Alpha Abandons Dying Mate

The Silvermoon Pack house blazed with golden light, every window glowing like a beacon in the darkness. Music and laughter drifted across the manicured grounds, the sound of celebration that should have included me. Instead, I stood at the edge of the forest, a ghost watching the living dance.

My reflection in the car window showed me what I'd become—hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, skin pale as moonlight. The elegant black dress I'd chosen hung loose on my frame, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors I once wore. Even my scent had changed, Lyra's presence muted by the cancer eating me alive from within.

*Are you ready?* Lyra whispered, her voice stronger than it had been in months.

"I was born ready," I murmured, lifting the beautifully wrapped gift box from the passenger seat. The weight of it felt perfect in my hands—not heavy, but significant.

The pack house doors opened as I approached, warm light spilling across the stone steps. The first person to see me was Delta Marcus, whose wine glass slipped from his fingers and shattered against the marble floor. The crash silenced the nearest conversations, creating ripples of quiet that spread through the crowd like wildfire.

I walked through the entrance hall with measured steps, my heels clicking against the polished stone. Pack members pressed themselves against the walls, their faces painted with shock and something that looked disturbingly like fear. Whispers followed in my wake—*"Is that Luna Lucy?"* *"She looks..."* *"Where has she been?"*

The great hall stretched before me, decorated with silver and blue banners celebrating new life. At the far end, on the raised dais where I should have been standing, Nathaniel held court. His broad shoulders filled out his ceremonial jacket perfectly, his dark hair gleaming under the chandelier light. Beside him stood Margot Stewart, radiant in a flowing white gown, cradling a bundle of blankets that contained his son.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, and I watched the color drain from his face. His lips parted in what might have been my name, but no sound emerged. The baby in Margot's arms stirred, letting out a soft cry that seemed to echo in the sudden silence.

I continued forward, the sea of pack members parting before me like I carried some contagious disease. Maybe I did. Maybe betrayal was catching.

"Luna Lucy," Margot's voice rang out, sweet as poisoned honey. "What a... surprise. We thought—"

"You thought I was dead." I stopped at the base of the dais, looking up at the woman wearing my crown. "How disappointing for you that I'm not."

Margot's face went white, but she lifted her chin defiantly. "We were told you were missing. The Alpha searched—"

"Did he?" I smiled, feeling Lyra's savage satisfaction ripple through me. "How thorough of him to search while celebrating the birth of his heir."

Nathaniel stepped forward, his hand extended toward me. "Lucy, please. Let me explain—"

"Oh, there's nothing to explain." I held up the gift box, its silver ribbon catching the light. "I brought a present for the celebration. For your... what should I call her? Chosen mate seems too generous."

The crowd shifted restlessly, sensing the danger crackling in the air like electricity before a storm. Margot clutched the baby tighter, her knuckles white against the soft blankets.

"I thought long and hard about what would be appropriate," I continued, my voice carrying clearly through the hall. "What do you give to a woman who's taken everything that doesn't belong to her?"

I climbed the steps slowly, each movement deliberate. Nathaniel's Alpha aura pressed against me, but I was beyond caring about dominance games. The dying don't bow to anyone.

"Lucy," he warned, his voice rough with something that might have been panic.

I stopped directly in front of Margot, close enough to see the fear swimming in her eyes. Close enough to smell the lie on her skin—she reeked of desperation and guilt.

"Open it," I said, holding out the box.

Margot's hands shook as she shifted the baby to one arm, accepting the gift with obvious reluctance. The ribbon fell away with a whisper of silk, and she lifted the lid with trembling fingers.

Inside, nestled in tissue paper like precious jewelry, lay a leather collar and matching leash.

The gasp that went up from the crowd was audible, a collective intake of breath that seemed to suck all the oxygen from the room. Margot stared at the contents, her face cycling through confusion, understanding, and finally, horror.

"For the Alpha's new pet," I announced, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Since a chosen mate has no true claim to the Luna position. I thought she should have something that actually fits her status."

Margot dropped the box, its contents spilling across the dais floor. The baby began to cry, a thin wail that seemed to underscore the destruction spreading through the room like cracks in glass.

"How dare you—" she started, but I cut her off with a laugh that held no warmth.

"How dare I? How dare I return from the dead to reclaim what's mine?" I turned to face the crowd, my arms spread wide. "Tell me, how many of you felt my pain through the pack bond when I was dying? How many of you wondered why your Luna never came home?"

The silence was deafening.

Nathaniel's voice cracked like a whip: "Everyone out. Now."

The Alpha tone hit the crowd like a physical force, sending them scrambling for the exits. Within moments, only the three of us remained on the dais, the baby's cries echoing in the vast empty space.

Margot fled without a word, clutching her son and leaving the collar behind like evidence of her shame.

Then it was just us. Just Nathaniel and me, seven years of love and betrayal hanging between us like a blade.

He reached for me with trembling hands, his eyes bright with unshed tears. "Lucy, I swear to you, I never knew you were in danger. I would have come—"

"Would you?" I stepped back, letting his hands fall empty. "Because mates always feel each other's pain, Nathaniel. Unless they deliberately block the bond."

His face crumpled, and I knew I'd hit the mark. He'd closed himself off from me, shut out my agony so he could enjoy his celebration in peace.

"So tell me," I whispered, feeling Lyra's cold satisfaction flood through me, "how did my screams sound when you finally let them through?"