Alpha’s Betrayal, Luna’s Redemption

My face paled as I stared at Jalen, shocked that he would use my deepest pain against me. The secret I had guarded so carefully was now laid bare in front of everyone. My claws flexed involuntarily, the sharp tips pressing into my palms as I struggled to contain the surge of anger coursing through me.

I had already sacrificed so much for Jalen. He had no right to stand there and judge me. Slowly, I rose from my seat and walked over to where Jalen and Ariella stood, my expression cold and unyielding as I faced him. The faint scent of rosemary—my wolf’s favorite—drifted between us, a reminder of the bond we once shared.

"Jalen," I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me, "if you’re so concerned with propriety, then I suggest you practice what you preach. Mind your words when speaking to others."

The calm facade on Jalen’s face cracked, his eyes narrowing as a warning flashed in them. But I didn’t give him a chance to interrupt.

"Alpha Jalen," I continued, emphasizing his title with a hint of mockery, "there are two things I need to remind you of."

"First, I have no ties to the Blue Moon Pack, and my relationship with Ariella is nothing more than superficial. Don’t assume I’ll continue to tolerate your disrespect."

"Second, since you seem to dismiss the value of the healing herbs I’ve provided, I’ll no longer supply them to your pack for free."

I made sure to stress the word "free," knowing how much it would wound Jalen’s pride. His eyes darted around the room, gauging the reactions of those around us. Desperate to save face, he turned red and shouted at me, "A few plants? You think anyone cares? I don’t need your handouts!"

I smiled, unfazed. "In that case, I’ll compile a detailed account of the costs for the herbs your pack has received over the years. I’ll send the invoice to you soon, Alpha Jalen. I trust you’ll settle the debt promptly."

The room fell silent, the weight of my words hanging in the air. I turned and walked away, leaving Jalen to stew in his humiliation. My wolf, Nyx, stirred within me, a low growl of satisfaction echoing in my mind. For the first time in years, I felt a sliver of control over my own life.