Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

As I indulged in a spa treatment at the pack’s luxurious salon, my phone buzzed with a message from Katherine, my best friend and a Delta in our Silver Moon Pack.

"Luna, I just saw Alpha Brody at the mall buying jewelry for some woman," her text read.

"Got it," I replied, my tone calm.

"Aren’t you going to confront him?" she pressed.

"No need."

It had only been three months since I gave birth to the twins, and after this appointment, I had a gym session scheduled. At five, I needed to pick up Hudson from the pack’s daycare. I didn’t have time for distractions.

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I first discovered Brody’s infidelity when I was five months pregnant with our twins. The revelation had led to an explosive argument, and I moved back to my mother’s house, the former Luna of our pack. It had been three months since the birth, and I was still staying with her.

When I returned home, my mother, Naomi, was entertaining the twins while giving me a once-over. "You’re almost back to your pre-pregnancy shape," she remarked, her tone a mix of pride and concern.

I touched my slightly rounded belly with a faint smile. The personal trainer and nutritionist I had hired for $9,000 had indeed worked wonders.

My mother’s gaze was a blend of relief and sympathy.

"Alpha Brody stopped by earlier," she mentioned casually.

I continued playing with the twins, barely glancing up. "Oh."

"He left when he found you weren’t here," she added, searching my face. "Are you sure about the separation?"

I looked up and smiled softly. "No, I’m moving back tomorrow."

My mother raised an eyebrow in surprise but nodded.

"It seems like you’ve thought this through. That gives me some peace."

The next day, I packed my things and, with the help of Orlando, our pack’s Omega, moved the kids back to the Alpha’s residence.

After Hudson fell asleep and Orlando took the twins to bed, I headed to the shower. When I stepped out, Brody was already back—I hadn’t heard him come in.

I glanced at him, spotting a red lipstick stain on his crisp white shirt.

I stared at it for a moment, recalling how the first time I saw such a mark, it had led to a massive row. I had screamed, scratched, and fought with Brody, even dragging our parents into the mess.

"You’re back?" he asked, his voice neutral.

I smiled faintly, "Yeah."

I turned to my dressing table and began my meticulous skincare routine.

"Not angry anymore?" he asked, scrutinizing me.

I met his gaze in the mirror. "I’ve done a lot of thinking. Alphas like you always seem to seek excitement outside. I used to be naive, always making a scene. I’ve moved past that. I’ll try to be a good Luna so you have fewer worries."

He looked at me, puzzled and unsure.

I continued brushing my hair, and seeing that it was late, I said, "It’s getting late. Let’s get some sleep."

As I stood up, he wrapped an arm around my waist, but I gently pushed it away. "Go take a shower. You smell like alcohol."

The next day, I met with a financial advisor. I invested part of my father’s inheritance—he had been a respected Alpha—in gold funds, another portion in fixed-term investments, and kept the rest in my account for future real estate opportunities. I also went to the pack’s notary office to make a formal declaration. In the event of my passing, all my assets would be divided equally among my mother and my children. If my mother passed, it would go to the kids.

The notary asked, "What about your mate, Alpha Brody?"

I smiled, "He’s got more than enough. He won’t miss my money."

Back home, Brody was surprisingly there.

"Why are you home so early today?" I asked.

"It’s Saturday," he said, eyeing the bags I carried. "What’s all this?"

"I bought some properties. Think they’ll appreciate?"

Brody looked at the contracts. "The price is good. The area near North Park Road is a designated development zone. In a few years, it’ll be booming."

"Good to know." I took my purchases to the bedroom and began organizing.

Brody was somehow standing at the door. I didn’t pay him much attention as a message popped up on WhatsApp. I set my things down to check my phone.

I vaguely heard him mention "Katherine," so I casually replied, "Katherine? She called a few days ago. What’s up?"

The message was from Hudson’s kindergarten teacher. They were organizing a parent-child fashion show for Thanksgiving this year.

Brody seemed hesitant.

"Did she tell you anything?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, looking at him. "Next weekend, Hudson’s school has a parent-child event. Will you join?"

He watched me for a moment before saying, "Sure, we can go together."

Hudson dropped his blocks and ran into my arms, excited. "Mommy, are you and Daddy really coming? You won’t leave me again, right?"

A wave of guilt hit me. Last year, in anger towards Brody, I had missed Hudson’s Thanksgiving event. The memory of his disappointed face still haunted me. I hugged him tightly, stroking his hair, and promised, "Hudson, you’re Mommy’s favorite. Daddy and Mommy will both be there."