My Alpha Announced His Luna Before the Pack

The Pack Hall fell silent as I was dragged in by two Delta warriors. Their grip bruised my arms, but the pain was nothing compared to the hollow ache in my chest. Every step echoed across the polished wooden floor, each sound a countdown to my own destruction.

Jayce sat at the center of the raised platform, his expression carved from stone. Sofia stood beside him, her arm now bandaged dramatically, though I'd seen her move without wincing just hours before. Alpha Gonzales—Sofia's father—occupied the seat of honor, his massive frame radiating disapproval.

"Violet Bailey," Jayce's voice filled the hall, "you stand accused of theft from the pack treasury and assault on my chosen mate."

I lifted my chin, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "I didn't—"

"Silence." His Alpha tone vibrated through my bones, cutting off my words. "The evidence will speak for itself."

A Delta stepped forward, holding the pouch of coins and herbs they'd "found" in my room. The herbs I'd collected myself, the coins I'd never touched.

"These were discovered hidden in her quarters," the warrior reported mechanically.

Sofia stepped forward, her voice trembling with practiced emotion. "She attacked me when I caught her stealing. Look at what she did!" She gestured to her bandaged arm.

I stared at the wound in disbelief. "That's impossible. I was in the kitchen all morning. Anyone could verify—"

"Enough!" Jayce slammed his fist on the armrest. "Are you calling my mate a liar?"

The room fell deathly quiet. Even the Beta, Marcus, who had shown me kindness before, looked away.

"Alpha," I whispered, "you know me. You know I would never—"

"I know only what the evidence tells me," he cut me off, his eyes cold. "An Omega who has betrayed the pack's hospitality."

Alpha Gonzales leaned forward, his voice like gravel. "What do you intend to do about this... infestation, Alpha Hart?"

I watched Jayce's face, searching for any flicker of the man who had once held me so tenderly. There was nothing.

"Justice will be served," he declared, rising to his feet. The hall filled with his Alpha aura, pressing down on everyone present. "Violet Bailey, you have committed treason against this pack."

My legs trembled beneath me as his gaze swept over me with utter contempt.

"From this moment forward," he continued, "you are stripped of the name Bailey and all protections afforded by the Silvercreek Pack."

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Stripping a wolf of their pack name was a punishment reserved for the most heinous crimes.

"You will be escorted to the territory border immediately," Jayce's voice hardened further. "If you are ever seen on Silvercreek lands again, you will be hunted for sport."

Sofia's smile bloomed behind her hand, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

"Take her away," Jayce ordered, turning his back on me.

As the warriors dragged me out, I caught one last glimpse of him—standing tall and proud beside Sofia, not a single glance spared for the mate he was condemning.

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The rain fell in sheets as the Delta warriors shoved me across the border into the Neutral Zone. Thunder cracked overhead, matching the storm inside me.

"You have until dawn to clear the territory," one of them growled before they turned and left me alone.

I stood there, rain soaking through my thin clothes, and realized I had one final choice to make. The mate bond still pulsed between us—a constant reminder of what I'd lost.

Closing my eyes, I reached deep within myself to where the bond lived. My wolf howled in protest as I wrapped my consciousness around the golden thread that connected us to Jayce.

*No!* my wolf screamed. *He's ours! Don't do this!*

But he wasn't ours. Not anymore.

With every ounce of will I possessed, I began to sever the bond. The pain was immediate and overwhelming—like having part of my soul ripped away. I fell to my knees in the mud, a scream tearing from my throat as I forced the connection to break.

Blood rose in my mouth as I coughed, my body convulsing with the effort. The golden thread stretched, thinned, and finally—with a last agonizing pull—snapped.

Silence.

For the first time in two years, Jayce's presence was gone from my mind. The constant hum of his emotions, his thoughts, his very existence—erased.

I collapsed forward onto my hands and knees, rain mingling with blood and tears on the forest floor. My wolf whimpered, curled into herself with grief.

Free. I was free.

With trembling limbs, I pushed myself to my feet and staggered into the dark forest beyond the territory line.

No pack. No name. No mate.

Just me—Violet, the Rogue—alone in the wild.