He Rejected Me for a Weak Omega Luna

The notification chimed on my phone, cutting through the silence of my room. I'd been hiding away since the confrontation with Parker's parents, my body still trembling with rage at their proposal.

"It's starting," Byron's text read. "They're going live."

I knew what "it" was. Parker and Ariana had announced a formal address to neighboring packs—a livestream on the werewolf social network that connected all the packs in the region.

With shaking hands, I opened the app. The screen filled with Parker's face, his expression solemn and rehearsed. Ariana sat beside him, her delicate features arranged in a perfect mask of vulnerability.

"Today marks a new chapter for the Silverclaw Pack," Parker began, his voice carrying the weight of Alpha authority. "As many of you know, yesterday's Mating Ceremony brought unexpected challenges."

The camera panned to show they were broadcasting from the Silverclaw Pack house, surrounded by pack members who nodded along with Parker's words.

"The Moon Goddess presented us with... a situation," he continued, his eyes flicking briefly to Ariana. "A mate bond that would have been disastrous for our pack."

I clutched my phone tighter, my wolf growling within me. *Lies. All lies.*

"Sloan Henderson," Parker said, my name falling from his lips like poison, "has been unstable for years. Many of you have heard rumors of her erratic behavior."

Ariana leaned forward, her voice soft but carrying. "I've tried to be her friend. I've seen her wolf—it's feral, uncontrollable."

My breath caught. They were systematically destroying my reputation in front of every pack in the region.

"Sloan is wolfless," Parker announced, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that somehow carried through the speakers. "She can't control her inner wolf. The Henderson bloodline has weakened."

"That's why we've made the difficult decision to follow our hearts instead of an outdated tradition," Ariana added, reaching for Parker's hand. "We're victims of the Moon Goddess's cruel joke."

I hurled my phone across the room, where it hit the wall with a satisfying crack. But I could still hear their voices—the lies spreading like wildfire through our community.

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I found myself in the common room an hour later, drawn by the crowd gathered around the large screen. Every wolf in the pack was watching the livestream, their expressions ranging from shock to pity to disgust as they looked at me.

"—and we ask for your support during this transition," Parker was saying. "The Silverclaw Pack remains strong despite this... unfortunate situation."

I turned to leave when Byron's voice cut through the murmurs.

"That's enough!"

The crowd parted as Byron strode forward, his usual quiet demeanor replaced by righteous anger. Before anyone could stop him, he stepped into the frame of the camera.

"Tell them the truth," he demanded, looking directly at Parker. "Tell them about Ariana's 'weak wolf' condition that mysteriously disappears when you're not watching."

Parker's face darkened. "How dare you—"

"How dare I what?" Byron's voice rose. "How dare I speak the truth? How dare I defend someone who actually deserves it?"

Ariana's hand flew to her chest, her eyes wide with practiced fear. "Parker, my heart—"

"Sloan is the strongest wolf I know," Byron continued, ignoring her performance. "She's more Alpha than you'll ever be, Parker. You're just a fool blinded by a manipulator."

The room fell silent. Even through the screen, I could see Parker's aura flaring with rage.

"You forget your place, Delta," Parker snarled.

"My place is standing up for what's right," Byron replied, his voice steady despite the danger he was in.

Ariana suddenly collapsed, clutching her chest. "I can't breathe!" she gasped. "The stress—my condition!"

Parker's eyes flashed dangerously. "You've done this," he growled at Byron. "You've endangered her with your aggression!"

Before anyone could react, Parker lunged forward—not as a man, but as a massive silver wolf. The transformation was so rapid I barely had time to scream.

"Byron!"

The camera jerked wildly as chaos erupted. I heard snarls and shouts as Parker's wolf form crashed into Byron's body.

"Stop!" I screamed, pushing through the crowd toward the screen.

But it was too late. Parker's jaws had already closed around Byron's ribs. The sickening crack of bones echoed through the speakers as Byron's body crumpled.

"Byron!" I screamed again, my voice breaking as I watched my friend's blood spill across the floor.

Parker's wolf eyes found the camera, yellow and merciless. "This is what happens to those who challenge me."

Two Silverclaw warriors appeared on screen, grabbing Byron's limp form and dragging him away.

"Let me go to him!" I shouted, trying to push past the guards who had suddenly appeared at the door.

But strong hands held me back as my best friend's blood stained the floor of the Silverclaw Pack house.

"Byron!" I screamed one last time, my voice raw with grief and rage.

My wolf howled within me, a sound of pure anguish that promised retribution. *They will pay for this. They will all pay.*