Luna's Revenge: Banish My Disloyal Alpha

The next morning dragged on as I waited for my mate to return home. When he finally did, he launched into an explanation immediately, his voice laden with exhaustion and concern. "Tricia had a high fever all night. It wouldn't go down."

"Is everything okay now?" I asked, trying to maintain a semblance of interest. The name 'Tricia' felt foreign and unwelcome in my ears. Yet, I knew that she was Tracy's daughter.

Funny how my mate cared about another woman's child better than his mate.

He paused mid-motion, annoyance flickering across his features. "Are you being sarcastic again?" His sigh was heavy with weariness, whether genuine or feigned, I couldn't discern. "Look, I didn't sleep all night. I'm very tired."

"Then you should get some rest. I'm going for my duties." I turned away, reaching for my bag. The duties of being the Luna demanded my attention.

"Lori..." He interrupted, pulling me gently. "What is it?"

"We'll make it up for the mateship anniversary celebration next time, okay?" His attempt at reconciliation was met with a ghost of a smile from me, devoid of any real emotion. "I'm not mad."

He hugged me, but the gesture felt hollow, his promises even emptier. "There's a Wolf gathering this weekend," he murmured into my hair. "Many packs will attend. Let's go together."

The Golden Moon Pack held a prestigious position not only in Bellflower Town but also in neighboring territories. Every gathering meant socializing with other Alphas, who often sought to curry favor with Roan. Mating with him had once seemed a blessing, but as his Luna, I felt nothing but numbness. Despite my efforts, the elders and warriors of the pack still regarded me with disdain, likely viewing me as little more than a servant.

In the past, I often brought meals or medicine to Roan, even in inconvenient situations like his office. Yet, he never respected me in front of others, especially not the elders or the Omegas.

Reality snapped back into focus as Roan gritted his teeth in frustration. "Well, suit yourself."

I didn't attend the gathering, but I hadn't expected him to take Tracy instead. My phone buzzed incessantly as I worked on Luna's responsibilities in the office. Reluctantly, I checked social media and was bombarded with pictures from the Wolf gathering. Tracy was everywhere, seemingly enjoying herself with Roan and other Alphas, blending in effortlessly.

Odd enough, Beta Gavin was not in the pictures. Perhaps, he refused to accommodate the Alpha again. Sometimes I found myself scolding him because he seemed like he did not care about serving the Alpha at all. But that stubbornness never failed to amaze me.

Now that I was looking at the tweets, I couldn't help but wonder, why didn't you become his Luna instead of me, Tracy?

One image stood out: Alpha Roan carrying Tracy like a princess across the lawn, her cheek pressed against his chest. It was a scene that elicited cheers and adoration from onlookers, who showered them with compliments and praises for being a perfect match.

Unable to ignore what I had seen, I reluctantly joined the chorus, commenting on one of the photos, "Perfect match." A single clapping emoji punctuated my indifferent acknowledgment.

I closed the app and silenced my phone. I also shut my mindlink. I just wanted peace. Night had fallen by the time I finished my tasks. When I finally checked my phone again, I saw dozens of missed calls and messages from Roan.