Rejected Luna's Revenge

I love Taylor deeply.

After all, she is my child, brought into this world after a challenging six months. For five years, I’ve devoted all my patience and love to her. Yet, Alpha Ibrahim only leaves her with Kaylani, the Omega nanny, and strangely, Taylor adores him.

Taylor is just a bit more perceptive than other pups her age. When she was three, she said to me, “Luna, you’re not helpful; it’s Alpha who often doesn’t want to come home.” I didn’t think much of it back then.

Later, when she was four, after meeting Gamma Avery for the first time, she came home and said to me, “Luna, no wonder Alpha likes Gamma Avery. I like her too.”

“Gamma Avery is so much better than you. She’s kinder, smarter, and even prettier.”

Once, simply because I wouldn’t let her eat greasy pulled pork, she angrily shouted at home, demanding that Gamma Avery be her mother instead. I swallowed my discomfort, holding her close, trying to soothe her: “Taylor, I made a new burger for you. It’s almost the same as the ones you buy outside, but it’s much cleaner.”

She pushed the burger I’d made onto the floor, shouting loudly, “I don’t want your stupid burger. I want the street burger Gamma Avery bought.”

“Even if it makes my stomach hurt, I still want it.”

“I don’t want you to be my mother. You’re useless.”

I stared at her, stunned.

The pup I brought into this world wanted to trade me for a burger. There were many incidents like this. Everything Gamma Avery gave her was perfect, and everything I bought was trash.

I discussed this issue with Alpha Ibrahim. At first, he told me not to fuss over a pup’s whims. But as it kept happening, he grew impatient, telling me to reflect on why my own daughter didn’t like what I got her.

Even Taylor’s wish on her fifth birthday was to have Gamma Avery as her mother.

A daughter whose heart I couldn’t warm—what was the point of holding onto her?

The next morning, Alpha Ibrahim and I went to finalize the severance of our mate bond. Standing in the grand hall of the packhouse, surrounded by the pack members, we spoke the words that would end our bond forever.

“I, Ibrahim, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, reject you, Christina, as my mate,” he said, his voice cold and detached, his alpha tone reverberating through the room.

The air grew heavy with the weight of his words, and I felt the bond between us shatter like glass. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, but I stood tall, refusing to show weakness in front of the pack.

“I, Christina, former Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, accept your rejection,” I replied, my voice steady despite the pain tearing through me.

As soon as the words left my lips, Alpha Ibrahim turned and left the hall without a backward glance. The pack members whispered among themselves, their gazes flickering between pity and indifference.

When I got home to pack my things, I realized there wasn’t much to gather; I could fit everything in one suitcase. Over the years, most of my efforts went into buying things for Alpha Ibrahim and Taylor.

As I pulled my suitcase towards the door, Taylor sat in the living room, munching on a burger while watching her tablet. I didn’t bother telling her to stop eating it; I just said calmly, “Taylor, I’m leaving.”

Only then did she look up and ask, “Where to?”

“You don’t need to worry about where I’m going. I won’t be picking you up from the pack’s nursery anymore. Just remember not to go with strangers.”

Taylor gave me a disdainful look, a perfect mimic of her father’s expression. “Luna, you’re lying. Alpha says no one wants you, not even your own mother. You’re just clinging to him.”

“Christina, don’t be so childish. You’re too old to be threatening Alpha with running away.”

“Gamma Avery would never be as immature as you.”

“If you want to go, just go. I won’t miss you.”

With that, she lowered her head back to her tablet.

In the past, I would have gently taken the tablet away and spent time with her, building Lego sets, swimming, or strolling in the pack’s territory. I would have invested a lot of my time to give her enough companionship and security.

Now I don’t care anymore. Whoever wants to care for her can do so.

“Taylor, just remember what you said,” I replied.

Then I turned and left, without a backward glance at the pup I once cradled night and day to soothe her during her illnesses so she could sleep peacefully.