After My Alpha Framed Me for Attacking His Luna

The morning after the Moon Goddess Festival, I woke to pounding on my door. My body ached from yesterday's injuries, the cuts from the shattered glass still fresh on my skin.

"Miller!" a harsh voice called. "Alpha wants you in the main hall. Now."

I dragged myself up, wincing as my bare feet touched the cold floor. The pack house was buzzing with activity—servants rushing about with fresh flowers and polished silverware.

"Make way for the future Luna," someone announced as I entered the grand hall.

Saige swept in like she owned the place, her designer heels clicking against the marble floor. Rhett stood beside her, his hand possessively on her waist.

"Mackenzie," he said, his voice carrying that edge that always made my wolf whimper. "Saige has requested you be reassigned to better serve the pack."

I kept my eyes downcast, though my wolf snarled inside me. "Yes, Alpha."

"Saige believes it's best if you're... monitored more closely." His lips curled slightly. "You'll move to the servant's quarters in the basement today."

The basement. Where the oldest, weakest Omegas lived in cramped, damp rooms with minimal light.

"And your duties," Saige added sweetly, "will include cleaning our private suite. Daily."

Rhett's eyes met mine, challenging me to object. I swallowed my pride. "Of course, future Luna."

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Three days later, I scrubbed the bathroom floor of the Alpha suite on my hands and knees. The smell of Saige's expensive perfume made my stomach turn.

"Oh, Mackenzie," Saige's voice startled me. She stood in the doorway, elegant in a silk robe. "You missed a spot."

I bit back a retort and returned to my task.

"Do be careful with that vase," she said, gesturing to an ornate crystal piece filled with water and purple flowers. "It's from my father."

I nodded, keeping my focus on the tiles.

"Actually," she said, stepping closer, "could you refill it? The water's getting stale."

As I reached for the vase, she suddenly knocked it over—directly onto my hands.

I gasped as burning pain shot through my skin. The water was laced with wolfsbane, a substance toxic to our kind.

"Oh dear," Saige gasped loudly, drawing attention from the hallway. "She's spilling things everywhere!"

Footsteps approached as I frantically wiped the burning liquid from my hands.

"What happened?" Rhett demanded, his imposing figure filling the doorway.

"I caught her trying to poison me," Saige cried, her eyes wide with feigned terror. "The vase—she put something in it!"

"I didn't—" I started, but Rhett's glare silenced me.

"Get out," he ordered me. "Now."

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The next morning, I served breakfast to the pack's upper members. My hands were bandaged, but the wolfsbane burns still throbbed beneath the gauze.

"More coffee, Omega," Beta Marcus sneered, holding out his cup without looking at me.

I poured carefully, trying not to spill.

Suddenly, Saige's fork clattered against her plate. She pressed a hand to her mouth, her face contorting.

"Saige?" Rhett leaned toward her, concern etched on his features. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she whispered, then louder as more heads turned: "I've just been feeling... unwell."

The pack doctor was summoned immediately. He examined her with exaggerated care while the entire dining hall watched.

"Alpha," the doctor finally announced, his voice carrying through the silent room. "I believe congratulations are in order."

Rhett's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Future Luna Saige is pregnant with the Alpha heir."

The room erupted in cheers. Rhett's face transformed with shock and something like joy.

"A child," he breathed, taking Saige's hand. "Our child."

Something tore inside me—a physical pain that radiated from my chest outward. The mate bond was rejecting this news, my wolf howling in agony at the thought of Rhett's pup with another.

I stumbled backward, bumping into a server. My vision blurred as nausea overwhelmed me.

"Mackenzie?" Someone's voice sounded distant.

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. My body doubled over as I vomited blood onto the pristine floor.

"Clean that up," Rhett ordered without even looking at me. His attention remained fixed on Saige, who smiled triumphantly.

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Weeks later, I was assigned to clean the pack house attic—a dusty, forgotten space filled with old trunks and forgotten relics.

As I dusted a bookshelf, a leather-bound volume caught my eye. "The Legend of the White Wolf" was embossed on its cover in faded gold lettering.

I opened it carefully, pages crackling with age. Inside were illustrations of a magnificent white wolf with silver markings—the same symbol that adorned my mother's pendant, the one I wore hidden beneath my shirt.

My fingers trembled as I read:

"The White Wolf was no ordinary Alpha, but a Lycan Princess of royal blood..."

Lycan Princess. The words echoed in my mind as I clutched my pendant through my shirt.

That night, I fashioned a new talisman—not just any charm, but one infused with the Lycan magic that apparently flowed in my veins. I worked until dawn, crafting a necklace that could mask Andy's location and my scent.

As the first light broke through the basement window, I held up my creation. For the first time in months, hope flickered in my chest.

"We're getting out of here, Andy," I whispered to the empty room. "No matter what it takes."