Rejected Luna's Silent Vengeance

Weekends were the days Xavier, the Alpha, had set aside to spend with his pup, Celine.

Celine, her tiny tail wagging with excitement, had slipped into her Elsa dress at dawn, her eyes sparkling at the thought of a day at the amusement park with her father. But then, Xavier’s call came, his deep Alpha tone laced with regret, explaining that something urgent had arisen within the pack—he couldn’t make it.

Celine’s ears drooped, her small frame trembling as she let out a whimper. By nightfall, she was burning up with fever.

Thea, her heart heavy but her resolve unwavering, carried Celine to the pack’s healing den. There, in the sterile glow of the den’s lights, she ran into Xavier.

He stood tall, his broad shoulders tense, his Alpha aura faintly flickering. “Addilyn wasn’t feeling well,” he explained, his voice low. “She’s here too.”

Thea’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing, focusing instead on Celine’s fragile form in her arms.

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While Thea cradled a sleeping Celine, her fingers gently brushing through her daughter’s fur, Xavier approached. His presence was commanding, even in the quiet of the healing den.

For the first time since their separation, his voice softened, the Alpha tone replaced by something almost human. “Thea, I’m sorry. This must be hard for you.”

Thea’s gaze remained fixed on Celine, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “It’s Celine you should apologize to. She’s been counting the moons to see you, and then you didn’t show.”

Xavier knelt beside them, his hand reaching out to brush Celine’s cheek. But as his fingers neared, she stirred, her small body instinctively curling closer to Thea.

His hand froze mid-air, then dropped to his side, defeated. “Have you eaten?” he asked, his tone softer now.

Thea shook her head, her eyes never leaving Celine.

Just then, Xavier’s phone buzzed—a call from Addilyn. Whatever she said made his expression darken, his Alpha aura flaring briefly before he reined it in.

“Just rest,” he said, his voice strained. “I’ll join you soon.”

Thea’s ears caught the gentleness in his tone, a stark contrast to the way he’d once spoken to her. There was a time when she’d called him, pleading for him to return to the den, only to be met with sharp words about pack duties.

After hanging up, Xavier glanced at Thea, his guilt palpable. “Addilyn wasn’t like this before. Maybe it’s the pregnancy making her more… demanding. Don’t take it personally. I’ll get you something to eat.”

“No need,” Thea replied, her voice calm but firm. “She’s carrying your pup; you should be with her. I can handle this.”

Her words, laced with quiet strength, left Xavier visibly conflicted, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Thea,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, “you’ve changed.”

She smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “When you no longer have a mate to lean on, you learn to stand on your own.”

Xavier’s gaze dropped, his Alpha aura dimming as if weighed down by her words.

“Thea,” a voice called from behind him. Xavier turned to see Kian, the pack’s Healer, approaching. His white coat was spotless, and in his hands, he carried a takeout container.

Xavier’s eyes narrowed, his Alpha aura flickering dangerously, but Thea’s calm demeanor held him in place.

Kian’s presence was a quiet reassurance, his voice steady as he handed the food to Thea. “I thought you might need this.”

Thea’s smile this time was genuine. “Thank you, Kian.”

Xavier watched the exchange, his jaw tightening, but he said nothing. The weight of his guilt, his choices, and the bond that still lingered between him and Thea hung heavy in the air.