The Alpha Claimed His Luna's Killer

Angelica Burke awoke late, the morning sun already high in the sky. Savannah, her loyal Omega, was quick to attend to her, smoothing out the creases in her elegant dress.

“Congratulations, my Luna,” Savannah said with a sly smile, her eyes darting to the faint marks on Angelica’s neck. “The Alpha’s affection for you is clear. It’s only a matter of time before you bear his heir.”

Angelica’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, but it faltered as she frowned in confusion. “Last night… what exactly happened? I can’t seem to recall.”

Savannah knelt at her feet, her tone reassuring. “My Luna, you’ve never been one for drink. It’s no wonder you’re a little hazy. I stood guard outside your chamber all night. The Alpha only left at dawn, just before his morning meetings. He instructed us not to disturb you, saying you’d earned your rest.”

Angelica’s skepticism softened, though a flicker of doubt remained. “He really said that?”

“Of course, my Luna,” Savannah affirmed. “I would never lie to you. The Alpha holds you in high regard.”

A faint blush crept across Angelica’s cheeks as she let out a soft laugh. “My father was so worried that Ambrose would never get over that… that Omega. But now it’s clear that I’m far more important to him. He was only drawn to her because of their time in that rogue pack. With me by his side, he’ll forget she ever existed.”

Savannah was quick to agree. “That stray could never compare to you, my Luna. The Alpha is a man, after all, and what man doesn’t appreciate beauty? She was nothing more than a faded memory, not worthy of even a glance in your direction.”

I watched them from the shadows, my presence unseen but my emotions raw. Even in death, I couldn’t escape Angelica’s relentless comparisons. She had everything—the title, the position, Ambrose—yet she still felt the need to diminish me.

“Oh, one more thing,” Angelica said suddenly, her tone sharp. “Find out if that Omega had any family.”

I stiffened, my ghostly form trembling. At six years old, I’d been pulled from a pile of rogues. I had no memory of any family. Ambrose had been my world, my only comfort. But now, as the Alpha, he was surrounded by betas, warriors, and Angelica as his Luna. He wasn’t mine anymore.

Drifting alone through the pack’s territory, I’d grown lonely. So, when Angelica mentioned finding my family, a small part of me felt a flicker of hope.

“If you find them,” Angelica continued, her voice cold, “kill them all. I won’t tolerate any loose ends.”

My brief excitement evaporated, replaced by a chilling dread. If this was her plan, then I prayed she never found them. Though I’d never met them, I wished for their safety. They didn’t deserve to suffer because of me.

Angelica spent the morning waiting for Ambrose, her gaze frequently drifting to the door. “He should be done with his meetings by now,” she murmured, her impatience growing.

Savannah tried to soothe her. “My Luna, I’ve heard the Alpha is still in discussions with the betas.”

By midday, Ambrose still hadn’t arrived. Angelica sent a messenger to invite him for lunch, but he declined, citing pack responsibilities.

The table of meticulously prepared dishes was overturned in a fit of rage. Angelica sat in silence, her face a mask of frustration as Savannah attempted to console her.

I thought she might wait all day, but surprisingly, Angelica’s mood shifted. “The Alpha is a busy man,” she said, almost to herself. “It’s only natural.”

She retired to her bed, instructing Savannah, “If the Alpha comes, be sure to wake me.”

But as night fell, Ambrose never appeared.