After My Alpha Named His Omega Luna

The morning sun cast long shadows across the Pack House steps as I stood before the gathered crowd. My father's pendant hung heavy against my throat, its familiar weight grounding me in this moment of calculated chaos. Harrison arrived with his entourage—Mazie clinging to his arm like a trophy, Beta James flanking his left side, and Elder Marcus Stone bringing up the rear.

"Emma," Harrison called out, his voice carrying that false confidence I once admired. "I see you've come to your senses."

The crowd murmured, pack members and visitors alike shifting uncomfortably. Everyone knew what this was supposed to be—my surrender, my humiliation.

I smiled, the expression not reaching my eyes. "Actually, I've come to conduct business."

Harrison's brow furrowed. "Business?"

"Yes." I unfolded the document I'd posted last night, holding it up for all to see. "As stated here, I'm transferring territorial rights... through auction."

The word hung in the air like a thunderclap. Harrison's face drained of color.

"Auction?" he repeated, his voice suddenly hoarse.

"Open to all interested parties," I continued smoothly. "Rogue Kings, rival Alphas—anyone with the means to purchase prime territory."

Mazie's grip on Harrison's arm tightened visibly. "She can't do that!"

But I could. And they knew it.

Harrison stepped forward, his Alpha aura flaring desperately. "I forbid this auction!"

I tilted my head, studying him with newfound pity. "Forbid?"

"I command you, as Alpha of the Dark River Pack, to cease this farce immediately!" His Alpha tone reverberated through the square.

I waited, letting the moment stretch until confusion rippled through the crowd.

"You can't command me anymore, Harrison," I said quietly. "Not since you rejected me."

Realization dawned in his eyes—wide and panicked. Without the mate bond, his Alpha command held no power over me.

"Five hundred gold coins," I announced to the gathering crowd. "That's my opening bid."

Gasps rippled through the assembly. Five hundred gold coins was the traditional price of a slave—the lowest possible valuation of a human life in werewolf society.

"You're insulting us all," Harrison snarled.

"No," I replied calmly. "I'm establishing fair market value."

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Three hours later, Harrison paced the Alpha's office like a caged animal. The auction had drawn interest from three Rogue Kings and two rival Alphas. Each bid had driven him closer to the edge.

"Six thousand gold," he finally snapped. "Plus the northern hunting grounds and access to the river basin."

I sipped my tea, watching him unravel. "Those are pack resources, Harrison. Not yours to give."

"They're mine to protect!" he shouted, slamming his fist on the desk. "Name your price!"

I set down my cup with deliberate care. "Ten thousand gold. The eastern forest. And public acknowledgment of your... strategic shortcomings."

His face contorted with rage. "You want me to admit weakness before the Lycan Council?"

"I want you to tell the truth," I replied. "Or pay the price of pride."

Mazie burst into the room, her face flushed with anger. "We won't do it! Let the Rogues take everything!"

But Harrison knew better. A Rogue King with legitimate claim to our territory could enslave the entire pack. The Lycan Council would uphold such a claim, leaving everyone—including Mazie—at the mercy of men who made Harrison look like a saint.

"Done," he growled, the word like glass in his mouth.

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While Harrison scrambled to liquidate pack assets, I slipped through the shadows toward his private study. The guards were occupied with processing the resource transfer—my distraction working perfectly.

The door creaked softly as I pushed it open. Inside, leather-bound books and ancient scrolls lined the walls—the trappings of an Alpha who wanted to appear learned. But I wasn't here for showpieces.

I moved directly to his desk, my fingers tracing the underside until I found the hidden latch. A small drawer popped open, revealing a stack of letters tied with black ribbon.

My hands trembled slightly as I untied the bundle. The first letter bore the seal of the Black Claw Rogue Pack—one of the most brutal bands in the territory.

"Payment received," I read silently. "The attack will proceed as planned. You'll have your glory, Alpha Perry."

Letter after letter confirmed what I'd suspected. Harrison had orchestrated attacks on our borders—staging heroic defenses that earned him admiration while weakening our neighbors.

I quickly photographed each letter with my phone before returning them to their hiding place. As I slipped out of the study, I heard footsteps approaching.

"—can't believe she outmaneuvered us again," Mazie's voice drifted down the hallway.

"She won't win," Harrison replied grimly. "I've already sent word to the Lycan Council. They'll rule in our favor."

I froze, my heart pounding. The Lycan Council—the highest authority in werewolf society. If they ruled against me...

No. I wouldn't let that happen.

With the evidence secured and a new threat emerging, I knew exactly what my next move would be.