The Alpha Blessed Luna

CHAPTER 2: WHO THE GODDESS CHOSE

I don’t remember deciding to speak.

I opened my mouth and words failed to form out of it.

I watched them. Closing my eyes ans opening them at intervals only to witness their love making grow more intensed.

One moment I was standing there, frozen in the doorway, my world collapsing in complete, suffocating silence… and the next, my voice cut through the room like something weaker than me.

“Cally.”

It didn’t sound like me.

Too steady. Too hollow.

That got his attention.

Slowly, he turned his head toward me, his expression unreadable at first. No panic. No guilt. No rush to explain.

Just… irritation.

Like I had interrupted something trivial.

Something unimportant.

My chest tightened.

Nothing crossed my mind at first.

Then an apology.

Expecting an apology or all those vague words, I was ready to lash at him.

Lady Mars didn’t move. If anything, she seemed more comfortable, her posture relaxed, her gaze sliding toward me with something faintly amused lingering in her eyes.

I looked at her as she moved the blanket downwards, revealing one of the sweetest bodies I have ever seen as a wolf.

I could have sworn I was admiring her total nakedness.

She could match for a goddess.

Maybe I could have been in bed with her if I wasn’t mated to Alpha Cally and sword to protect the kingdom.

Her body was perfect but her actions her made the wronged Luna vexed.

The way she looked at me. Disgusted. Stupid. Pitiable.

That was when the first crack split through me.

“You…” My voice faltered before I steadied it again, forcing the words out. “What is this?”

Cally exhaled, almost like he was bored already.

“What does it look like, Emily?”

The way he said my name—flat, detached—hurt more than anything I had seen.

My fingers curled into my palms.

“It looks like betrayal,” I said, my voice trembling now despite everything I was doing to hold it together. “It looks like you forgot what we are.”

His eyes hardened slightly at that.

“And what exactly are we?” he asked.

The question hit me harder than any blade ever could.

I took a step forward, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. “We are mated,” I said, the words rising from somewhere deep, desperate, sacred. “The Moon Goddess chose us. You and me. That bond isn’t something you get to ignore because it’s inconvenient.”

For a brief second, something flickered in his gaze.

Then it was gone.

“I never asked for that,” he replied coldly.

The words landed like a slap.

“I never asked the goddess to tie me to you.”

Silence swallowed the room again, but this time it was heavier… suffocating in a different way.

My throat tightened, but I refused to look away from him.

“You don’t ask for a bond like this,” I said, softer now, but no less firm. “It’s given. It means something. It—”

“It means nothing to me,” he cut in sharply.

That was it.

That was the moment something inside me truly broke.

My gaze shifted then, slowly, painfully, to Lady Mars.

“Leave,” I said.

She looked at me like I said nothing.

And then it dawned on me that this look like it was not the first time they were doing this.

She felt so comfortable.

I shouted.

“Leave before they carry your corpse out of my bed.”

The word came out stronger than I felt.

For a heartbeat, I thought she might.

But then she smiled.

Not kindly.

Never kindly.

“I take orders from the Alpha,” she said smoothly, her voice calm, almost entertained. “Not from you.”

The humiliation burned through me, hot and unbearable.

I turned back to Cally, waiting—hoping—for him to correct her, to say something, to do something that would prove I still meant something to him.

He didn’t.

Instead, he leaned back slightly, completely at ease.

“I didn’t bring her here for you to dismiss,” he said.

My vision blurred.

“Why?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. “Why are you doing this?”

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

“I wanted a lover,” he said plainly. “Someone soft. Someone who understands what it means to stand beside an Alpha without constantly challenging him.”

Each word was deliberate.

Cruel.

Calculated.

“But instead,” he continued, his gaze sweeping over me like I was something disappointing, “the gods gave me a warrior.”

My breath hitched.

For a second, I couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t think.

All I could see was the blood from earlier. The fight. The way I had thrown myself between him and death without a second thought.

My lips trembled as the tears finally spilt over.

“That warrior,” I whispered, my voice breaking completely now, “just saved your life.”

The room fell quiet again.

But not in the way I wanted.

Not in a way that meant anything to him.

Cally’s expression didn’t change.

Not even a flicker of gratitude.

Not even a trace of regret.

“I didn’t ask you to,” he said.

“I was doing well. You only came to save what you thought you owned.”

The final blow.

It was simple, effortless and devastating.

Something inside me went still after that.

Completely still.

The tears kept falling, but they felt distant now… like they belonged to someone else.

I waited.

Just for a second.

For anything.

Anything at all that would tell me this wasn’t the end of us.

Anything that would tell me this was not true.

But Cally only looked at me with that same cold detachment.

“You’re done here, Emily,” he said. “Leave.”

My heart stuttered.

And then he added, almost as an afterthought—

“I’d like to continue what you interrupted.”

That was when it happened.

Not loudly. Not dramatically.

But I felt it.

The bond.

That once warm, unbreakable thread between us…

It didn’t snap.

It… dimmed.

Like a light slowly being swallowed by darkness.

I took a step back.

Then another.

My body moved on its own, carrying me toward the door, away from the man I had just risked everything for.

Away from the mate who had just rejected me without hesitation.

My hand paused on the doorframe.

For a moment, I almost turned back.

Almost said something.

But what was left to say?

So I walked out.

And this time…

I didn’t look back.

I allowed the tears to flow down freely without any form of noise.

The guards and the maid greeted each other and greeted me.

But I was too blurred to see anyone at that moment.

I ran towards the forest.

I thought I was going to the White Forest.

My eyes were teary and blurred. But it does not matter.

I knew I could not cry my way out of this one.

Yet, it does not matter.

I stopped, cried and ran again.

Repeating the cycle at every tree trunk I could lay my hand on.

My shield maiden followed me.

I could sense her smell.

I don’t need her now.

Yet, she ran after me.

“Luna, Luna, Luna,” Pink cried out.

“Go back,” I yelled.

“I command you.”

Pink refused and instead increased her pace, trying to catch up with me.

“Do you know where you are going?”

I turned.

“You dare break my command?”

That made her stop, but not in silence.

“No, my Luna, but you are heading to the Wild Forest, and alone.”

I turned and stopped in surprised.

No, she was wrong I was heading towards the White Forest.

On a second thought whether it was the White Forest or the Wild Forest.

It does not matter. I felt so betrayed.

Pink put her hands together as if she were pleading to me to hear her out.

“Please, Emily, my friend, think before you put all of us in danger.”