Shattered Luna Rejected Her Alpha

I knew the real reason Musa and Sloan were separated back then. Sloan, an Omega from a modest pack, was transparent to *Alpha* Mohammad Bennett in a way his grandson couldn’t see. After investigating her history, *Alpha* Mohammad offered her a significant sum to leave. But Sloan took the money and refused to go, claiming she was pregnant and demanding to be mated to Musa.

The Bennett Pack, one of the most powerful in New York, could never allow someone like her to join. *Alpha* Mohammad, considering the pup, was willing to let Musa keep her separate from the pack. But Musa wouldn’t accept that; he was ready to cut ties with his family to mate her.

While planning to elope, a hunting accident left Musa with a severely injured leg. When Sloan found out, she showed no concern for his condition; instead, she approached *Alpha* Mohammad to negotiate. She told him that, for a price, she would abort the pup and disappear. *Alpha* Mohammad knew someone like her carrying the Bennett heir would be disastrous. Ultimately, I was tasked with giving her a pill personally before she got her money.

Sloan left, and *Alpha* Mohammad knew that the double blow of losing his mate and becoming disabled was too much for Musa, so he lied, telling him that Sloan was sent to another pack to study. Meanwhile, I was responsible for treating Musa’s injuries.

Having trained as a Healer under my grandfather’s guidance, a pack tragedy left me orphaned in my teenage years, but it was *Alpha* Mohammad’s sponsorship that allowed me to continue my studies. I spent five years repaying that debt.

When Musa woke up, he showed no sign of missing Sloan. Instead, as I treated him, our feelings for each other grew. He eagerly cooperated with his treatment. I dedicated myself to his care, attending every therapy session, preparing every herbal remedy, and giving every massage.

As emotions intensified, he would kiss me until I was breathless and say, “I can’t wait to heal and give you a grand marking ceremony.” At that moment, I truly believed he had moved on from Sloan, and we would spend our lives together as mates.

But once he was able to walk, he sneaked out to see Sloan. After that, everything changed. It didn’t matter that I was carrying his pup or that I had healed his injuries and repaid five years of gratitude. None of it mattered compared to the hold his “first mate” had over him.

Recently, he brought Sloan back despite *Alpha* Mohammad’s objections. The humiliation he inflicted on me increased. He forced me to witness their intimacy and listen to their sounds of pleasure. It was only when Sloan insulted me, saying I was a curse to my late parents, that I snapped and retorted. This led to me being thrown into the ocean with a broken leg, resulting in the loss of my pup.

I was exhausted, soul-weary. Had I known loving Musa would cut so deeply, I would have locked my heart away and lived in solitude.

My thoughts returned to the present as I gripped the voice recorder in my hand, tears welling up. “Yes, I’ll do my best!” I replied firmly.

*Alpha* Mohammad nodded, arranging for a Delta to take me back to the pack estate. As soon as we arrived, the guard approached with a regretful look. “*Alpha* Musa said you can’t enter in a wheelchair. And he also said…”

“If you haven’t made the calming tea by nine, Buddy will be thrown from the third floor.”

Buddy was my cherished wolf pup. Numb from the pain, I climbed off the wheelchair and crawled step by painstaking step through the agony.

When I finally reached the packhouse’s entrance, my clothes were drenched in sweat, and my arms scraped raw from dragging myself. Musa appeared with Sloan in his arms.

From his lofty position, he gazed down at me. “Decided to come back? You ran to *Alpha* Mohammad, and now you need to apologize to Sloan. Once done, get to brewing the tea. Miss the deadline, and you’ll face the consequences!”

Bearing the pain and humiliation, I swallowed my pride. “I’m sorry, *Miss White*.”

Seeing my capitulation, Musa smiled as if satisfied by my defeat. Turning to Sloan, he kissed her lightly, “Are you satisfied, my dear?”

“Hmm, I won’t hold it against her this time,” Sloan replied with a seductive smirk, only to “accidentally” crush my fingers under her high heel. The sharp pain nearly made me faint.

Sloan feigned ignorance and continued, “Musa, she’s lingering around. Clearly, she’s trying to keep me up all night.”

Musa coldly tossed a crutch at me. “Stop dawdling and go make the tea!”

I staggered up, leaning heavily on the crutch, and slowly made my way to the kitchen. Each step felt like walking on blades, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.

Barely managing to finish the calming tea before the deadline, I was just about to deliver it when a dull thud interrupted me. My heart sank, a dreadful premonition seizing me. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I hobbled towards the sound’s origin as quickly as I could.

What I saw in the garden was horrifying...