The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Claimed by the Rogue King

I dressed quickly and left for the Alpha's house. The moment I stepped inside, my stomach twisted.

Everyone was there. My stepmother, my stepsister, my father. Melissa, Darius and his father. All of them... in one room. Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

My eyes instinctively went to Melissa. I trusted her-or at least, I thought I did. But seeing her standing with them, aligned with people who had never wanted me, made something cold settle in my chest.

My stepmother hated me because of my mother. Because she had an affair with my father, her husband which resulted in my birth. And she made sure my stepsister did too.

My father... he just watched. He once told me being wolfless made me less than human.

I never asked to be born. Never asked to be the result of his affair with my mother. But somehow, I was the one punished for it.

"Hello, Eden," Luna Emilia said, her voice calm but heavy with authority. "Something has been brought to our attention."

"Hello, Luna. Hello, Alpha," I replied quietly.

The Alpha didn't respond. He only gave a slight nod. He had never truly acknowledged me-not even as Melissa's friend.

"My daughter brought us something concerning," the Luna continued. "And given the severity of adultery in this pack, I want to give you a chance to explain yourself before punishment is decided."

My heart dropped. My mother was punished because of this, and died because of it.

"Adultery?" I repeated. "Luna, what are you talking about? Melissa-what is she talking about?"

I turned to her, searching her face.

She wouldn't look at me. The Luna stepped forward and handed me a set of pictures. My fingers trembled as I looked down. And everything inside me went still.

It was me.

Naked and In bed with a man I had never seen before.

"No..." I whispered, my breath catching. "This-this isn't real. I've never seen this man in my life!"

My voice rose in panic as I turned to Melissa.

"Melissa, what is this? Where did you get this? Why are you doing this?" My voice cracked. "You know me. Better than anyone here-you know I would never do something like this!"

She finally looked at me. But there was no warmth in her eyes.

"I thought I knew you," she said coldly. "But clearly, I didn't. Cheating on Darius? The Beta's son?" She shook her head. "You deserve whatever punishment comes."

For a moment, I couldn't speak..I just stared at her. My best friend.

Then I turned to Darius.

"You don't believe this... do you?" I asked, my voice barely holding together. "I've only ever been with you."

He leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable.

"The evidence is in your hands," he said. "Looks pretty clear to me. Seems like you've been sleeping around behind my back."

"This is fake!" I insisted. "The pictures are doctored!"

Melissa let out a sharp laugh. "Are you calling me a liar? Why would I fake something like this? You're my friend." Her tone twisted. "Or at least, I thought you were. I just couldn't ignore your... behavior. Darius deserved the truth."

"Don't mind her," my stepmother, Gwen, cut in smoothly. "She's always been like this. Like mother like daughter. I tried to guide her, but she never listens."

She smiled. And it was full of satisfaction.

"She's always been a slut."

The word hit like a slap. I looked at my father. Just once... I wanted him to defend me. To say something. Anything.

Instead, he looked at me with disgust.

"You've brought shame to this family," he said flatly. "You will pay for this."

Something inside me cracked. There was no one here for me.

No one.

Desperation clawed at my chest, and before I could stop myself, the words spilled out hoping it would save me.

"Darius... I'm pregnant."

Silence filled the room. For a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes. Then Melissa placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh please," she said lightly. "We already know the pregnancy is from your lover. He confessed."

My head snapped toward her.

"What?! That's a lie-you know that's a lie!"

"Well," she said with a small smile, "why don't we hear it from him?"

The Luna gestured to one of the enforcers. He left the room and returned moments later, dragging a man in chains. My heart pounded as the man lifted his head.

It was him.

The man from the pictures. He looked straight at me...

And smiled.

"My love," he said.

I stumbled back.

"I have never seen you before," I said, my voice shaking. "Who are you? You need to tell them the truth-please!"

"What truth?" he said casually. "That we've been having an affair?"

"No!" I cried, rushing toward him. "You're lying-stop lying!"

"Compose yourself," Luna Emilia said sharply.

I froze.

Her gaze shifted to the man. "Is the child she's carrying yours?"

He didn't hesitate.

"Yes," he said. "It's mine."

My world tilted. Nothing made sense. This was a setup. A perfect, cruel setup.

"I believe I've heard enough," the Alpha finally spoke, rising from his seat.

The room fell completely silent.

"Take him away," he ordered.

The enforcers dragged the man out. Then the Alpha's gaze settled on me.

"As for you," he continued, his voice cold and final, "your marriage to Darius is hereby dissolved."

My chest tightened.

"And since you are wolfless... a matter long overdue-your status is reduced to Omega."

The word echoed in my head.

Omega.

The lowest of the low.

"You would have faced harsher punishment," he added, "but due to your pregnancy, you will be spared."

Spared.

This was punishment.

"I am disappointed in you, Eden."

I turned toward the voice. It was Beta James. And what he said hurt more than anything. He had been more of a father to me than my own ever was.

"I should never have allowed you to marry my son."

That was it. There was nothing left to say. Nothing left to fight with.

The Alpha had spoken.

And no one defied him.

My knees gave out, and I collapsed to the floor. The pictures slipped from my hands, scattering across the ground.

I looked up one last time. At all of them. And I saw the satisfaction, the quiet triumph.

This was planned.

Carefully and cruelly.

And I had walked straight into it.

Rough hands grabbed me, dragging me to my feet. I didn't resist.

Didn't speak.

Didn't cry.

As they pulled me out of the room to a fate worse than death.