My Alpha Announced His Luna Before the Pack

The moment the bond snapped, I felt it like a physical void in my chest—a hollow space where something precious once lived. I collapsed forward in the mud, rain mingling with blood and tears on my face. My wolf curled into herself, whimpering with grief.

Miles away, in the Pack House, Jayce stood in the center of the banquet hall. His glass paused halfway to his lips, frozen in mid-toast. The room fell silent as his face contorted, eyes widening in shock.

"Alpha?" Sofia touched his arm, her voice honey-sweet with concern. "Is everything alright?"

Jayce didn't respond. His hand flew to his chest, clutching at his heart as if trying to physically hold himself together. The glass shattered in his grip, wine and blood trickling down his fingers.

"No," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "This can't be happening."

I could almost see it in my mind—his eyes darkening to pitch black as his wolf surged forward. The bond severing had triggered something primal in him, something beyond his control.

"Violet," he choked out, the name tearing from his throat like a wound.

Sofia stepped back, her face paling as Jayce's body began to change. Bones cracked and reformed, his expensive suit tearing as muscle and sinew rearranged themselves. The transformation was violent, involuntary—his wolf taking control when his human mind couldn't process the pain.

"What's happening?" Sofia shrieked as Jayce's massive wolf form erupted from his human skin.

The banquet table splintered beneath his claws as he leapt onto it, knocking food and wine across the floor. His howl of agony shook the chandeliers, sending crystal shards raining down on the horrified guests.

"She's gone," Jayce's voice came through the mind-link to Marcus, raw with anguish. "She didn't just leave—she erased us."

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The rain continued to pour as I staggered deeper into the Neutral Zone. My legs trembled beneath me, each step more difficult than the last. Blood dripped from my nose where I'd bitten through my lip during the bond severance.

"Look what we have here," a rough voice called from the darkness. "A little Omega all alone."

Three figures emerged from the shadows—rogues, their eyes gleaming with malice and hunger. Their clothes hung in tatters from their emaciated frames, but their teeth were sharp and their claws extended.

"Please," I whispered, backing away. "I'm just passing through."

The largest one laughed, a sound like gravel. "With that scent? You're pack trash—rejected and thrown out."

They circled me slowly, drawing out my terror. My wolf was too weak to fight, still curled in on herself from the pain of the severed bond.

"Your pack doesn't want you," another said, his scarred face twisted in a cruel smile. "But maybe we can find a use for you."

I backed into a tree trunk, my heart hammering against my ribs. The leader lunged forward suddenly, claws extended toward my throat.

"I'll enjoy tearing into—"

A deafening roar cut through the night. The ground shook beneath our feet as something massive burst from the tree line—a wolf twice the size of any Alpha I'd ever seen. Its fur was midnight black, absorbing the moonlight rather than reflecting it.

The rogues froze, their eyes widening with terror.

"What is that?" one whispered.

The black wolf moved with terrible grace, its golden eyes fixed on the rogues surrounding me. There was no hesitation, no mercy in its movements as it tore through them.

Blood sprayed across the forest floor as claws ripped through flesh. The rogues didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to broken bodies scattered across the wet earth.

I pressed myself against the tree, trembling as the massive wolf turned toward me. Its golden eyes glowed in the darkness, assessing me with an intelligence beyond ordinary wolves.

Instead of attacking, it approached slowly, lowering its massive head. It nuzzled against my neck, inhaling deeply.

"Herbs and rain," a deep voice murmured as the wolf shifted, transforming into a man.

He stood before me, tall and powerful, his naked body gleaming with rainwater in the moonlight. Dark hair fell across his forehead as he reached for a cloak and wrapped it around my shivering form.

"You're safe now," he said, his voice resonating with quiet authority.

I looked up into his face—strong features, sharp jawline, and those same golden eyes that had watched me so intently as a wolf.

"How do you know me?" I whispered.

His lips curved into a small smile as he tucked the cloak more securely around my shoulders.

"I've been looking for you for years," he said softly. "The girl who saved my life with nothing but kindness and herbs."

He pulled me gently against his chest, and I felt the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

"Found you," he whispered, the words carrying a weight of promise I couldn't yet understand.