Shattered Luna Rejected Her Alpha

As the heir to the Bennett Pack, Alpha Musa Bennett was a wolf admired by many for his strength and leadership. After a hunting accident left him with injured legs, I, Azaria Matthews, devoted myself entirely to his recovery. As his Luna, I stood by his side, tending to his wounds, even when the pack murmured about my unworthiness. During his convalescence, he often whispered promises of a marking ceremony once he could walk again, his voice soft and reassuring in the quiet of our shared den.

But when he regained his strength, everything changed. A single word from Sloan White, a cunning Omega who had clawed her way into his favor, led him to shatter my legs, even though I was three months pregnant with his heir. He locked me in a metal box, intending to drown me at sea, his alpha tone cold and unyielding. "Azaria, today I'm giving Sloan and her unborn pup justice by making you feel the pain you deserve," he sneered, his dominance pressing down on me like a suffocating weight.

"If it weren’t for your vicious schemes drugging her all those years ago, Sloan and I wouldn’t have been torn apart and left with regret."

I was curled up inside the blood-soaked box, my wolf whimpering in the back of my mind, as he hammered the lid shut. By the time Colin Jacobs, a rogue fisherman, rescued me, I was barely alive, and my pup was gone. I pleaded with Colin, my voice choked with tears, "Alpha Bennett, the five-year promise is up. Please help me leave the territory to fulfill my parents’ wishes."

Mohammad Bennett, the former Alpha of the Bennett Pack, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his study, leaning on his cane. When he turned, shock gripped his features. "Azaria, what on earth happened to you?" His aura, though faded with age, still carried the weight of his former rank.

He hadn’t anticipated the change in me after just a few days. "Quick, Darwin! Fetch Dr. Pierce at once!" he commanded, his voice sharp with concern.

Darwin Morales, a loyal Delta, nodded and rushed off. Some of the pack’s Omegas helped me onto the couch, and I spoke in a daze, "Thank you, Alpha Bennett, for supporting my education. Now that Musa’s legs are healed, I beg you to help me leave the territory."

Mohammad sat down slowly, his expression complex. "I hoped that once Musa recovered, you two would solidify your mate bond. But as soon as Sloan appeared, it was as if he was bewitched, treating you with such cruelty."

"I feel deeply guilty, Azaria. I was the one who sent you with the herbs for Sloan. I didn’t think Musa would hold that against you..."

I shook my head, "It’s all in the past. There’s no need to strain your relationship with your grandson over this."

Just then, Musa’s towering figure materialized in the doorway, his alpha aura filling the room. His smile was disarming, but his words were like frost. "I hear you went straight to my grandfather to whine as soon as you got back. How shameless!"

"Do you plan to exploit his sympathy for more secretive schemes?"

His gaze swept over me, full of disdain and contempt. Mohammad pounded his cane on the ground. "Musa, how could you speak to your Luna like that?"

Musa sneered, "She’s no longer my Luna, Grandfather. This deceitful she-wolf isn’t as innocent as she seems!"

At that moment, Darwin returned with Dr. Boaz Pierce, the pack’s Healer. Mohammad directed, "Dr. Pierce, please look after Azaria. Her injuries are severe."

As Dr. Pierce moved closer, Musa stepped in. "Look after what? Just a minor injury. All she does is act like a victim to gain sympathy. Come with me."

He grabbed my arm roughly, his alpha tone sharp, causing me to collapse in pain. Mohammad frowned and reprimanded, "Stop this nonsense. Let the Healer assess her injuries. You should go home. Once Dr. Pierce is finished, I’ll send Azaria back."

Musa wanted to argue, but Mohammad’s stern gaze silenced him. With suppressed anger, Musa issued one last warning, "Azaria, you must be home by nine tonight! Sloan’s health is fragile, and she can’t sleep without the calming tea you prepare. If you mess this up, don’t expect mercy from me."

Without another word, he turned and left, his dominance lingering in the air. "Ungrateful pup!" Mohammad exclaimed, dropping his cane to the floor in frustration, his hands still trembling.

I observed everything like a puppet, numb and tinged with pain. Dr. Pierce administered a sedative, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, night had fallen. I was dressed in clean clothes, and the evidence of my ordeal had been washed away. Giselle Washington, a kind-hearted Omega, came to offer me soup and went to summon Mohammad.

"Azaria, I know everything. Musa, that ungrateful grandson, not only hurt you but also didn’t spare your pup," Mohammad said, his voice heavy with sorrow.

He sighed, looking at my abdomen with regret. "Since our five-year agreement has ended, it’s time I fulfill my promise to help you leave."

"However, before you go, there’s one last thing I need from you."

"What is it?" I asked, looking up at him.

He handed me a sleek, black recording pen. "I need you to expose Sloan’s true nature within three days. Once done, I’ll ensure you can leave."