The Luna's Vengeance: Alpha's Fall from Grace

When I finally looked up, an Omega was hurrying over. “What happened, Luna?” she asked, noticing the broken glass and spilled water.

Before I could say anything, Hugh’s face appeared and he wasn’t happy. “What’s going on here, Lacey? Are you out of your mind?” he said, hands on his hips.

I shot him a look and stormed off to my room. “You’re a mad woman!” I heard him yell after me.

I collapsed onto my bed, buried my face in the pillow and let the tears come. All I could think about was my sweet, smart baby who I couldn’t save. I wished I could’ve taken away his pain, but there was only so much I could do.

I exhausted myself by crying my heart out and I finally fell asleep. A knock on the door woke me up. “Luna Lacey, it’s lunchtime. You skipped breakfast. Please eat this,” I heard the Omega say, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“Please, Luna. Alpha will be upset if you don’t eat and get sick,” she pleaded.

Not wanting to cause more trouble, I dragged myself to the door and opened it. On the tray was a plate of steak and a glass of water. She set them down and left. I asked if Hugh was still around and she said he had gone out shortly after I shut myself in, only coming back to grab a few things.

I nodded and she left. I barely touched the food and went back to bed. For the next few days, all I did was cry, sleep, eat a little and go to the bathroom. I didn’t bother with washing up or taking care of myself.

I felt like there was no point in living anymore. Just as I was sinking deeper into that despair, someone knocked on the door again. “I already ate, leave me alone!” I shouted, my voice cracking. I was so tired that I might’ve just starved myself if I could.

“Lacey, it’s me, Wanda.”

I hesitated for a moment before finally opening the door. Wanda rushed in and enveloped me in a tight hug, her own tears soaking into my shoulder. We’d been best friends since we were kids and even though she was a Beta and I was an Alpha, our friendship had always been strong. We’d been there for each other through everything.

I cried too, but this time it was a mix of sadness and a bit of relief. It felt good to know that someone still truly cared about me. “Lacey, I’m so sorry, I just heard about Drew,” Wanda said, her voice trembling as she rubbed my back.

After we both calmed down, we started talking. Wanda explained that she hadn’t been able to reach me on the phone for days. When she tried to visit, the Omegas told her I was too sick to see anyone. Wanda sensed something was wrong and kept pushing for answers. They were too scared to tell her anything—I'd made it clear not to mention Drew’s death to anyone, including Hugh.

Eventually, Wanda ran into Rafael. He was the one who helped with the ceremony and had been staying here to keep an eye on me while Hugh was off doing his thing. Wanda and Rafael had a past together, so Rafael finally filled her in on what happened, but made her promise not to tell anyone else.

Listening to my story again, Wanda’s eyes filled with tears. She cursed Hugh and Kathleen under her breath. “Don’t worry, we’ll make them pay. I’m going to help you, I swear.”

She told me to hang in there and promised she’d come up with a plan for me. We ended up talking for over an hour—time really flew by with her here, compared to when I was alone. She even brought some of our favorite snacks: donuts and chocolates.

Seeing that I was starting to feel a bit better, Wanda insisted I take a shower. “Lacey, you smell awful! I’m sure Drew wouldn’t want his mom to stink,” she teased. Her playful jabs made me laugh for the first time in days. I threw a pillow at her and headed to the bathroom. A fresh shower was exactly what I needed.

As the water washed over me, it felt like I was shedding my sadness and heartache. With each drop, I felt a new sense of determination. Drew might be gone, but I was going to make Hugh and Kathleen pay for what they’d done.

When I emerged, I felt like a new person. “Finally, you don’t look like a wreck!” Wanda said with a grin. Despite her bluntness, Wanda had always been kind and had a way of making me laugh. After I changed into clean clothes, we went downstairs. The maids had prepared a feast and they seemed relieved to see me eating again. I dug into everything—chicken drumsticks, pastas and various meats. Wanda laughed and said, “Slow down, Lacey! You’ll choke yourself!”

About ten minutes later, our plates were cleared and our stomachs were full. I walked Wanda to the gate, feeling a lot better. “Thanks for everything, Wanda. I’d still be in bed if it weren’t for you.”

“No need to thank me. I’d do the same for you, just like you did for me last year,” she replied, smiling. Wanda had lost a baby last year and I stayed with her to help her through that tough time.

“I’ll come back tomorrow,” she promised. As we hugged goodbye, a car suddenly pulled up in front of us.