Rejected Luna's Silent Vengeance

It was already past ten in the evening.

Thea Gonzales sat on the couch in Alpha Xavier Ford’s office, her laptop perched on her knees as she organized the financial statements for the pack. The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows behind her reflected the city lights, casting shimmering glimmers across the glass facades of the skyscrapers—like countless eyes silently observing the bustling world below. The faint hum of the city outside was a stark contrast to the heavy silence between them.

Alpha Xavier sat quietly at his desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit. His piercing eyes occasionally darted over to Thea, the weight of his Alpha aura pressing subtly against her. Eventually, unable to hold back, he spoke, his voice low and commanding. "Kian isn’t the right fit for you."

Thea paused her typing, her fingers hovering over the keys. "Why do you think that, Alpha?" she asked, her tone deliberately neutral.

"He’s too young," Xavier replied, his gaze unwavering. The authority in his voice was unmistakable, the Alpha tone leaving no room for argument.

"Addilyn is younger," Thea countered, her voice steady despite the tension thickening the air.

"Men and women aren’t the same," Xavier shot back, his jaw tightening.

Thea smirked, though there was no humor in it. "Isn’t it all just about compatibility? Younger wolves have more energy, and sometimes even more experience—who wouldn’t appreciate that?"

Xavier’s grip on the stack of papers in his hand tightened, the edges creasing under the pressure. His eyes grew sharper, more intense, the Alpha aura flaring around him like a storm. "Have you been with him?"

Thea closed her laptop with a decisive click. "I’ve sent the report to your email, Alpha. Take a look at your convenience. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading out."

She stood, smoothing her skirt, and walked toward the door, her posture straight and unyielding. As she stepped into the hallway, Thea caught sight of a figure in a pink coat disappearing around the corner.

It was Addilyn Freeman.

Thea recognized that pink coat from photos on Addilyn’s social media, which meant...

Their entire conversation had been overheard from the doorway.

Thea’s stomach twisted, but she kept her expression neutral. She knew better than to let her emotions show, especially in the heart of the pack’s den where prying eyes and sharp ears were everywhere. Her wolf stirred within her, a low growl of frustration echoing in her mind, but she pushed it down, focusing on the steady rhythm of her steps as she made her way to the elevator.

The city’s night air greeted her as she stepped outside, the coolness a welcome relief from the suffocating tension of the Alpha’s office. She took a deep breath, the faint scent of rosemary—her unique mate scent—lingering in the air, a cruel reminder of what once was. But she didn’t linger on it. Thea Gonzales had long since learned to walk forward, even when the past threatened to pull her back.