Hey, Alpha! Our Destiny Was a Scam!

The tension between us was palpable. Darius leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold and calculating, as if this situation was beneath him. We were locked in a silent, hostile standoff, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. His expression was unreadable, and the longer the silence stretched, the harder it became to suppress my rising anger.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice as icy as his gaze. "It’s just food, Lyanna. What are you fussing about?"

I clenched my fists, glaring at him. "I wonder why," I shot back, sarcasm dripping from my words.

He clicked his tongue in irritation, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk. "I have a business trip coming up," he said, dismissively. "I don’t have time to humor your antics. If you want to starve, then so be it."

A bitter laugh threatened to escape, but I held it back. I did ask him to cut the act. Back then, I would have done anything at this point to ease his anger. I wouldn't be doing that anymore.

I turned on my heel, ready to leave, but his voice stopped me cold.

"The Luna’s crowning ceremony will be held when I return from the trip," he said, his tone indifferent. "You’ll organize it. There will be guests from other packs, so make sure everything is perfect."

I froze. My heart pounded in my chest as his words sunk in. He wanted me to arrange someone's ceremony. Their wedding, the mating ceremony, the moment when Vera would officially become Luna? He wanted me to handle it all like some loyal servant.

I gritted my teeth, barely keeping the fury from boiling over. Without another word, I stormed out of his office, the door slamming shut behind me. The audacity! How could anyone be this shameless?

“Damn, fool!”

I cursed myself as I hurried back to the east wing, each step fueling my anger. Many others could handle the arrangements—people who actually belonged in this pack. But no, he insisted that I do it. How would he expect his subordinates to help me set everything when I'm the object of their scorn?

I stopped in the hallway, slapping my cheeks lightly, trying to clear my head. Of course, this was Darius I was dealing with. He was expecting I'd handle it by myself.

But maybe I could use this to my advantage.

The week flew by in a haze of preparations, demands from Vera, and sleepless nights. Every time I thought I had things ready, she’d demand changes. But I gritted my teeth and kept going, knowing that this was my only chance.

Then the rogues came. I thought I lost it, but an opportunity presented itself that I never expected.

Sinister howls echoed through the forest, followed by the blaring siren. Panic surged through the packhouse as warriors clashed with the invaders, trying to protect the pack from the vicious attack. I had just returned from the temple, my arms full of supplies, when the chaos erupted. I sprinted toward the packhouse with the others, only to find the doors locked.

Vera’s doing, no doubt. She boasted about her strength in many ways but she always ran first in actual fights.

Panic gripped me as I ran around the side of the house, heading for the back door near the kitchen. But that, too, was locked. My heart raced, fear clawing at my throat as I stood there, helpless. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him—a rogue, eyes wild, teeth bared.

I wasn’t a fighter. I’d never been one. But in that moment, survival kicked in. I dodged his attacks, my breath coming in sharp as I ran, desperate to get away. But he cornered me, backing me up against a tree in the middle of the battlefield. My heart pounded in my chest as I braced myself for the end.

Then a familiar howl cut through the chaos. Darius was back.

Our eyes locked across the battlefield. I silently begged him for help, my heart aching with the need for him to save me. But then, a scream rang out from inside the packhouse, and without hesitation, Darius turned and ran inside.

My heart sank. I knew he was repulsed by having a half-breed like me as his mate, but he could've at least tried to save me for once.

Still, their arrival distracted the rogue. So, I seized the moment and grabbed a nearby rock and smashed it against his head with all the strength I could muster. My breath came in ragged gasps as I stood there, trembling, taking in the carnage around me.

And then I did something I never thought I’d do.

I ran.

I ran into the forest, away from the pack, away from Darius, away from everything I’d ever known.

Screw him and everything.