Luna's Revenge: Banish My Disloyal Alpha

The next day was a whirlwind of responsibilities. As the Luna, my duties to the pack consumed much of my time and energy. After our morning meeting concluded, I received a mind link from Roan, his voice carrying a hint of irritation.

"Lori, why didn't you wake me up? You left early without telling me, and now I've overslept."

A familiar pang of frustration flared within me. Since our mating, I had devoted myself entirely to him, catering to his every need. Each morning, I carefully laid out his clothes, prepared breakfast with affection, and gently woke him, ensuring his day began smoothly. It had become a routine, one I meticulously maintained. Yet, his tone now betrayed an unsettling truth: he had come to see my acts of love as mere duties, obligations I was expected to fulfill without question.

I took a deep breath, the weight of my realization settling over me. I was not his caretaker—I was his Luna. I had every right to refuse his unreasonable demands.

"Well, since you’re running late, you'd better get up soon," I replied, a subtle edge in my voice.

"What am I going to wear today?" He asked as if choosing his clothes was foreign to him.

"Just pick something from the closet, Alpha. Everything you need is there," I responded, my patience wearing thin.

"But I can't find it..." he began, his voice trailing off into the familiar whine of dependency.

An Omega nearby called for me, and I seized the opportunity to escape the conversation. "I have other matters to attend to. You’ll have to manage on your own," I said, turning away from the ridiculous conversation.

Barely moments later, my mate's voice pierced through the mind link once again. "The shirts are wrinkled! You didn't iron them? How am I supposed to attend a meeting like this?"

And then, predictably, came the complaint about breakfast. "You didn't prepare anything to eat!"

As his words echoed in my mind, the full weight of my choices pressed down on me. I had given up my wolf, my essence, to be with Roan. I had envisioned a future filled with love, pups, and leadership with him. But now, those dreams seemed foolish, naïve. Staying with him had lost its appeal, leaving me feeling empty.

Desperate for peace, I left the pack house and wandered to a nearby town. There, I found refuge in an inn that catered exclusively to she-wolves. It was a sanctuary, a place where I could momentarily escape the crushing weight of my regrets.

As I lay on the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling, memories flooded my mind. I reflected on the past, each regret a painful reminder of what I had sacrificed. Amidst my reverie, a mind link broke through my thoughts.

"My daughter..." It was my mother's voice, the Moon Goddess, filled with the familiar blend of love and concern. She had always been my guiding light, warning me, and advising me. And yet, here I was, steeped in remorse and sorrow.

Her voice was a balm to my wounded spirit, a reminder that despite my mistakes, I was not alone. But it also served as a stark reminder of the price I had paid for my choices, a burden I would carry with me always...

Flashback

It was my 18th birthday, a monumental occasion for every wolf of our kind.

"Are you excited to find out who your mate is?" asked my mother, the Moon Goddess, her eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and concern.

"Yes, Mom! Can you show me?" My heart raced with anticipation as I waited for the revelation.

The Moon Goddess possessed a mystical orb that revealed one's destined mate. As the image materialized, I saw him—Alpha Roan of the Golden Moon Pack, from Bellflower Town. His strong, commanding presence filled the orb. My heart soared. But then I noticed my mother's expression shift, her smile fading into worry.

"Your mate…" She began, her voice tinged with hesitation.

"What is it, Mom?" I asked, my curiosity grew into a knot of anxiety.

Her gaze softened, filled with maternal concern. "He is cursed. His bloodline bears a curse that has plagued them for generations. This curse was placed by a wolfless woman, wronged by his ancestor, who was friends with a powerful witch. It's a dangerous fate, Lori."

My mind raced, trying to grasp the gravity of her words. "What kind of curse, Mom? What happened?"

With a deep sigh, she continued, "Many years ago, an Alpha from Roan's lineage cruelly rejected his wolfless mate. He looked down upon her being wolfless. He played with her emotions, bullied her relentlessly, and even drove her to abort their unborn child. In her despair and fury, she turned to her friend—the most powerful witch of that time. Together, they cursed his bloodline. Every Alpha would bear the burden of making their mates wolfless. If you choose to be with Alpha Roan, you will lose your wolf. Your wolf will never wake up."

I felt a pang of sorrow at her words. But one glance at the orb, and I saw more than a curse. I saw the man I had loved long before I knew he was my mate.

"But..." I stammered, my resolve wavering. Despite the gravity of the curse, my love for Roan shone brighter. "Mom, I don't care anymore. I'm so sorry, but I will choose my mate!"

My mother’s eyes widened, pleading for me to reconsider. "Are you sure about that? Think carefully, my daughter. Won't you regret losing your wolf? Your essence, your spirit?"

I took a deep breath, the weight of my decision settling over me. "But, Mom, choosing my wolf means turning away from my fated mate. I choose Alpha Roan."

End of Flashback

A sense of regret washed over me. The choice I made out of love now seemed like a distant echo, reverberating with the wisdom I had not yet possessed. I had embraced my mate, only to realize too late the profound loss that came with that choice.

Before I knew it, the world outside the window had faded into darkness. I remained silent, not answering my mother's mind link. I couldn’t face her, not after the choices I had made. The weight of my regrets hung heavy, and I let the silence of the inn envelop me.

Lost in my thoughts, Roan's mind link abruptly intruded, his voice laced with impatience. "Why aren't you home yet? Where's dinner?"

The mere thought of returning to him filled me with a deep, unsettling revulsion. I had chosen to stay at the inn, savoring the quiet that was a stark contrast to the chaos I had left behind.

If only. If only I had heeded my mother’s warnings—the wisdom of the Moon Goddess. I might have been the Lunar Princess, radiating power and grace, rather than this pitiful Luna, subjugated by a faithless Alpha.

"I had something urgent to take care of," I lied, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Let the maids cook dinner tonight."

Roan's surprise was palpable. "What?" he exclaimed.

In the past, the very idea of eating food prepared by the maids was beneath him. I had been the one to cater to his every meal, meticulously preparing breakfast, lunch, and dinner. My devotion had been total, unquestioning.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, my tone laced with a hint of challenge.

There was a pause before he responded, his voice softer, uncertain. "No. Just... take care of yourself."

"Thank you," I replied flatly, the words devoid of warmth.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable. Then Roan's voice broke through again, hesitant and searching. "Lori, are you angry?"

His question, so late in coming, stirred a flicker of something within me. Anger, perhaps, but mostly a profound disappointment. Was he truly this oblivious, or did he simply not care about my feelings? Yet, I realized with strange clarity that it no longer mattered. The anger had dissipated, leaving behind nothing but coldness.

"I’m not angry," I said, more to myself than to him. Anger was a luxury I could no longer afford.