Vengeful Luna

5

If I had known what was coming, I would’ve walked into that pack meeting with steel in my spine and fire on my tongue. But I didn’t. I walked in quiet, composed, dressed in Luna white and still wearing the last threads of dignity like a veil. I thought I’d endure it like always—more politics, more posturing, another reminder that I was a symbol, not a person.

I didn’t expect Kael to speak first.

And I never expected what came next.

“We’ve discovered a breach,” Kael announced to the crowd of pack members gathered in the council hall. His voice was solemn, heavy with theatrical grief. “A betrayal... not from an outsider, but from within our own leadership.”

Whispers rippled through the room. I frowned, glancing at the Elders. No one knew what he meant.

“Alpha,” one of them asked cautiously, “what kind of betrayal?”

Kael’s eyes slid to mine. Cold. Calculating.

He turned back to the pack. “It is with deep regret that I must reveal… the Luna has been unfaithful.”

A stunned silence fell over the room.

I didn’t breathe.

“What?” I said, just loud enough to echo.

Kael raised his hand. “She’s been involved with one of the omegas; sneaking around with him for weeks, maybe months. Hiding it from me. Hiding it from all of us.”

The room exploded in gasps, voices rising like a storm.

He gestured, and two guards dragged forward a young man—barely twenty. His name was Jorin. I recognized him. Quiet. Meek. Always respectful. He looked terrified.

Kael stepped aside. “Jorin. Tell them what you told me.”

Jorin’s eyes darted between Kael and me. His hands shook.

“I—I didn’t mean for it to go that far,” he stammered. “I—I’m sorry, Luna. I—I didn’t want to lie anymore.”

My stomach dropped through the floor. “Jorin,” I whispered. “No. Don’t do this.”

But he wouldn't meet my eyes.

And I knew then, he’d been forced.

Or threatened.

Or bribed.

The Elders looked horrified. Members of the pack began shouting. Calling me a disgrace. A traitor.

“She dishonored the bond!”

“She weakened the Alpha’s trust!”

“She defiled the Luna’s sacred place!”

Kael raised his hand again for silence. “This is a painful moment for all of us. But justice must be served. As Alpha, I declare that Selene Blackmoor, Luna of this pack, be confined until a full judgment can be passed. Effective immediately.”

I stepped forward. “You don’t even want to hear my side of the story?”

“No one wants more lies,” Kael snapped.

And just like that, my guards—my own guards—took me by the arms.

Maris stood behind Kael, silent, her eyes locked on the floor.

She didn’t speak.

She didn’t blink.

She didn’t even look at me.

The cells beneath the keep were cold and damp, carved into the rock long before my time. I sat in the farthest one, away from the others, away from the light. My wrists were shackled, though the silver wasn’t pure. It just stung enough to remind me I wasn’t free.

Not anymore.

Hours passed.

Maybe days.

Then I heard the footsteps.

Soft ones, hesitant.

I looked up to find Maris standing outside the bars, wrapped in a thick cloak. Her eyes were swollen from crying.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

I said nothing.

“I didn’t know he would do this to you,” she whispered. “I thought-he said he’d protect you. I swear, I never wanted this.”

I laughed—bitter and broken. “You slept with my mate and stood beside him while he publicly destroyed me. What exactly did you think would happen?”

Her eyes filled again. “He said it would be easier this way. Cleaner. That if you were… out of the picture…”

“What?” I asked softly. “You could have your fairy tale? No more guilt? No more hiding?”

She didn’t answer.

And then—

The heavier boots approached.

Kael entered, unhurried, with a smug sort of calm that made me hate him more than I ever had.

He stepped beside Maris, took her hand, and kissed her knuckles.

“I just wanted to share the good news,” he said coolly. “We’re having a child.”

Maris looked down. Silent.

I stood.

“Get out,” I said.

Kael smiled faintly. “You’ll be released soon enough. Once the Elders have enough shame to erase you quietly.”

I stepped to the bars, heart pounding. “You can take my title. My pack. My dignity. But you won’t bury me, Kael.”

He leaned in, voice cold. “I don’t need to. You’re doing that just fine on your own.”

Then they left—together.

And I stood alone in the darkness, shaking, broken…

But not done.

Not yet. I couldn’t let them win