The Luna Ceremony That Broke Our Bond

Amos’s piercing amber eyes bore into her, his Alpha aura radiating an intimidating mix of frustration and impatience. His broad shoulders tensed under the weight of the situation, his voice sharp and commanding.

"None of us have wronged you; we’re all just caught in a situation beyond our control."

His tone softened slightly, though it still carried the authority of an Alpha addressing a subordinate. "Besides, your sister is seriously ill and doesn’t have much time left. Why are you arguing with someone who’s living on borrowed time?"

"But I'm the one who's sick," Elsie said, her voice trembling as she struggled to meet his gaze.

Amos’s expression darkened, his lips curling into a frown. His towering frame seemed to loom over her, the dominance of his Alpha aura pressing down on her. "Are you really using this to seek attention?"

Elsie let out a bitter laugh, her voice rising with hysteria.

"Yes, yes, I’m the dramatic one, while you’re all so noble and innocent."

Her words grew sharper, each syllable laced with pain and anger, as if they could cut through the mate bond that still lingered between them.

"One person makes mistakes because of medication, and another selflessly gets pregnant for the Alpha’s sake, hahaha..."

Amos’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. The Alpha tone in his voice deepened, a clear warning. "Enough, Elsie."

But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The betrayal, the humiliation—it all spilled out in a torrent of words.

Finally, Amos turned on his heel, his heavy boots thudding against the floor as he stormed out, slamming the door behind him with a force that reverberated through the pack house.

After the marking ceremony, Naomi and Dilan publicly disowned Elsie.

They painted her as the one who had come between the Alpha and his rightful Luna, using their status as respected elders of the Silver Moon Pack to tarnish her name.

Giovanna, now the Luna, appeared on a popular pack talk show.

On the show, she spoke with grace and poise, her words carefully chosen to twist the narrative in her favor.

She recounted countless moments of Amos’s devotion to her: how he had prepared extravagant Christmas gifts for her, even catching up on the years before they had met.

She shared how Amos had dropped everything to take her to see the northern lights after she casually mentioned it.

And how, even when she had a mild cold, he would fuss over her, ensuring she felt loved and cared for.

Elsie’s hands trembled as she watched.

Amos had never treated her that way.

Only then did she realize she had been nothing more than a placeholder, a pawn in Giovanna’s game.

No wonder Giovanna had scoffed when Elsie had announced her relationship with Amos,

"You? Are you sure he loves you? Ha, you really lack self-awareness."

Giovanna had known all along that Amos was in love with her.

She had watched Elsie stumble through the dream Amos had spun for her, all the while enjoying the show.

Giovanna’s words had their intended effect.

The pack’s social media was flooded with scorn and accusations against Elsie.

"Who is this shameless sister who would even steal her own sibling’s mate?"

"Where did this competitive she-wolf come from? She’s really unbearable."

Amos did nothing.

He didn’t step forward to clear Elsie’s name, nor did he defend Giovanna.

His silence was a tacit approval of Giovanna’s actions, a clear message to the pack that Elsie was no longer under his protection.

Elsie locked herself in her room, her heart twisting in agony.

She wanted to set the record straight.

But her accounts were shut down, her access to the pack’s communication channels revoked.

Even her anonymous attempts to defend herself were blocked.

Every message she tried to send vanished into thin air.

That’s when a message from Naomi arrived.

“Don’t blame us; if anyone’s to blame, it’s you for causing a scene at the marking ceremony.”

“We had no other choice; otherwise, the pack would label Giovanna as the intruder.”

“This time you’ll just have to endure it. Come home tonight, and we’ll have a family dinner to make it up to you.”

Make it up to her? A meal as compensation?

How laughable and tragic.

Elsie didn’t want to go back.

But Naomi’s next message carried a veiled threat.

“You must come back; today is Giovanna’s first time visiting home after the marking ceremony. If you don’t come, the pack will think our family is falling apart.”

Naomi’s voice was calm, but beneath it lay a warning.

That was the real reason they wanted Elsie back.

Compensation was just a pretense.

Elsie had always wondered, am I really their child?

Why, when they are both their daughters, do they favor one so heavily over the other?

For so many years, she had been the one overlooked.

As much as they cherished Giovanna, they were indifferent to her.

Finally, she could hold it in no longer. “Am I really your child? Why do you want to hurt me?”

On the other side of the line, Naomi and Dilan were taken aback, about to voice their rebuke, but in the end, they swallowed their words.