Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

Over the weekend, the Luna and my father went to the pack registry office. Faye mentioned that after a thirty-day cooling-off period, they could finalize the mate bond dissolution.

Afterward, surprisingly, the Luna agreed to let my father come visit me, a rare compromise.

But I refused.

I shut myself in my room, watching him through the curtains. It must have been quite cold outside; his lips looked pale from the chill, yet he stood there for a long time, his once-proud Alpha aura now dulled, replaced by the quiet resignation of an Omega.

The next time I saw him was on TV and on the giant LED screens scattered throughout the pack’s territory.

Instead of trying to reclaim his lost status, Father took a different path and joined a pack reality TV show. It was completely unexpected how it took off, and he earned the nickname "Charming Clutz."

I overheard the Omegas chatting about it—apparently, it was the most popular parenting reality show among the packs at the moment, perfect for someone like Father with his background as a fallen Alpha.

At dinner, as usual, the Luna was busy with her duties as the pack’s leader and didn’t come home. Faye switched on the TV, tuning it to the parenting show for me. "Even if they’ve dissolved their mate bond, he’s still your father. How long has it been since you’ve seen him? If you miss him, just watch," she said.

"I don’t miss him!" I leaped off my chair, ran over to turn off the TV, and stormed back to my room.

Then, hiding under the covers, I opened my iPad to watch.

Hahaha! Father is so clumsy, tripping for no reason!

It’s so obvious he’d be spotted hiding in such an open place!

How do you manage to set the kitchen on fire while just trying to light a campfire?

I stifled my laughter under the covers until it was hard to breathe, but soon, laughter turned to tears. The way Father fed that little boy, holding him with such tenderness, and he even made him spiced honey cake.

Thinking of it all, sadness overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t hold back my tears.

The next morning, I woke up in the warm embrace of someone. As I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see—it was the Luna!

Beside me, the iPad was still on, paused on the latest episode of the parenting show. I distinctly remembered watching less than half of last night’s episode before drifting off to sleep in sorrow. How did it continue to play so much further ahead?

Could the Luna have been watching too?

Maybe, just like me, she secretly misses Father.