Rejected Luna’s Fated Redemption

In the fifth year of their mate bond, Alpha Rodrigo Williams of the Silver Moon Pack showed no signs of change, still deeply entangled with the alluring Valery Jimenez, the mate of Gamma Grady Jimenez. It wasn’t long before Grady confronted him.

"What are you looking for, Gamma Jimenez?" Rodrigo asked smoothly, his alpha tone calm but authoritative.

Grady merely chuckled, drumming his fingers lightly on the table. "My Alpha fooled around with my mate. I want him to make it right by giving me a mate in return. Is that too much to ask?"

When Luna Camilla Crawford returned to the packhouse, she noticed Valery leaving, her cheeks still flushed. Hidden behind a tree, Camilla watched as Valery held Rodrigo’s arm fondly, her voice sultry. "My mate’s away tomorrow night. Would you like to come over?" she suggested.

Rodrigo, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smirked, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. "Does your mate know what you’re up to?"

Valery, clad in a stylish white Maxmara coat, her long hair impeccably groomed, gave a playful pout. "Him? He’s clueless. I bet he wouldn’t even notice if I disappeared one day."

Rodrigo raised an eyebrow, indifferent to their mate dynamics. "Tomorrow’s not good," he replied, putting out the cigarette. "I’ve got other plans."

Valery’s face dropped, and she pleaded, "What about the day after tomorrow?"

"You’re really that eager? Didn’t I take care of you earlier?" Rodrigo impatiently pulled his arm away, his dominance flaring. "Stop being so clingy."

"Men are so fickle. I’m ‘baby’ in bed and a nuisance outside," Valery grumbled but kept quiet after that. Before leaving, she blew Rodrigo a kiss. "Stay in touch. Call me."

Rodrigo nodded distractedly, his sharp gaze locking with Camilla’s under the tree. He jolted, and Valery soon noticed Camilla too, giving a cunning smile as she sashayed away in her high heels.

Camilla remained silent, entered the packhouse, and put her bag down. "What was she doing here?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with quiet authority.

Rodrigo hesitated, his alpha aura dimming slightly. "She’s the new Gamma’s mate. Came to say hello."

Eyeing the trash, Camilla spotted a discarded blue box. "Not bothering with a believable excuse anymore, Alpha?"

Rodrigo remained composed, settling into a seat and leaning against the sofa. His fitted black turtleneck accentuated the sturdy lines of his muscular frame, while his long legs, clad in gray loungewear, stretched casually. "Luna, at least I’m offering an excuse," he remarked, his tone tinged with indifference. "We both know the real score. Saying it outright doesn’t do any good."

Camilla said nothing, her gaze fixed downward, her Luna composure unshaken.

"Camilla, I know you care about me, but I’ve told you— I don’t feel anything for you. Bonding with you was just fulfilling my father’s wish to honor an old promise," Rodrigo continued, tossing an American Express Centurion card onto the coffee table with a laid-back smile. "Stop pouting. The PIN’s the same. Go buy yourself something nice."

He left quickly, his alpha aura lingering in the room, leaving Camilla staring at the card, unmoving. It was Rodrigo’s usual method; he’d offer her the card whenever his dalliances were uncovered, encouraging her to shop her troubles away. The black Centurion card had no spending limits, supposedly meant to let her splurge to her heart’s content.

But she never used it.

Rodrigo didn’t realize that she wasn’t jealous at all— Camilla had stopped loving him a long time ago.