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

It felt like my prayers were answered because, a week later, everyone came back, victorious and in high spirits. There were some injured soldiers, but everyone was alive. To celebrate, we threw a huge feast in the great hall. There was so much meat and delicious wine that it felt like the entire pack was enjoying the party for days. Everyone who had fought in the battle was hailed as a hero, including Hugh.

“Hear, hear!” My dad suddenly called out and the room fell silent. “In honor of our victory, all the warriors will be rewarded…”

“Auugh!!” The crowd erupted with happy howls before he could finish.

“And… for his bravery and resilience, I’m naming Hugh David, our newest pack member, as the new Alpha. He’ll be working with me to lead the pack for a few years before I officially hand over the position to him,” he added.

The room went quiet, especially among the male Gamma. Some looked displeased and others shot glares filled with hatred. Becoming Alpha is a big deal and many werewolves vie for that top spot. Normally, the Alpha was chosen from the family’s bloodline, but since my parents only had two daughters, there was always some tension about who would succeed. There were other strong candidates, but nobody expected a new member to come in and steal the spotlight.

Hugh remained expressionless. It was hard to tell if he was thrilled, nervous, or just indifferent. The looks and cheers from the pack didn’t seem to affect him much.

After that, my dad told everyone to keep the party going and the awkwardness faded as the crowd’s cheers and joy returned.

From that point on, Hugh slowly took over as the new Alpha. It wasn’t smooth sailing—he had to deal with a few challenges from other werewolves who wanted his spot. But he managed to fend them off and cement his position.

My parents treated him like family. Before my mom passed away, she asked Hugh to marry me, her eldest daughter. He agreed and I was over the moon, thinking he might like me too. I’d had a crush on him from the first day he showed up, which was why I always tried to be close to him. Sadly, he didn’t feel the same way. A few months after we got married, he told me he actually had feelings for my younger sister, Kathleen. But she was about to mate with another Alpha and move to his pack.

So that was how I ended up in this loveless marriage. I felt terrible for my son, Drew. He didn’t ask for any of this and I felt like I’d dragged him into a bad situation.

I shook off those old feelings as I walked into the consultant’s office. What’s past is past—I needed to focus on what’s next and plan for the future.

Talking to the consultant about everything—Drew’s death, Hugh’s affair with Kathleen and the neglect—made me feel a bit lighter, like a huge weight had been lifted. He gave me some advice and reassurance, saying that if I took this to court, I would probably win.

In our court system, divorce wasn’t common because marriage was considered sacred. But if one partner cheated and neglected their kids, it was almost guaranteed that the jury would grant the divorce and punish the guilty party.

I handed over a hefty fee for the consultant’s time. It was a lot for just an hour, but he was top-notch and I knew the payoff from winning the case would be worth it.

I glanced at my phone—it was still noon and I had the whole day ahead. To pass the time, I opened Instagram. Kathleen’s story popped up right away; she’d posted just 15 minutes ago. I sighed and clicked on it, seeing a gorgeous view from a hill. She’d captioned it, [So beautiful! Thanks for taking us for a picnic here, H.]

I felt a surge of anger. That jerk had broken his promise to Drew and was now taking Kathleen and her kid to the same spot. My wolf was itching to lash out, but I forced myself to stay calm. “Let me just tear him apart!” my wolf raged. “No, we need to be smart. Calm down and let me handle it,” I said, taking a deep breath.

I wondered how Hugh would react if he knew Drew was gone for good. I wanted to hit him where it hurt the most, so I needed to plan this out carefully.

I reached out to some Omegas and Betas to set up a big party. We would invite everyone in the pack and even the neighboring packs.

Then I called Hugh and he picked up right away. “I’m throwing a party for Drew and inviting a lot of people. I hope you can make it,” I said.

“Yeah, sure. Just let me know the date,” he replied.

“Don’t bail on me this time. I’m inviting other Alphas too, so your reputation’s on the line.”

Once I had his commitment, I moved on to the next task. “Rafael, can you collect some of Drew’s burial soil and put it in a jar? And make sure no one finds out where he’s buried,” I said in another call.

“Got it, Luna,” Rafael responded without asking questions, then hung up.