Her Alpha's Ultimate Betrayal

Perhaps it was the guilt weighing on her conscience that made Wrenlee Cooper, the Luna of the pack, such a light sleeper. Normally, only my mother, Reyna Gordon, would stay by her side during the night.

When I appeared before my mother, covered in blood, she was stunned.

"Arjun Willis is dead," I said urgently, my voice barely above a whisper. "There’s been an attack. We need to inform the Luna immediately."

She didn’t expect it to be this serious and hurried into the room to wake Wrenlee. I followed closely behind, and before the Luna could fully comprehend what was happening, I slashed her chest with my claws.

My mother froze, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at me, unable to speak.

"They killed Alayah," I said, my voice trembling with rage and grief. "They deserved this."

Tears streamed down my face as I thought of my sister’s lifeless body, the image seared into my mind.

"You knew it wasn’t Alayah’s fault," I accused, my voice breaking. "Yet you still sided with her. You were complicit in her death!"

My mother opened her mouth, but no words came out. I clenched my bloody claws tightly.

"You can call the pack warriors now," I said coldly. "Let them execute me on the spot. I won’t resist."

She hesitated, her face a mixture of fear and anguish, before finally whispering, "Go."

Her urgency surprised me. "Did anyone see you on your way here?" she asked quickly. "Let me help you clean up. Tonight, nothing happened. I saw nothing."

As she led me away, her hands trembling, I could hear the distant shouts of the pack warriors. I knew there was no escape.

I pushed my mother away, her expression one of shock, and before she could stop me, I slashed my own chest with my claws.

With the last of my strength, I shouted, "There’s been an attack! Protect the Luna!"

Then, everything went dark.

My spirit hovered above, watching as the warriors comforted my mother, who cradled my lifeless body and wept uncontrollably.

I was satisfied with this life, at least it ended more heroically than the last. I hadn’t failed my mother’s teachings, and I hadn’t forgotten my sister’s vengeance.