Alpha's Betrayed Luna

Leonel returned to our den long after the moon had risen, the faint scent of moon berries clinging to his clothes. He’d been at the Lycan Princess’s gathering again, though he hadn’t invited me. I was already in bed, curled into myself, the weight of the day pressing down on me like a stone. It was the first time in five years I hadn’t waited up for him.

His arms slid around me, his body warmth seeping through the thin fabric of my nightgown. “Emilia,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “what’s wrong? Did something happen today?”

That single word, my name, broke the dam I’d been desperately holding back. Tears spilled over, and I clung to him, my sobs muffled against his chest. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, a quiet echo of my pain.

Leonel held me, his hands gentle but firm. “Talk to me,” he said, his tone softening. “Who upset you? Tell me, and I’ll deal with it.”

I shook my head, unable to speak. Who else could it be? It was him, the Alpha I’d given everything to, the one who now barely seemed to see me. My tears soaked into his shirt, but he didn’t pull away.

Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under, and I drifted into a restless sleep.

In my dream, I was back at the beginning, when Leonel and I first met. I was just an Omega, newly assigned to the Blue Moon Pack, and he was the future Alpha, born into the once-powerful Powell family. Even then, he was dazzling—tall, broad-shouldered, with an aura that commanded respect. His wolf was as dominant as he was, though I never saw it. Everyone in the pack looked up to him, and countless she-wolves vied for his attention.

I was no one. An orphan, an Omega, with no family or status to speak of.

But Leonel didn’t seem to care about rank back then. One night, as I was returning from gathering herbs for the pack’s Healers, a group of rogues cornered me. I was terrified, my wolf cowering in fear, when Leonel appeared. He didn’t hesitate—he stepped in, his alpha aura radiating power, and drove them off. He didn’t say much, just asked if I was okay, but that moment changed everything for me.

From then on, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I knew our paths shouldn’t have crossed—he was destined for greatness, and I was just an Omega. But fate had other plans.

Then came the fall of the Powell Pack. Leonel’s family lost everything—their status, their wealth, their influence. Overnight, he went from being the future Alpha to a pariah, shunned by the very packs that had once revered him. But I didn’t care. I stood by him, working multiple roles within the pack to help him rebuild. I gave him everything—my time, my strength, my love.

For a while, it felt like we were equals. We shared a small den, rationed food, and struggled together. I even donated blood five times—despite my anemia—to earn enough pack credits to buy him a gift for his first birthday after the fall. It was a rare artifact, something I thought would remind him of his strength, of who he was.

I’d believed in him. In us.

But now, as I lay in his arms, the truth was harder to ignore. He was Alpha again, and I was still just an Omega. And tonight, at the Lycan Princess’s gathering, he hadn’t even acknowledged me. I’d been there, serving drinks, and he’d looked right through me.

“We survived those hard times,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice barely audible. “Why can’t you trust me now?”

Leonel didn’t answer. His breathing was steady, his body warm against mine, but I wasn’t sure if he’d even heard me. Or if he cared.