up in, but it was more of a "tough love."

Tough and a person who has never been one to back down from a fight. I fought just as hard as they did, just like them. After all, Damian's father, alpha Easton, was their alpha, and they were his current beta and gamma respectively.

I had been pleading with Damian to talk to me for the past half an hour, but every time I tried to communicate with him or reveal the secret that I had been keeping from him for the previous seven days, he either ignored me or told me to go away. I had been begging him to talk to me for the past thirty minutes.

"Nothing! And I mean it when I say that nothing you say or do at this point will sway my opinion, Clover! The past cannot be changed. Whatever it is that's going on between us needs to end "He let out a low growl as he clenched both of my arms in his fists and then shoved me off of him.

Although he didn't strike me anywhere, he did keep violently pushing or shoving me away as if I were the dirtiest thing he had ever seen in his life. He didn't actually hit me anywhere.

However, this time he pushed me with somewhat more force than usual, and as a result, I ended up falling to the ground with a thud; consequently, my natural inclination was to cover my stomach with a protective arm.

"There is absolutely no chance that I can sway your opinion. I'm only trying to convey some really vital information to you!" After getting back up, I protested with the person, but they pushed me down again.

When I think about it, he has never once hurt me physically or caused me emotional distress through his words ever since we were children.

But obviously that was not the case at all today. Today was an altogether different tale. It appeared as though he did not experience any difficulty in carrying out such actions toward me.

"Important? That we're friends, or something else entirely? I don't believe that's the case."

"Clover, I do not wish to be your companion in any way. Why are you unable to acknowledge the fact?" It jolted me to learn that this was what he believed of me after I heard him shout.

The thing is, we both admitted that we had a strong attraction to one other when we were much younger. This brings up an interesting point. It wasn't until I reached sixteen and he turned eighteen that things started becoming more physical between us, or should I say that things started getting more heated?

Since then, we have engaged in a significant amount of sexual activity together. You name it, we had both done it at some point, whether it was rough, plain vanilla, or experimenting with our own sexual fantasies. This happened practically every night as well.

But for me, it was more than just sexual encounters; it went beyond that. My reasons for allowing Damian to use me whenever he wanted extended beyond our sexual desire, and as a result, I couldn't just let him do this to me without letting him in on the secret.

We hardly ever spent time apart from one another. The fact that he was willing to throw everything away when he wasn't even convinced of his choice was difficult to comprehend given that we had grown up and participated in activities together.

"No! Listen to what I have to say. It is imperative that you pay attention to this, Damian "I pleaded with him once more as I positioned myself directly in front of him, trying to prevent him from moving any further away from their home.

"In a few short months, I will be leading the herd as its leader. You still don't seem to understand how vitally crucial that is for everyone, do you? I came to the conclusion that making this choice was the best course of action, "Damian growled before shoving me aside for the second time.

"But, how could you believe that she is your genuine mate since you said so yourself that you didn't feel the spark when the two of you met?" "But, how could you believe that she is your true mate?" I inquired, clearly expressing my desperation for him to give attention to what I needed to say.

He needed to know everything that had been going on, but he was just being too stubborn to give me all the time in the world to tell him everything that had happened.

He sneered at me as he pushed me away one more time and said, "I fucking lied because back then I didn't want to hurt your ego." Even back then, I didn't believe him, so I didn't give up on the relationship.

I grasped his arm once again, preparing to explain to him why I couldn't just let him walk out on me like that, but I was jerked by the hair so forcefully that it caused my head to snap back, I staggered backward, and then I fell forward and landed on my bottom.

Motherfucker!

As I worked to prevent Evander from killing someone or anybody, I silently muttered curses to myself. I had to bring her back down since she was getting too close to the surface too rapidly and I didn't want things to get out of hand.

Given the circumstances, my ruthless and overprotective inner wolf felt the need to be even more overprotective of me than she already was. She felt this need more strongly than she ever had before.

Regarding the fiery temper I sometimes display, I believe it was instilled in me by my parents.

"Get your dirty hands off my buddy, Clover!" the other man said. Nyra Witterfield scoffed at me as she persisted in pulling at my hair and acting as if she had the authority to do so.

