The Luna Who Walked Away From Her Alpha

Presley’s pup celebration was in full swing, the grand hall of the Silver Pack’s estate buzzing with activity. Guests from neighboring packs had gathered, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they presented gifts and offered their congratulations. Mael, the Alpha of the Silver Pack, stood at the center of it all, his towering frame commanding attention as he clasped a delicate gold locket around Presley’s pup’s neck.

Presley, an Omega in Mael’s pack, was radiant, her hand resting possessively on Mael’s arm. “Thank you, Alpha,” she cooed, her voice dripping with gratitude. “I’m so thrilled.”

I stood apart from the crowd, Emmie nestled in my arms. I expected to feel a pang of jealousy, a flicker of bitterness, but there was nothing. Only a strange, hollow calm.

Presley noticed my silence and sauntered over, her smile sweet but her eyes sharp. “Just because Alpha Mael gave my pup a gold locket, don’t read too much into it,” she said, her tone light but laced with mockery. “There’s no need to be upset.”

I met her gaze evenly. “Wearing something so lavish only cheapens its worth.”

Mael, ever watchful, stepped forward, his hand gripping my arm tightly. His dominance pressed against me, a silent warning to behave. His touch was firm, almost painful, but I refused to flinch.

I pushed him away, my voice steady. “I’m not upset.”

“If I want something, I’ll buy it myself.”

Presley laughed, her voice carrying through the hall as she leaned into Mael. “You just can’t save face,” she sneered. “Even a smaller locket would be out of your league.”

Mael remained silent, his expression unreadable as he allowed Presley’s mockery to hang in the air. It was clear there was no reason for me to stay any longer.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the only cash I had—a crumpled $60 bill—and tossed it onto the table in front of them. “Consider this my gift. I’m leaving.”

Mael’s brow furrowed, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Why are you throwing a tantrum again? Come back!”

But this time, I ignored him. I turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd, the whispers of the pack members trailing after me as I walked out.

Returning to the Alpha’s house—it had never truly felt like my home—my suitcase was already packed and waiting in the living room. I looked around the lavish space, filled with expensive furniture and decor, and realized how little of it actually belonged to me.

Five years of being Luna, and what did I have to show for it? No designer clothes, no shoes that fit, not even a spiced honey cake to celebrate Emmie’s birth.

I picked up the framed photo from the bedside table. It was from our marking ceremony, Mael’s arm around me, his smile warm and genuine. I remembered the vows we’d exchanged, the way he’d looked at me like I was his world.

Now, he said marking me was his biggest regret. How had it come to this?

I grabbed a hammer from the drawer and smashed it against the glass frame. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, the photo splitting in two, just like Mael and me.

There was nothing left to hold onto. I grabbed my suitcase and made my way to the helipad where Philip, the Future Beta of the Red Pack and my brother, was waiting.

When Philip saw me, his eyes softened with relief. “Miss Sapphire, you finally came to your senses.”

He took in my appearance, his gaze lingering on the suitcase in my hand. “You’re nothing like the Luna you once were. It breaks my heart,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

I knew Philip meant well. When he saw Emmie in my arms, his eyes widened in surprise.

“The Lycan King will be thrilled. Let’s head back right away,” he said eagerly.

But I hesitated, thinking of Presley’s smug expression and Mael’s indifference. “Philip, could you watch Emmie for a bit? I need to pick up something before we leave, okay?”

After Philip agreed, I found myself at the jeweler’s in the heart of the city, selecting a protective charm for Emmie. The sales assistant, Ainara, a Delta from the Red Pack, helped me customize the design, her respect for my title evident in every word.

As I turned to leave, Mael appeared in the doorway, his presence looming as always. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the air between us crackled with tension.

Without a word, he approached me. “Step outside with me. I can’t afford to buy you anything,” he sneered, his Alpha tone sharp and cutting.

I shook off his grasp, my gaze steady and cold. “No need. I can manage on my own.”

I met his eyes, unflinching. “Have fun shopping with Omega Presley, won’t you, Alpha Mael?”

His jaw tightened, but I didn’t wait for a response. I turned and walked away, my head held high, the weight of his dominance fading with every step I took toward freedom.