Becoming the Luna of my First Love's Rival

Adrianna’s POV

By sunset, everything was done. Every hostel. Every property. Every single document.

All transferred under Alpha Cyrus’s name.

He stared at the papers like a child who had just been handed the world. His hands trembled as he flipped through the pages again and again, as if afraid the words might disappear if he blinked.

“You really trust me this much?” he asked, eyes gleaming.

I smiled faintly. “You’re my Alpha.”

He stood up abruptly and stepped closer, excitement written all over his face. His hand reached for my waist, his breath warm against my cheek.

I turned my head and coughed deliberately, pressing a hand to my chest. “I think I caught a cold,” I said softly. “My throat hurts.”

His expression faltered for a split second. Then he stepped back.

“Rest,” he said distractedly. “Don’t overwork yourself.”

He didn’t insist. Of course he didn’t.

The moment I left his office, his attention had already shifted elsewhere.

That same night, I went to the hospital. Alone.

The white ceiling lights burned my eyes as I lay on the bed, my fingers clutching the thin sheets. The doctor spoke calmly, explaining procedures and risks, but I barely heard him.

I placed my hand over my stomach.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

This child deserved better than a father like Alpha Cyrus. Better than a life meant to be harvested.

And that was it. I aborted the baby. Alpha Cyrus’s last hope.

When it was over, I felt hollow. Empty. But alive.

When I returned to the packhouse, the halls were noisy. Servants rushed back and forth, whispering urgently.

“Lady Abigail isn’t feeling well again,” one maid said as she passed me.

Alpha Cyrus’s voice echoed from down the corridor. “Where is the doctor? Why is he late?”

He didn’t ask where I had been. He didn’t notice my pale face or the way my steps faltered.

I went straight to my room and slept without dreaming.

The next morning, the pack was in chaos.

Phones rang nonstop. Elders gathered in hushed groups. Warriors stood guard around the estate like something was about to explode.

I overheard it as I passed the study.

“All investors have been called in.”

“They had to vote.”

“There will be a CEO replacement.”

I stopped walking. So it had begun.

Alpha Cyrus stormed through the hallway moments later, his expression blazing with excitement rather than worry.

“This is it,” he said loudly, speaking to anyone who would listen. “This is my chance. I’ll finally take that position and surpass Alpha Valentin.”

Abigail clung to his arm, smiling brightly. “Of course you will. You deserve it.”

I leaned against the wall and watched them pass.

I smirked. They had no idea. Moonlight Pack’s original company had been established long before Alpha Cyrus’s reign. Over the years, shares were sold, transferred, and divided among silent investors.

Fifteen percent. That was how much I owned. It was all the money I got from the hostels.

Enough to tip the balance. Enough to decide who sat at the top.

I stepped away quietly and went to my room. Once the door closed behind me, I took out my phone and dialed a familiar number.

Alpha Valentin answered on the second ring.

“It’s done,” I said calmly. “The hostels are all under his name now.”

A low chuckle sounded from the other end. “Good. He took the bait faster than I expected.”

“There’s a board meeting today,” I continued. “CEO replacement vote.”

“I know,” he replied. “I arranged the conflict you asked for. Investors panicked. They always do.”

I leaned back on the bed. “Send someone to attend the meeting for me.”

There was a pause.

“And your vote?” he asked.

I smiled. “Have them vote Alpha Cyrus as CEO.”

Silence. Then a sharp laugh. “You’re cruel.”

“No,” I corrected. “Not as cruel as him.”

The meeting took place in the city. I stayed in the packhouse.

From the balcony, I could hear Alpha Cyrus pacing below, barking orders into his phone.

“They can’t do this without me!” he snapped. “I own the hostels now. I’ve expanded the business. This position is mine!”

Abigail tried to soothe him. “Calm down, Alpha. They’ll see reason.”

I turned away and closed the balcony doors.

In my past life, this was where everything fell apart.

The hostels collapsed first. Then lawsuits followed. Investors withdrew. Debt piled up faster than anyone could control. It was my downfall, but now that Alpba Cyrus owned it, he would take the downfall for me.

This time, I was watching it happen from the shadows.

A knock sounded at my door.

“Luna Adrianna,” a maid said hesitantly. “Alpha Cyrus wants you downstairs.”

I followed her.

Alpha Cyrus stood in the living room, phone pressed to his ear, his face flushed red.

“What do you mean the votes are locked?” he shouted. “I’m the largest stakeholder now!”

He hung up violently and turned toward me.

“They’re trying to undermine me,” he said. “But it won’t work. I’ll be CEO by tonight.”

I nodded gently. “Of course.”

Abigail smiled at me, her hand resting proudly on her stomach. “You’ll see, Adrianna. Alpha Cyrus will soon be above Alpha Valentin.”

I lowered my gaze respectfully.

Inside, I laughed. Hours later, the call came.

Alpha Cyrus answered it himself. His expression slowly shifted. Be happy for now, Alpha.

“What?” he barked. “Say that again.”

The room fell silent. I watched his grip tighten around the phone.

“…unanimous vote?” he muttered.

Abigail stepped closer. “What happened?”

Alpha Cyrus didn’t answer immediately.

“They voted,” he said slowly. “The board approved me as CEO.”

Abigail clapped excitedly. “I knew it!”

Servants cheered quietly. Clare smiled in satisfaction.

I bowed my head.

Congratulations, Alpha. Enjoy it.

Because being CEO was not a reward.

It was a death sentence.

That night, Alpha Cyrus celebrated. Wine flowed freely. Abigail was pampered, praised, adored.

No one noticed me slipping back into my room.

I locked the door and sat on the bed, my hand resting over my now-empty womb.

“It’s started,” I whispered.

Moonlight Pack’s downfall had officially begun.

And this time—I would watch every second of it.