Rejected Luna's New Beginning

The dining hall buzzed with conversation as pack members gathered for the monthly dinner. I sat rigidly in my Luna chair, pushing food around my plate while trying to ignore the whispers that followed me like shadows. Darren sat at the head of the table, his attention elsewhere as usual. My hand rested protectively over my stomach, the secret of our pup still mine alone.

"Such a shame," a voice whispered nearby. "She doesn't even eat. Probably afraid of getting fat."

I stiffened but kept my eyes on my plate. Let them talk. Soon enough, they'd know about the heir growing inside me.

Macy glided into the hall, drawing every eye with her practiced grace. She took the seat directly across from me, her smile sharp as a blade.

"You look tired, sister," she said loudly enough for nearby tables to hear. "Trouble sleeping?"

Before I could respond, a familiar pressure built behind my temples—Macy opening a mind-link.

*Let's not make a scene,* her voice slithered through my thoughts. *We have things to discuss privately.*

I hesitated, then reluctantly opened the connection wider.

*I know about your little secret,* Macy continued, her mental voice dripping with false sweetness. *The pup. How... quaint.*

My fork clattered against my plate. "How did you—"

*Darren tells me everything,* she cut me off, her eyes gleaming with triumph. *Just as he should. After all, I'm carrying his true heir.*

The room spun around me. Aria howled in confusion and rage.

"That's not possible," I whispered aloud, drawing curious glances from nearby pack members.

Macy's laugh tinkled like breaking glass. *Oh, Sloan. You never were very bright. Did you really think he'd only be with you?*

Through our mind-link, she continued: *I've been his true mate all along. Every night you thought he was working late, he was with me. Every time he claimed pack business kept him away, he was in my bed.*

I gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. "You're lying."

*Am I?* Her mental voice turned hard. *Step aside gracefully, Sloan. Resign as Luna. Tell everyone you can't handle the pressure. Or I'll make sure the entire pack knows what a pathetic joke your mating really is.*

"And what about your pup?" I challenged, fighting to keep my voice steady.

*My pup will be raised as the Alpha's true heir,* she hissed. *Your little mistake will be forgotten.*

I straightened my spine, feeling Aria's strength surge through me. "No."

Macy's eyes narrowed. *No?*

"I won't surrender my position," I said, loud enough now that conversations around us quieted. "And if you're pregnant with Darren's child, I'll make sure the elders know about your affair."

The color drained from her face, then rushed back in a flush of anger. She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor.

"You wouldn't dare," she whispered.

"Try me," I replied, rising to my feet.

We stared at each other across the table, two sisters locked in silent combat. Then Macy's expression shifted—from fury to something calculated and cold.

"Excuse me," she murmured to the table at large. "I need some air."

She turned and walked toward the garden doors, her steps measured and deliberate.

I should have known better.

The scream came minutes later—high and terrified, cutting through the dinner hall like a knife.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Pack members leapt to their feet as Macy came staggering back through the doors, blood streaming down her arms and face. Silver blood—the telltale sign of a werewolf wound inflicted by silver.

"She attacked me!" Macy sobbed, collapsing into the arms of a nearby Delta. "Sloan—she's gone feral!"

The room erupted in chaos. I stood frozen, unable to process what was happening.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded. "I've been sitting here the whole time!"

But Macy was already surrounded by concerned pack members, her wounds gleaming silver in the dining hall lights.

"She knew," Macy whimpered, her voice carrying through the sudden silence. "She found out about my pup—about Darren's true heir."

A silver blade lay on the floor near her feet, its edge stained with her blood.

"She said she'd make sure I never gave birth to his child," Macy continued, tears streaming down her face. "That only her pup deserved to be born!"

Horror washed over me as I realized what was happening. "I didn't—she's lying!"

But the damage was done. Pack members turned to stare at me with suspicion and disgust.

"I saw them arguing earlier," someone whispered. "Sloan was threatening her."

Another voice joined in: "I heard her say she'd do anything to keep her position."

Darren pushed through the crowd, his face darkening as he took in the scene—Macy bleeding in the arms of pack members, the silver blade on the floor, and me standing there, unable to defend myself against this perfect trap.

"Sloan," he growled, his eyes flashing gold with barely contained fury. "What have you done?"