Forsaken Luna's Reclaimed Power

Leon Rivera’s face tightened at my words, his Alpha aura flickering with unease. I felt my energy drain away, my wolf whimpering faintly in the back of my mind. Whether it was out of pride, spite, or something deeper, Leon’s heart had strayed, and there was no going back.

I stopped questioning him and silently slid into the back seat of his car, closing my eyes to avoid the sight of the girly decorations that now filled the space. The air was thick with awkward tension, and Leon handed me a sandwich, his voice strained. “Eat something,” he said, his Alpha tone softening just enough to sound like a suggestion rather than a command.

My gaze drifted to where he stored the sandwich—a spot filled with cookies, candies, and even spicy snacks with a pungent smell. “Wow,” I remarked, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice. “It’s rare to see you loosen up your cleanliness standards, Alpha.”

For years, I’d been too busy to eat properly, always carrying bread or snacks with me. There was a time when I was so hungry my stomach cramped, leaving me trembling. I had barely managed to take out my only piece of bread when Leon snatched it and tossed it out the window. That day, he’d strictly warned me not to eat anything in his car, not even drink water. His Alpha tone had left no room for argument.

Now, it seemed, another woman was granted privileges I’d never been allowed. Those who are cherished are given endless freedom.

My cutting words darkened Leon’s expression, but I didn’t care. I turned my head away, closing my eyes and pretending to sleep.

As soon as we arrived at the pack office, I couldn’t wait to get out of the car. While Leon parked, I hurried ahead to the elevator, my Omega status making me invisible to the bustling crowd of Deltas and Gammas. I reached my desk first, greeted by a deluge of emails. I was so busy I barely had the chance to lift my head.

It’s not that I wanted to stay at the Silver Fang Pack. It’s just that I believe in finishing what I’ve started. I still had tasks to complete, and even if I planned to leave, it would have to wait until I wrapped up the work at hand.

Engrossed in my work, I didn’t realize it was already four in the afternoon. I hadn’t even ordered lunch, and it wasn’t until my stomach started to ache that I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. I quickly grabbed a cup of hot coffee and returned to my desk, eating a piece of bread while continuing my work.

Just then, the pack security guard came in, carrying two large bags of snacks, coffee, and cupcakes. “Alpha Leon ordered afternoon tea for everyone. Come and help yourselves,” he announced.

The room erupted into cheers, and a swarm of pack members surged forward. “Alpha Leon’s the best! Caramel macchiato’s my favorite!” someone exclaimed. “Oh, and no mango…”

“Well, you’re lucky to have anything. Beta Yasmin’s allergic to mangoes, don’t you know?” someone else added.

Everyone around me smirked knowingly, and some curious eyes turned my way. The new Omega intern, Stella, blurted out, “I heard Alpha Leon rejected his mate. Is he going to mark Beta Yasmin now? He’s spoiling her way too much!”

Someone quickly pulled her aside, whispering, “Keep it down, Amber’s right there.”

Stella’s face turned red with embarrassment.

Darwin, a seasoned Delta, placed a coffee and a piece of cake in front of me with a sheepish grin. “Young pups are just messing around. Don’t mind it.”

I pushed the spiced honey cake away. “Sorry, I’m allergic to honey. You have it.”

His face turned awkward.

Everyone knew about my honey allergy, especially since Leon had used the same tactic on me before. Back then, to show his affection, he would bring in my favorite vanilla cake for the pack and ban anything honey-related because of my allergy. He would even order lunch for everyone, making sure I ate while he watched over me.

Now, it’s just a different wolf enjoying that privilege. Because Yasmin is allergic to mango, the entire pack office is now mango-free.

The grand gestures he once made for me, he’s now making for someone else. The pack isn’t short on gossip; as many wolves who used to admire our mate bond are now invested in Leon and Yasmin’s story.

I don’t feel uncomfortable about it; my work is too demanding for me to waste energy on trivial matters.