Alpha's Rejected Luna-Betrayed by the Mate Who Chose Power Over Love

I gasped, barely able to stand as the rogue’s claws slashed my side. Blood poured out, but my focus was only on one thing.

“Please, Ronan.” I choked, my own blood filling my throat. “I need you... I need you here—now!”

But Ronan, my mate and my Alpha, didn’t come. He was already too far gone, planning to conquer the next territory with Elara, the she wolf he cared more than me. His absence was worse than death.

“You’ve got her now,” he said through the mind link, his voice cold. “We’re moving forward. You’ll heal. You’re weak—Elara’s strength is what I need.”

Then I heard his moan—full of raw desire. It wasn’t hard to imagine what he was doing, holding his mistress in his arms. He’s my mate. If they were together, I would feel it, my wolf would feel it, too.

The pain of betrayal coursed through me, freezing my blood. The break in our bond felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside.

“You’ve always been a problem. A big one. It’s time you act like a Luna.” Alpha Ronan’s cold voice echoed in my mind before he severed the connection between us.

That was it. She wanted power. He wanted her. I was nothing.

The rogue struck again. I collapsed, barely conscious, my hands slipping in the growing pool of blood. “Fight back, damn it!” I whispered to myself, struggling to breathe.

But he wasn’t there to fight with me. I was loyal to him.

When I finally dragged myself away, my heart shattered in ways I couldn’t describe. And then the bitter truth hit: “Seven years, Ronan,” I whispered through tears and blood. “Seven years of loving you, and I got nothing. Nothing but a dead pup, nothing but a broken heart.”

That night, I begged him to hold me. To comfort me. He didn’t. He was too busy with Elara, his mistress.

The truth sank in. “You didn’t want me. You never did.”

No she-wolf forgets the pain of losing a pup. No living thing can erase that agony. And me? I’ve cried, wailed, done everything to save my pup from the rogue's attack—or rather, my seven years of bond with my mate.

In those years, I was invisible, a ghost, lower than even an Omega in his eyes...

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I wish I could say it ended there. It didn’t. From the snowy mountains to the deserted rivers, only Elara’s laughter was heard.

“The Alpha loves his Beta so much, they’re perfect together,” the whispers would say.

Nothing went unnoticed in the pack. Even when Ronan spent nights under the moon, howling for Elara, Elara taking my place as Luna—no elder could stop Ronan from leading as he pleased, disrespecting me.

I swallowed it all until I saw Elara, wearing the fur clothes I begged Ronan for five years ago, the same colour I cried for.

“Ronan, the pack has some new developments. What do you think of Aztec?” She strolled into our chamber, not sparing me a glance. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“A very good ally,” Ronan nodded. Had there ever been a time he disagreed with her? I stumbled back when I saw something glitter on Elara’s hand.

“Maybe he can give a portion of Ironhowl...” She moved closer to him, her fingers brushing Ronan’s. That’s when I saw it.

She was wearing the bracelet I’d spent nights crafting while in pain from the rogue’s attack, making sure every moonstone aligned.

“Why is she wearing it?”

The words escaped me before I could stop them. I shook, unable to believe this.

Ronan leaned back in his chair, unbothered. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I snapped, closing in on them. “The bracelet I made for you. Why is she wearing it?”

He glanced at Elara, then back at me, calm as ever. “It’s just a bracelet, Luna. Don’t make a scene.”

I stumbled back as Elara moved closer, her words were meant to kill me. “Seven years, and you still don’t get it, do you? Ronan will never choose you. Not now, not ever.”

She snatched the bracelet from her wrist, tossing it aside with a dry laugh “This? It was a joke, just like your love for him. I never needed it, never wanted it.”

I froze, her words were. “You’re not strong enough, Luna. He never wanted a weakling like you. I’m everything he needs.”

I could barely breathe, but I couldn’t look away. Ronan leaned against the wall, his eyes had no life, watching with satisfaction, his indifference killing me softly.

And that was it. I knew from that moment onward, I wouldn’t make a scene again. Not about Elara, not about him, not about my shattered life or the pup I couldn’t save. None of it.