The Alpha Betrayed His Moon-Blessed Mate

The scent of blood and fear hung heavy in the air as I watched my mother, Luna Adley Simmons, collapse under the weight of the rogue werewolves attacking her. Her once radiant aura, a testament to her healing gifts, had dimmed to a faint flicker, her body frail and lifeless against the cold stone floor. I gritted my teeth, the pain in my wrists sharp as I slammed the chains against the wall, over and over, until the metal finally gave way.

Zaria Morales, the rogue who had been taken in by our pack, stood with my father, Alpha Derrick Rivera, and my uncle, Beta Zen Cruz. She covered her face, feigning disgust as she leaned into my uncle’s shoulder. “How repulsive,” she murmured, her voice dripping with mockery. “She doesn’t even look like a wolf anymore.”

My uncle’s gaze was cold, devoid of the warmth he’d once shown my mother. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he ordered, “Enough of this. Begin the extraction. We’ve had our fun.”

My father, his hand resting protectively on Zaria’s, added casually, “I’ve heard the essence of a blessed healer makes for a powerful scent enhancer. And the heart—perfect for a strengthening elixir. Let’s save the essence for Zaria to use.”

My uncle nodded eagerly. “Brilliant idea! Zaria mentioned just the other day that her scent needed enhancing.”

Zaria batted her lashes, clinging to their arms like a spoiled pup. “You’re both so thoughtful! I can’t believe you remembered something so trivial.”

My father’s smile was cruel as he turned to the pack warriors. “Proceed. Make her into nothing.”

I watched in horror as the warriors approached my mother, a container in hand. My heart pounded, my vision blurring with tears as I threw myself forward, breaking free from the remnants of the chains. My body ached, my wounds reopening with every step, leaving a trail of blood behind me.

I flung myself over my mother, shielding her with my own body, screaming, “Stop! This is my mother! The Luna of the Rivera Pack!”

My father’s eyes narrowed, his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a suffocating weight. “Cadence,” he barked, his voice sharp with authority. “This is not the time for your childish antics. Move!”

I clung to my mother, her skin icy despite the summer heat, and cried out, “This is her! Father, Uncle, please! This is your mate, your sister!”

Zaria pouted, her voice dripping with false innocence. “Alpha, the Luna is at the healing sanctuary today. How could she be here? Cadence is lying again, and now she’s accusing me!”

My father grabbed me, his grip bruising as he dragged me away from my mother and threw me onto the raised platform. “Look at what your mother has turned you into,” he sneered. “Disrespectful, disobedient. You’ve crossed the line this time, Cadence. Go home.”

His words cut deeper than any wound. I struggled against him, but his Alpha tone left me trembling, powerless to resist. “No!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “You can’t do this to her!”

The warriors moved forward, their expressions blank as they prepared to carry out the order. I thrashed, trying to break free, but my uncle stepped in, grabbing the back of my shirt and hauling me up like a misbehaving pup.

“Cadence, be a good girl,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “Don’t ruin Zaria’s mood, or your mother will have to punish you when we get back.”

The pain in my scalp was excruciating as he held me by my hair, my body dangling helplessly. I could no longer cry, my voice trapped in my throat as I watched the warriors approach my mother, their hands steady and their eyes cold.

And then, my wolf stirred within me, a quiet but furious presence. *We’ll make them pay,* it whispered, its voice dark with promise. *Every last one of them.*