The Alpha’s Silent Vow

Nalani Wheeler stood between Olivia Lewis and Kyson Baker, glancing from one to the other, her usually confident demeanor faltering. As a Gamma warrior of the Blood Moon Pack, Nalani was accustomed to holding her ground, but this time, even she seemed disoriented. Olivia, the daughter of a former Gamma warrior from the Silver Moon Pack, had always admired Nalani’s poise—until now. If Olivia hadn’t caught a glimpse of Nalani’s disdain in a fleeting vision, she might never have seen the darkness hidden beneath her best friend’s cheerful facade.

The tension in the room was palpable. Olivia wasn’t directly responsible for the awkwardness, yet the weight of the pack’s judgment seemed to fall squarely on her shoulders. Mathias Rodriguez, a Delta warrior of the Blood Moon Pack, shoved his chair aside and marched over, his irritation sharp and biting. “Olivia,” he snapped, his tone laced with barely concealed disdain, “don’t push it too far. It was just supposed to be a joke, but you’ve turned it into something awkward, haven’t you?”

Olivia’s lips pressed into a thin line. This was their idea of a joke, and she was the one who had borne the brunt of it. Yet here she was, being chastised for not being able to shrug it off. Mathias’s remarks always had a cutting edge, filled with sly digs meant to undermine her. Initially, Olivia had thought it was just his way of interacting, but she soon realized he reserved this treatment solely for her.

As the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, Olivia had never truly been embraced by Kyson’s inner circle. Ignoring Mathias’s harsh tone, she kept her focus on Kyson. The Alpha, towering and commanding, finally grasped the gravity of her words. A sardonic laugh escaped his lips, cold and mocking.

With icy precision, Kyson seized Nalani’s arm and drew her into his embrace. His dark eyes locked on Olivia’s, a vindictive gleam shining through. “Alright,” he said, his voice dripping with venom, “if that’s what you want. Don’t come to regret this.”

Then, he leaned down and kissed Nalani passionately, his lips claiming hers with a raw intensity that left no room for doubt. The chandelier above cast a dramatic spotlight over the scene, illuminating every detail. Nalani’s initial resistance melted away as her arms wound around Kyson’s neck, her posture surrendering to his dominance.

The room erupted in gasps, followed by the eager sounds of pack members reaching for their phones to capture the moment. Olivia, standing closest, saw every intimate detail—the way Kyson’s hands gripped Nalani, the way Nalani’s body bent backward under the force of his kiss. It was a display of power, of possession, and it cut Olivia deeper than any words could.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Deep inside, a tender part of her shattered quietly. Something precious she had kept hidden broke when Kyson kissed Nalani, disregarding her completely.

With a sharp intake of breath, Olivia braced herself. Her eyes closed tightly, her face stripped of emotion as she turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind the whispers and judgment of the pack. The weight of her mate’s betrayal pressed heavily on her chest, but she refused to let it break her. Not here. Not in front of them.