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

“This bastard—” Wanda began, her tone shifting.

I squeezed Wanda’s hand and gave her a look that said we needed to stay calm. She nodded, keeping her anger in check.

Hugh rolled down the car window and said, “What’s going on here? I hope you’re not up to anything sneaky.”

I tightened my grip on my fists and jaw. “None of your business.” That’s when I noticed Kathleen sitting in the backseat. My patience was wearing thin.

“Hey, Lacey,” Kathleen said with a saccharine sweetness that made my skin crawl. “Frankie’s been crying all day. He’s sick and wants a robot toy. Hugh mentioned Drew had one, so I thought I could borrow it.”

“No way. You’re not touching Drew’s stuff!” I snapped, not backing down.

“Lacey, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a toy. Drew would love to share,” Hugh said, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up! You don’t get to decide that!” I shot back.

Kathleen then tried to play the sympathy card. “Lacey, I get it, you’re not thrilled about Hugh and me, but Frankie is really sick.” I had to hold myself back from losing it.

Hugh sighed and said, “Alright, I knew you’d be unreasonable. We’ll just get a new one, Kath, don’t worry.”

“But… it’s a limited edition and it’s pretty expensive,” Kathleen said, batting her eyes.

“I’ll handle it,” Hugh said, looking at her with that annoying reassured smile.

Seeing them so cozy together felt like a knife to the heart, so I snapped, “Hugh, who’s really your son here—Frankie or Drew? It’s getting confusing.”

“Lacey, stop making a scene. I’m not dealing with this right now,” Hugh said, rolling up the window. The car pulled away and I yelled after it, “You’ll regret this, Hugh! I swear you will!”

Wanda stayed close, soothing me as I shouted until my voice was almost gone. Eventually, some Omegas who’d heard the noise helped me back to my room.

The next morning, I felt a bit better. I had cried all I could and now it was time to take action. I picked out my best dress, did my hair and put on makeup. Today, I was determined to find the best lawyer to discuss divorce and figure out how to come out on top.

It was tough to think about splitting up, especially since werewolves are supposed to have only one true mate for life. What if the Moon Goddess cursed me? But honestly, Hugh and I never had that deep mate bond—it was more about infatuation and duty from the start.

I first met Hugh when we were pups. He was found alone in the forest near our pack house, looking lost and battered. His pack had been attacked and most of his family was killed. His parents told him to run while they stayed behind to fight. Exhausted, Hugh collapsed under a tree and Kathleen and I found him.

I ran back to the house, gasping for breath and begged my dad, the old Alpha, to help him.

After some pack members checked on Hugh, they brought him to the infirmary. At first, he was on high alert, refusing to let anyone near and even trying to lash out. But when my dad stepped in, Hugh recognized him as the Alpha of the allied pack.

Hugh opened up about everything and my dad quickly got some of our strongest members together to check out Hugh’s pack, hoping to rescue anyone who might have survived. At the same time, he stationed another group at our base to keep us safe.

A few days later, my dad returned with grim news. There were no survivors and everything was reduced to ashes. It was a brutal ambush and my dad had to work with other Alphas to track down the culprits.

Physically, Hugh recovered quickly, but mentally, he was a mess. The shock of losing his entire pack in a single night was overwhelming.

While my dad was busy coordinating with other Alphas, I spent a lot of time with Hugh, trying to help him recover. My mom and I took turns caring for him. I felt deeply for him and wanted to support him as much as I could. But I later realized that my constant presence was actually overwhelming him. Hugh had always been a lone wolf and despite my good intentions, my attempts to include him in our pack’s activities only made things worse.

Over time, Hugh really started to shine. He got faster, stronger and smarter—where most werewolves took 10 seconds to sprint around the field, Hugh nailed it in 5. His stamina was incredible; he could keep going for days, like when he escaped that ambush. And he was sharp too, always coming up with solid strategies in our battle simulations.

After months of planning and negotiating, my dad finally got support from six nearby packs to go after the Boldtail Pack, which were responsible for the attack. Hugh was determined to join in, even though my dad was worried about his age. But Hugh was adamant.

One dark night, with only the moon lighting their way, they set off for battle. I was scared to death and didn’t want to see anyone get hurt, but I knew Hugh had to fight for his pack.

I ran up to the highest hill, watching them leave and I prayed to the Moon Goddess. “Moon Goddess, please protect my pack and everyone going into battle, especially my dad and Hugh. I’d give anything for their safety,” I prayed, my eyes squeezed shut. I kept praying until I felt like I’d done enough. Then, the moon started to shine brighter, so bright I had to close my eyes again.

Is that a sign from the Moon Goddess, or am I just seeing things?