My Alpha Stripped Me for His First Love

Laughter and whispers filled the grand hall, wrapping around me like a suffocating fog. My skin burned, a heat so intense it crawled up my neck and into my skull.

I could hear the voices—harsh, amused, pitiful.

"Did you see that?"

"The Luna? Dressed like that?"

"Not Luna anymore, I’d bet."

"He stripped her, right in front of everyone. Goddess, how shameful."

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t breathe.

The thin slip I wore did little to protect me from the biting cold of the room, from the weight of all those eyes pressing against my exposed skin. My arms wrapped around myself instinctively, but there was no hiding. No escape.

And then—warmth.

A heavy fabric draped over my shoulders. A scent of pine and steel.

I turned my head slowly, my body still locked in place.

The Gamma.

His eyes held something foreign. Something I wasn’t used to seeing. Not pity. Not amusement. Not cruelty.

Concern.

He stood beside me, his body stiff as if expecting a fight. His hands hesitated on my shoulders before dropping to his sides.

A murmur rippled through the crowd, sharp as a dagger.

"Gamma Damon?" Someone gasped. "What is he doing?"

"Helping her?" Another scoffed. "Why?"

I clutched the jacket tighter, swallowing hard. It was thick, made for a warrior, smelling of sweat and earth and something safe.

The moment felt frozen in time. But then, Killian moved.

His boots clicked against the polished floor as he stepped forward, his silver eyes burning with a fury so intense it could have set fire to the hall.

He was still angry. Still humiliated. But now, his rage had found a new target.

His gaze locked onto Damon, and for a split second, the air grew heavier. The tension was suffocating, pressing against my already bruised pride.

Damon held his ground.

For me.

But Killian didn’t speak. He simply clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring as his hands curled into fists at his sides. His fury wasn’t for Damon alone.

No—I was still the center of his storm.

He turned back to me, his voice laced with quiet venom. "You are no longer my Luna."

The words cut deeper than his actions ever could.

My lips parted, but no sound came out.

I had thought the worst had already happened.

I was wrong.

Killian lifted his chin, his voice carrying across the hall. "From this moment forward, Sienna is stripped of her title. She is no longer recognized as the Luna of this pack."

The final blow.

A weight crushed my chest, stealing the last bit of air from my lungs.

He had taken everything.

The murmurs started again, louder this time. The whispers that had once been contained now spilled into full-fledged mockery.

I took a step back.

Then another.

The floor beneath me felt unsteady. My mind spun.

My body moved before my brain could fully process it.

One step.

Another.

Each slow movement carried a broken piece of me away from that hall, away from the burning humiliation, away from the man who had just shattered me completely.

I didn’t run.

I didn’t beg.

I walked. Slowly. Deliberately.

The Gamma didn’t stop me.

No one did.

I kept my head high, even as my heart fractured inside my chest.

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I wasn’t sure where I was going.

The halls blurred as I moved, my legs carrying me forward on instinct. The heavy jacket draped over me was the only thing keeping me from completely falling apart.

Why?

Why did he do this?

The question burned in my mind, a poisonous thought I couldn’t shake.

I had been careful. I had never given Killian a reason to hate me. I had done my duty. I had stood by his side, obeyed his rules, supported him as his mate, his Luna.

Yet, in the span of a few minutes, he had undone everything.

All because of a dress.

My hands gripped the jacket tighter.

No.

Not just a dress.

Her dress.

That realization made my breath hitch.

I slowed my steps, my body growing colder despite the warmth wrapped around me.

If this was just about the gown… if this was just about me accidentally wearing something that belonged to another woman…

Then why had his anger been so personal?

Why had he looked at me like I had betrayed him?

I felt the answer creeping up my throat like bile.

And then, I heard them.

Two she-wolves stood near the corner of the hallway, their voices hushed, but not enough to keep me from catching every word.

"Did you see how he reacted?" One of them whispered.

"Of course I did. Goddess, it was embarrassing. But honestly, are you surprised?"

"Not really." A soft laugh. "I mean, he never really got over her."

"Right? He tried, I think. But in the end, she still owns his heart."

The words struck me harder than any physical blow ever could.

He never got over her.

I clenched my hands, the fabric of the jacket twisting between my fingers.

It wasn’t just about the dress.

It was about her.

His first love.

The woman who wasn’t here. The woman who didn’t even need to be present to hold a grip on him.

Killian hadn’t just stripped me of my dignity tonight.

He had proven something I had been too blind to see before.

I was never truly his.

Because his heart never belonged to me.

I turned away from the voices, my chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

The humiliation still burned. The betrayal still stung.