His Rejected Luna's Vengeance

Juliet stepped into the room, her cheeks streaked with tears, her posture trembling with fragility. She approached me with a hesitant bow, her head lowered in a gesture of submission that was almost too perfect. Her scent—rosemary, sharp and poignant—filled the space, a reminder of her presence in Kasen’s life.

“I’m sorry, Charlotte,” she said, her voice quivering with a fragility that felt rehearsed. “I shouldn’t have taken so much of Beta Kasen’s time. There’s nothing between us, truly.”

Her words were smooth, practiced, but her eyes flickered to Kasen for a fleeting moment, a silent plea for validation. When she turned back to me, her eyes were wide, brimming with tears, her sincerity almost convincing.

“I’m inexperienced, and Beta Kasen only felt sorry for me. He spent Thanksgiving with me out of pity. Please don’t be upset with him because of me.”

She wore a Victorian-style dress, the kind that made her look delicate and out of place in the modern world of our pack. It felt like a performance, her attempt to seek forgiveness while subtly staking her claim.

The live comments on the screen beside me exploded with reactions.

“Why is she inserting herself between the Beta and his mate? Can’t she see she’s the problem?”

“He’s been supporting her for months. Isn’t that enough?”

Watching Juliet’s pitiful attempt to leave, Kasen’s composure cracked—a rare sight. My memories of him were of a man always in control, his alpha aura steady and commanding. The last time I saw him this unraveled was when I was rushed to the pack hospital for my heart condition. Back then, he was a mess, his eyes bloodshot, his voice breaking as he stayed by my side for three days and nights. When I finally woke up, he knelt beside me, his voice thick with relief as he vowed to always protect me.

So why was he implying he was being pressured now?

Now, the man who once focused solely on me was holding another girl’s hand, his voice heavy with resignation.

“Charlotte, I’m tired,” he said, his alpha tone softer than usual, but still carrying the weight of his rank. “Juliet reminded me of who I used to be. I just wanted to help her.”

His words stung, but it was the way he looked at her—protective, almost affectionate—that cut deeper.

“Please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Juliet’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her posture shrinking as if she were a wounded omega seeking refuge. But there was a glint of something else in her gaze—a subtle triumph that made my wolf growl softly in the back of my mind.

*He’s falling for her act,* my wolf whispered, her voice laced with bitterness. *Don’t let her win.*

But as I stood there, feeling the weight of Kasen’s words and the weight of my own frailty, I couldn’t help but wonder if she already had.