After My Alpha Killed My Mother, I Rejected Him

The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the packhouse as I made my way toward the parlor. My heels clicked against the polished hardwood floors, each step purposeful and measured. Seven years of building this pack alongside Drew had taught me to move with the confidence of a Luna, even if I remained unmarked.

I pushed open the heavy oak door, ready to remind Drew about the corporate meeting that would determine our next business expansion. The words died on my lips as I took in the scene before me.

Drew sat hunched over a workbench, his powerful frame bent with an intensity I hadn't seen in months. But it wasn't directed at pack business—it was focused entirely on Lana Bell.

The Omega stood beside him, her delicate fingers tracing the edge of an ornate silver tool. Her scent—that cloying, sweet fragrance that seemed to intoxicate my mate—hung heavy in the air.

"These silver tools were meant for the Luna," I said, my voice steady despite the knot forming in my stomach. "They're heirlooms from your mother's collection."

Drew didn't even look up. "Lana needs them for the restoration work. These are delicate pieces that require precision."

I watched as he handed her another tool—a rare lunar-silver carving instrument that had been passed down through generations of Lunas. My fingers curled into fists at my sides.

"We have a meeting with the investors in thirty minutes," I reminded him, stepping closer. "The expansion of the commercial district depends on this deal."

"Reschedule it," Drew said dismissively, finally glancing up. His eyes held none of the warmth they once reserved for me. "Lana's work is more important right now."

I felt my wolf stir restlessly within me, a low growl building in my chest. Seven years of fighting side by side, of building this pack from nothing, and now he couldn't even spare me a moment of his attention.

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Later, I cornered him in his office, away from Lana's influence.

"What's happening to you?" I demanded, closing the door behind me. "You're neglecting the pack. The businesses. Everything we've built together."

Drew leaned against his desk, arms crossed. "I'm still handling pack matters."

"You're handling Lana," I shot back. "Nothing else seems to matter anymore."

Before he could respond, a soft knock interrupted us. Lana stood in the doorway, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But I need to speak with Alpha Drew."

"Go ahead," Drew said immediately, his entire demeanor softening.

Lana stepped into the room, her gaze darting between us. "I was just working on the restoration pieces when..." She paused, a tear sliding down her cheek. "When Luna Evelyn came by earlier and said I had no right to be using the Luna tools."

My jaw dropped. "That's not—"

"She said I was overstepping," Lana continued, her voice breaking. "That I should remember my place as an Omega."

I felt Drew's aura shift before I saw it—the crushing weight of his Alpha power filling the room. My wolf cowered instinctively.

"Is this true?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

"No! I never—"

"Enough!" Drew's Alpha tone slammed into me like a physical blow. "You will back off and let Lana do her work."

I staggered back, shocked by the force of his command. In seven years, he had never used his Alpha voice on me.

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Three days later, I was summoned to the pack treasury room. The moment I entered, I knew something was wrong. The air was thick with the scent of broken crystals and Lana's cloying perfume.

Lana stood in the center of the room, surrounded by shattered pieces of the sacred Moon Goddess crystals—ancient artifacts worth more than gold to our pack.

"I didn't do it," she cried, tears streaming down her face as Drew entered behind me. "She attacked me when I confronted her about the tools!"

Drew's eyes darkened as he surveyed the damage. The crystals—our pack's most precious treasures—lay in glittering shards across the floor.

"Evelyn," he growled, his voice barely human. "Explain this."

"I didn't touch her or the crystals," I said firmly, though my heart raced with dread. "This is a setup."

Lana clutched at Drew's arm. "She's lying! Look at her scent all over the room!"

I hadn't even noticed the faint trace of my scent among the wreckage—a nearly impossible feat considering I hadn't been in this room for weeks.

Drew's Alpha aura exploded outward, crushing me beneath its weight. My knees buckled as he grabbed my arm, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh.

"Guards!" he roared. "Take her to the dungeon!"

Two Delta warriors appeared instantly, seizing my arms. I struggled against them, but Drew's command held me immobile.

"Drew, please," I gasped as they dragged me away. "You know I wouldn't do this."

His eyes met mine for a brief moment—cold, unrecognizing, and filled with disgust.

"Lock her in the silver cell," he ordered. "No one speaks to her until I decide what to do with her."

The last thing I saw before they pulled me through the door was Lana's face—her tears gone, replaced by a triumphant smile that chilled me to my core.