Rejected Luna's Silent Vow

Kayden finally had nothing more to say and followed me out the door.

The distance from the inner courtyard’s corridor to the front gate felt like an eternity…

I had stood by Kayden’s side as he rose from a struggling pack member to the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.

I handled every detail of the pack’s affairs with care.

I was respectful to those above me and kind to those below.

Magdalena, Kayden’s mother, treated me like her own daughter.

If she had still been alive, she would have shielded me from this scene, making Kayden kneel in the pack’s hall as punishment.

I missed her.

I missed the homemade stew she used to make for me.

I missed her telling me not to focus too much on pack duties, lest I strain myself.

I missed how, when others criticized me for not bearing a child after years of being his mate, she stood up for me despite her illness: “How my daughter-in-law fares is none of your business! Having a child is a matter of fate. What are you gossiping about? What’s your intention?”

I missed how, before she passed, she whispered to Kayden to treat me well.

But, unfortunately, she didn’t get her wish.

…

The pack members had always respected me.

Now, as I prepared to leave, they gathered in the courtyard, hesitating, unsure whether to approach and say goodbye.

I calmly told them to return to their duties.

Kayden valued discipline, and I didn’t want them to be punished on my account.

After I left, Chloe, the Lycan Princess who had been rejected by the Lycan King of the North, would become the new Luna of the Silver Moon Pack.

Their task would be to win her favor, ensuring their lives in the pack went smoothly.

Compared to me, an ordinary Omega, Chloe’s royal title, even tarnished, carried an inherent nobility.

As the Alpha, Kayden needed a Luna who could bring prestige to the pack.

In that regard, I was no match for Chloe.

Being replaced was expected.

Still, the situation was far more absurd than I imagined.

Even if it wasn’t Chloe’s fault, being rejected after two years in the North had damaged her reputation.

A werewolf’s desire is a stable pack and a rightful place.

When the news reached the pack, Kayden couldn’t eat or sleep.

I could see he felt pity for her.

He didn’t say it outright.

But he had already written the rejection letter, hiding it in a drawer of his desk.

I found it while organizing his papers.

Silently, I put it back and continued with my tasks as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, I revisited every memory of our journey together.

I couldn’t find evidence that Kayden didn’t love me.

He was a considerate mate.

He would surprise me with jewelry I had admired for my birthday.

When I was unwell, he stayed by my side, caring for me without rest.

Whenever he saw something interesting, he’d bring it to me, hoping to make me smile.

…

But if that was love, why was I cast aside the moment she returned, even before she set foot in the pack’s territory?