The Alpha's New Year Resolution

The confetti fell around me like ash, each piece a reminder of the celebration I wasn't part of. My legs moved without my permission, carrying me forward through the crowd of congratulating pack members. The pregnancy test lay forgotten behind me, crushed under someone's designer heel.

"Greyson."

My voice cracked his name like a whip across the celebration. Conversations died in ripples around us as heads turned, sensing the tension that suddenly electrified the air. Greyson looked up from Sarah's tear-streaked face, his gray eyes finding mine across the sea of shocked expressions.

For a moment—just a heartbeat—I saw something flicker there. Panic? Guilt? But it vanished so quickly I might have imagined it.

"Maya?" Sarah's voice was breathless with confusion, her left hand still extended to show off the massive diamond that caught the light like captured stars. "What are you—"

"What about me?" The words tore from my throat, raw and desperate. The crowd pressed closer, sensing drama, their wolf instincts drawn to conflict like moths to flame. "What about us? What about our child?"

The silence that followed was deafening. Even the music had stopped, leaving only the distant sound of fireworks outside and my own ragged breathing. Greyson's face went through a series of micro-expressions—surprise, calculation, and finally, cold dismissal.

"Our child?" His voice carried that Alpha authority that usually made my knees weak. Now it felt like ice water in my veins. "What fantasy have you been living in, Maya?"

Sarah's hand dropped from his arm, her blue eyes darting between us with growing understanding and horror. The crowd murmured, phones appearing as pack members began recording what was clearly about to become pack gossip for months.

"Yesterday," I whispered, my voice barely audible but somehow carrying in the charged silence. "Yesterday you told me you loved me. You said—"

"I said a lot of things." Greyson stepped away from Sarah, moving toward me with predatory grace. Each footstep echoed on the marble floor like a death knell. "But surely even someone like you understands the difference between entertainment and reality."

The words hit me like physical blows. Someone like me. The dismissal in his tone, the way he looked at me now—like I was something distasteful he'd stepped in—made my wolf whimper and retreat deep inside my chest.

"You're pregnant?" Sarah's voice cut through the tension, high and sharp with disbelief. "Maya, how could you—with him? He's my—"

"Your what?" I spun toward my stepsister, desperation making me reckless. "Your mate? Since when? Since tonight? Because three days ago he was in my bed, telling me I was his everything!"

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Someone's champagne glass shattered against the floor. The sound seemed to snap something inside Greyson, and when he spoke again, his voice carried the full weight of his Alpha power.

"Enough." The word reverberated through the room, pressing down on every wolf present. My knees buckled slightly under the force of it, but I fought to stay standing. "You want to know what you are to me, Maya? What you've always been?"

He was close enough now that I could smell his cologne, the same scent that had clung to my sheets just yesterday. Close enough to see the cruel twist of his lips, the way his gray eyes had gone cold and flat.

"You're a wolfless freak living on charity." Each word was precise, calculated to cause maximum damage. "A pathetic omega who threw herself at an Alpha and convinced herself it meant something. Did you really think someone like me would choose someone like you?"

The crowd pressed closer, their excitement palpable. This was better than any reality show, better than any pack drama they'd witnessed before. I could feel their judgment, their whispered comments about how they'd always known I didn't belong.

"But the baby—" I tried one last time, my hand instinctively moving to my still-flat stomach.

"What baby?" Greyson's laugh was sharp and humorless. "If there even is one, it's nothing but a bastard mistake. A reminder of a few nights when I was bored and you were convenient."

Sarah made a small sound of distress, but she didn't move to defend me. None of them did. They just watched, hungry for the spectacle of my destruction.

"Sarah is everything you're not," Greyson continued, his voice growing stronger, more confident as he played to his audience. "Pure bloodline, perfect breeding, worthy of being Luna. You? You're not even worthy of being her servant."

The humiliation burned through me like acid, eating away at every tender moment we'd shared, every whispered promise, every gentle touch. I wanted to run, to disappear, to wake up from this nightmare. But my feet remained rooted to the marble floor.

"As Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack," Greyson's voice took on the formal cadence of pack law, and my blood turned to ice. "I hereby reject any claim Maya Winters believes she has on me or my bloodline."

The formal rejection hit me like a physical blow, my wolf crying out in anguish deep inside my chest. But he wasn't finished.

"Furthermore," he continued, his Alpha power building in the air around us like a storm, "I command you to kneel."

The Alpha Command slammed into me with the force of a freight train. My legs gave out instantly, my knees hitting the marble with a crack that echoed through the silent room. Pain shot up my thighs, but it was nothing compared to the agony of having my will stripped away, my body forced to submit against every instinct.

"Look at her," Greyson addressed the crowd, his voice carrying clearly over my bowed head. "This is what happens to those who forget their place. Who dare to reach above their station."

Tears dripped onto the marble beneath me, each drop a piece of my shattered heart. I tried to fight the command, to lift my head, to stand, but the Alpha power held me fast.

"Maya Winters," Greyson's voice boomed with finality, "you are hereby banished from the Crescent Moon Pack territory. You have until sunrise to leave our lands. If you're found here after dawn, you'll be hunted as a rogue."

The formal banishment settled over me like a death sentence. Banished wolves rarely survived alone, especially not pregnant ones. Especially not wolfless ones like me.

The crowd erupted in shocked murmurs, but no one protested. No one spoke in my defense. I was truly alone, kneeling on the cold marble floor while confetti continued to fall around me like snow on a grave.