His Rejected Luna's Vengeance

The drive back was suffocating. Kasen Ruiz, the Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, sat beside me, his broad frame filling the seat, his muscular shoulders tense. The silence between us was heavy, uncharacteristic for us. He broke it first, his voice low and accusing, laced with the subtle undertone of an alpha command that made my wolf shrink in submission.

“You ruined my chance to make things right with Juliet,” he said, his tone sharp, the words cutting through the air like a blade.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Juliet Payne, a Delta warrior in his pack, had been the center of his attention for months now, her strength and assertiveness a stark contrast to my frailty. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, a fragile echo of my own pain. I wanted to scream at him, to remind him that I was his mate, that he had promised me everything. But I stayed silent, my anger simmering beneath the surface.

My thoughts were interrupted by the soft ping of my phone. I glanced down to see a message from Ramona Robertson, the renowned healer and designer of ceremonial attire for the packs. Her words were gentle, as always, but they pierced my heart like a knife.

“Your wedding dress is finished,” the message read. Attached was a photo of the gown, pristine ivory with a train adorned with diamonds, symbols of eternal love. Tears stung my eyes as I stared at it. The dress was exquisite, a masterpiece fit for a Luna. But the thought of wearing it to marry Kasen now felt like a cruel joke.

I began typing a reply, my fingers trembling slightly. I would buy the dress, I decided, but I would keep it for myself. It was mine, after all, a reminder of what could have been—and what never would be.

Kasen’s voice cut through my thoughts, his tone casual, as if he hadn’t just accused me of ruining his life. “The wedding clothes are ready,” he said, holding up his phone to show me a picture of his custom tuxedo. “Let’s try them on soon.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I reached for the glove compartment, searching for something to distract myself. My fingers brushed against a small box, and I pulled it out, curiosity getting the better of me. Inside was a ring, its design intricate and unique.

Kasen’s expression shifted briefly, a flicker of something I couldn’t place—guilt, perhaps, or regret. But then he smiled, that charming smile that had once made my heart race, and took the ring from the box. He slipped it onto my finger, his touch gentle, his voice soft.

“I know I’ve been absent lately,” he said, his words honeyed, “but we’re meant to spend our lives together. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

The ring was beautiful, unlike anything I’d seen before. But as it settled on my finger, I realized it was too loose, not my size at all. I adjusted it slightly, my gaze catching on two engraved letters: L and Y. Kasen’s initials—and Juliet’s.

My stomach churned, a sickening wave of betrayal crashing over me. From the back of my mind, my wolf let out a low growl, her pain mingling with mine.

Then, the whispers began, voices from the crowd that seemed to echo in my ears.

“Seriously, did she think the ring was meant for her? It was custom-made for his sweetheart.”

“Taking what belongs to someone else’s love, how shameless.”

The words stung, but I held my head high. I had never taken Kasen’s love from anyone. He was the one who had claimed to love me, who had stood before the pack and vowed to be my mate. But now, as I sat beside him, the ring on my finger a cruel reminder of his betrayal, I knew the truth. His love had never been mine to begin with.