The Bite That Saved Me: I'm His Lost Luna

Chapter IX: Alpha Rejected Me!

Ten years ago, I woke up in my own bed, every part of my body aching. I pressed a hand to my chest, expecting pain—but there was nothing there. No wound. Not even a scar.

An Elder from our pack stepped into the room. I stood, straightening on instinct.

"Alpha Wyatt." He said it quietly, almost reverently.

Alpha? Why was he calling me that?

"Where are my father and mother?" The question left me before I could stop it, panic already rising in my chest.

"They're gone." Grief filled his eyes as he said it.

Everything went dark after that. My body simply refused to wake again—refused, for a long time, to keep living at all.

I could hear voices sometimes, faint and far away, but my body wouldn't respond. Wouldn't surface. I don't know how long I stayed like that. But when I finally did wake, every memory from that night had shattered into pieces too small to hold.

I opened my eyes, pulled free of the memory.

Ten years had passed. But the pain felt as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.

And tonight, fragments of that night had returned—which wasn't a good sign. Not at all.

The doctors had always said the same thing: trauma had buried parts of that memory, and it would surface again once my mind was ready. I'd believed that, once. Trusted it.

But after tonight, I wasn't sure anymore.

Is my mind refusing to remember because of what I actually did that night?

I'd been fifteen. My control over my wolf hadn't been anywhere near steady yet.

All these years, searching for her—is that why I never found her? Because the truth is, I already killed her, that very night?

Did I?

My head throbbed, pain splitting through every thought until there was nothing left but the question, over and over, refusing to let me go.

After two days of rest, my body had fully recovered—but something about it still didn't sit right.

I remembered fighting off more than a dozen wolves that night. I remembered claws, teeth, real damage. But when I checked, all I found were shallow scratches and a few fading bruises—nothing that matched what I'd actually survived.

A knock at the door pulled me out of that thought before I could chase it any further.

"Alpha, Lady Amira is here." Belinda's voice came through the door.

"Let her in." I answered.

A moment later, the door swung open and Amira rushed in, straight toward me.

"Alpha Wyatt! What happened to you? You've been gone almost a week." Worry crossed her face. "Did something happen?"

"I was busy. Business." I kept it short.

"But your Beta, some of the Omegas—they've been saying no one could find you anywhere."

"I don't answer to everyone about where I go." I said it flatly. "What do you need?"

"I'm sorry, I just—I was so worried. You weren't answering any of my calls." She stepped closer. "I came to talk about us."

She said it like she meant it. Like she actually cared.

"There is no us." I cut her off. "There's nothing between us."

"But Alpha, I've been by your side all these years. I cared for you. I waited for you." Her voice wavered, tears threatening to spill. "I dedicated my whole life to waiting for you."

"I never asked you to do any of that."

"But both our families want this. We're meant to be together, Alpha." She was nearly crying now, insistent. "We're destined."

"The covenant is already broken."

"No! It can't be." Her voice rose, panic bleeding into it. "I'm the only woman for you. I saved you—if it weren't for me finding you that night, you wouldn't even be alive right now."

"No." My jaw tightened. "You found me. But I was already alive."

She's trying to trap me. With her own lie.

"You know I've loved you since that moment. That's never changed, not once, in all these years." She was crying freely now.

"I don't want to hurt you." My voice stayed flat, distant. "But I can't love you back."

"You're already hurting me, Alpha." She turned and ran, sobbing. "I don't want to leave anymore."

I ran for the door.

I was hurt. Truly, genuinely hurt by his words. He didn't care about me. He never had—not once, not even in the smallest way. Tears blurred my vision as I threw myself into my car and drove, fast, with no direction in mind. All I wanted was to get away. From him. From everyone.

I drove for hours without any sense of where I was going. I don't know exactly how long it had been when exhaustion finally caught up with me. I needed air—real air, not the stale kind trapped inside a moving car. I pulled over to the side of the road, with no idea where I actually was.

I stepped out, leaned back against the trunk, closed my eyes, and breathed deep.

That's when I caught it—a familiar scent drifting on the wind. Baked cookies. My feet moved before I'd even decided to follow it, tracing the smell like they already knew the way.

Eventually, I found myself standing in front of a small, tidy house. Before I could even process what I was doing, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman stepped out.

"How can I help you, dear?" She was smiling.

"Um—actually, I got lost." It was the only thing I could think to say.

"Oh, dear. Come inside first." Her smile pulled me in before I could even hesitate properly.

Inside, the house was small but immaculately kept. My eyes wandered without my permission, taking it all in.

"Are—are you alone?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it.

"Yes." She smiled again, though something behind it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"W-why?" The word left me before I even realized I meant to ask it.

She laughed softly, but the laugh didn't reach her eyes either.

"I lost my only family seventeen years ago." Sadness settled over her face.

"I—I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say.

"Come, sit. Perfect timing—I just finished baking." She gestured toward the table.

I sat across from her as she set everything out. The smell of fresh cookies filled the room, warm and sweet, and my stomach growled loud enough that I realized, with mild embarrassment, I hadn't eaten anything all day.

"It smells wonderful." I said.

She smiled, genuine this time. "My daughter loved these. She used to ask me to make them all the time." The sadness crept back in, though she tried to hide it behind her smile.

"May I ask... where is she now?"

"Gone." Her voice went quiet. "Her father took her from me."

"Why?"

"Because I couldn't provide for her the way he could."

The room fell into a heavy, aching silence.