"Sam, you need to get your fucking hands off of me before I rip them off!" I let out a low roar as I grabbed hold of her wrist and twisted it so hard that it was dangerously close to fracturing her bones.

She wailed in agony and eventually let go of her hold on me, which gave me the opportunity to stand up and move away from her.

Oh, sure, I was referring to the wicked woman who was presumably Damian's mate at the moment, although she had not been recognized as his mate or acknowledged to be his mate just yet.

This is due to the fact that she is not his true mate. You are!

As I let forth a furious snarl, Evander raised his voice in protest.

Especially when she touched me, I could feel rage and sadness building up inside of me. I could feel them seething. Evander had the intent to instantly dismember her, a task that was well within her capabilities given Nyra's lackluster level of martial arts ability.

The one thing she was very skilled at was spreading her legs for admirers who thought she was attractive. She wasn't a member of our pack either, but much like Damian, she was the offspring of the neighboring pack's alpha and luna.

When she went up to Damian and stroked her hand up and down his muscular chest to his washboard abs, I wanted to kill her right then and there. In particular, I wanted to kill her when she did that.

I was green with envy, and all I wanted to do was give those people a taste of their own medicine. On the other hand, despite how badly I wanted to, I was unable to, and more importantly, I should not have done so because it would just embarrass my parents.

Before slowly raising my pleading look toward Damian, I took a few deep breaths to quell the rage that was rising within me.

"Please call me Damian. I'll just need five minutes of your time, but you absolutely must listen to this. Alone, "I pleaded with him one more time, but all he did was firmly shake his head in response to each of my pleas.

Nyra saw that as a cue to act like a b*tch, and as a result, she drew even closer to me and stabbed her finger directly in the centre of my chest.

"He said he didn't want to talk to you, so get the fuck out of our faces, Clover!" "He said he didn't want to talk to you, so get the fuck out of our faces!" She stated it in a condescending manner, which Evander took offense to for some reason.

I gently mumbled to Nyra, "I told you not to touch me," as I was on the edge of losing control over Evander. "I told you not to touch me."

"Then you better stop harassing my partner!" She yelled at me before raising her hand, most likely intending to smack the s—- out of me, but I was much quicker than she was.

My hand went up in an instant to smack hers away, and at the same time, the other one of my hands swung at her with my claws extended, cutting her right across the cheek.

"Oh, my gosh!"

Nyra immediately let out a piercing scream at sensing what may have been a scorching sensation on her skin and upon noticing blood falling onto the ground.

"How the fucker do you dare!" Damian let out a roar as he sank his teeth into the back of my neck and began to choke me. He looked at you with a mixture of sadness and rage in his eyes.

I was able to not only see it, but also feel it. Therefore, rather than attempting to free myself and scratching at his arm to get him to let go of me, I merely glared at him until he finally released his grip on me.

In spite of the fact that he pushed me back, I did not cry even though I was left gasping for oxygen at the time. At least not when I was standing in front of them and watching them.

It was quite evident from his behaviors that he favored Nyra over both me and the kid that we were expecting to have together. This much was abundantly evident.

"Get the fuck out of here and don't come back. By tomorrow, you will be banished from these lands and there's nothing beta Conor and gamma Arleth can do about it," Damian hissed and so I was utterly shocked at how quickly he made that decision.

To be fair, he didn't know that I was carrying his child yet, but he wouldn't give me a minute and dared to put his hands on me like that and so I decided that he would never get the chance to get to know this child.

"Is it exactly what you had in mind?" I asked with so much disappointment in my voice.

"Absofuckinglutely," he confidently answered and so I lifted my chin up to let him know that he was heard loud and clear.

He wanted me out of his pack and he had every right to make that decision. After all, he was soon to become alpha, and therefore, his word held power over the entire pack.

And because there was finality in his tone, it meant he was serious.

I didn't wait for the next day. Why bother?

I simply packed my belongings while everyone was away and took my entire savings, which I should thank my parents for because it was a hefty amount.

And yes, we had those in order to keep the facade that we were humans too. And so, I left the Crescent Pack, pregnant with no idea what to do.