Rejected Luna's Silent Vengeance

In the afternoon, Thea Gonzales entered the Alpha’s office, a stack of resource reports in hand. The room was imposing, as befitting the leader of the pack, with heavy oak furniture and the faint scent of pine lingering in the air. Xavier Ford, the Alpha, sat behind his desk, his broad frame commanding the space. He looked up as she approached, his dark eyes unreadable.

“Alpha,” Thea said, placing the documents in front of him. “These require your signature.”

Xavier took the papers, his fingers brushing hers briefly as he did so. He signed them with a swift, confident hand before handing them back to her. “Thea,” he began, his voice softer than usual, “about last night’s incident with the cake. Addilyn wasn’t thinking. Is Celine alright?”

Thea held the signed documents to her chest, her expression neutral. “She’s fine, Alpha. The healers took care of her.”

There was a pause, and Xavier’s gaze lingered on her. Since their separation, he had been less combative, as if the guilt of their fractured mate bond weighed on him. His eyes trailed over her figure, noticing the way the dress she wore accentuated her toned waist. “You’ve lost weight,” he remarked, his tone tinged with surprise. “That dress suits you.”

Thea had indeed been dedicating herself to training, her body transforming into something lean and strong. It was a stark contrast to Addilyn, whose pregnancy had softened her once-slender frame.

Xavier’s nostrils flared slightly, and his brow furrowed. “Have you changed your scent?” he asked, his voice low.

Thea tilted her head, her lips curving into a small smile. “Yes, a friend thought it suited me.”

Xavier’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something—curiosity, perhaps jealousy—crossing his face. “A male friend?” he pressed, his tone sharper now.

Thea didn’t answer. Instead, she turned on her heel, the fabric of her dress swishing softly as she walked away. Her smile lingered, a subtle challenge in her expression as she left the Alpha’s office.