Alpha’s Betrayal, Luna’s Redemption

Dealing with someone like Jalen, indifference is the best approach.

The more heated he becomes, the less I should respond.

Jalen, with his fragile pride, tends to spiral into chaos when ignored, flailing like a desperate rogue.

The Silver Fang Pack’s beta, who’s been managing the gathering, finally steps in, using his alpha tone to firmly urge Jalen and Ariella to leave.

Surrounded by my pack sisters, I’m gently pulled back to my seat.

The event’s program is meant to be dazzling, but after everything that’s happened, I can’t seem to focus.

No matter how captivating the performances, my mind remains unsettled.

One of the girls beside me notices my distraction and tries to lighten the mood, pointing discreetly to a man seated by the waterfall.

“Sofia, look,” she whispers, her voice tinged with excitement. “That’s Reed Palmer, the Gamma hosting this gathering.”

I follow her gaze.

Reed’s features are calm, his presence understated yet commanding, much like the elegant handwriting on the invitation I received.

I’ve always been grateful to him for offering me a space of dignity when I became the pack’s omega.

I want to thank him in person, but I hesitate.

Our earlier confrontation must have been heard by everyone, including him.

I’m not sure where he stands in all of this.

The thought makes me shrink back, my courage wavering.

Yet, as I glance at him again, I can’t help but feel a flicker of hope—that perhaps, in this world of rigid hierarchies and betrayals, there’s still someone who values respect over power.