Rejected Luna's Silent Vengeance

The streets of the pack’s territory bustled with activity as the evening deepened. Every restaurant Thea Gonzales passed seemed packed, the scent of food mingling with the crisp night air. She could hear the chatter of pack members and the occasional laughter of pups playing nearby, a reminder of the life she was trying to rebuild.

Just as her turn at the diner was about to come, her phone buzzed. It was Amanda Harrison, the pack’s Beta, her tone crisp and authoritative. “Luna Thea, there’s an issue with the resource report you submitted this afternoon. It’s required for the Alpha’s meeting first thing tomorrow. You’ll need to come back to the den and revise it tonight.”

Thea’s jaw tightened, but she kept her voice calm. “Understood, Beta Amanda. I’ll be there shortly.”

When she arrived at the pack’s den, the usual hum of activity was absent. The main hall was dimly lit, the shadows stretching long across the polished wood floors. Only the glow from Alpha Xavier’s office spilled into the corridor, a beacon in the otherwise silent space.

Amanda approached her, her expression unreadable. “Luna Thea, take your laptop to Alpha Xavier’s office and make the corrections there. Once you’re done, present it to him directly.”

Thea nodded, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she made her way to the Alpha’s office. The scent of cedar and musk, so familiar yet now distant, filled her senses as she stepped inside. Xavier sat at his desk, his broad frame silhouetted by the light behind him, his presence as commanding as ever.

He looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. “You’re here,” he said, his voice low and smooth, the Alpha tone subtly lacing his words.

“Yes, Alpha,” Thea replied, keeping her tone neutral. “Beta Amanda informed me of the issue with the report.”

He gestured to the chair across from him. “Work here. I’ll review it when you’re done.”

She settled into the seat, opening her laptop and focusing on the screen. The silence between them was heavy, the tension palpable, but neither spoke. The only sounds were the soft tapping of her keys and the occasional rustle of papers from Xavier’s desk.

As she worked, Thea couldn’t help but feel the weight of his gaze on her, the memory of their shared past pressing in on her. But she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. Tonight, she was here as the former Luna, fulfilling her duty to the pack. Nothing more, nothing less.