My Alpha Mate Is Mated To Another Luna!

Chapter 2: The Day Everything Changed

The weight of everyone staring seemed unbearable at that moment as I stood there. I looked at my siblings, hoping I had misheard. Their faces told the truth, I feared. Luna Victoria mouthed an apology, filled with sorrow. Dimon James had chosen someone else—Mira Jones—and my mate.

He didn’t wait. Why couldn’t he have waited five more months until my sixteenth birthday? Was that too much to ask?

I felt a surge of rage in my wolf, Zara, and a desire for vengeance to safeguard me. I stood motionless in shock. It wasn’t until I got home that its full weight hit me. I was too stunned to react in the meeting hall. I remember Lila trying to comfort me, with no words coming out. I looked at Dimon and saw him kiss Mira.

It was just a peck, but he was my mate. Jealousy and rage boiled in my wolf, an urge to tear up Mira. Instead, I could only stand paralysed there. What made it even worse was that Mira had the audacity to smile at me in that knowing, smug way she did. She knew. Everyone knew. Dimon James was my destiny.

I’d known since my thirteenth birthday, the night I had my first shift.

At midnight, I felt my bones c***k and reform and my wolf change. It was exhilarating, but it was painful. Normally, a pack-hosted 'shift' party celebrates this moment, but my father, Victor, had original plans. My father, Victor, thought my wolf was too special to reveal so soon.

For the first time, I moved to our family's lakeside manor, where I was no longer visible to the pack. Only my immediate family witnessed Zara's emergence. My father believed that the Luna Spirit had blessed me in a way no one else had, as Zara transformed into a stunning white wolf with purple irises.

Lila was white like me, and her emerald green eyes told me she was just as smart. When I returned to the pack one or two days later, Dimon snarled at me. He had declared it loud enough for everyone nearby to hear: 'Mine.'

We should have made everything solid at that moment. The promises I believed we had made to each other were no longer true, especially as I stood here alone and felt betrayed.

***

I didn’t leave my room for a week.

I didn’t eat; I didn’t change clothes, and I didn’t face the world. I kept replaying the memory of Dimon choosing Mira. The pain was always fresh—fresh as a blade twisting deeper each time.

The exhaustion finally got the better of me one night, and I went to bed and slept deep, troubled.

In my dreams, there was a golden field; sunlight would warm everything. Even here, I welcomed the sadness and lethargy that followed me. I felt a powerful, comforting energy behind me in this strange dream.

There she was. My mother.

She spoke in a soft yet commanding voice towards me and said, "Hello, my little moon."

I gazed at her, feeling as though I was gazing into a void. There was disbelief in it and longing. “Mother? How is this possible? Where am I? I stammered, ‘You look... the same.’

It’s a dream. It was not a nightmare. It was simply a dream. Her voice was steady, although she echoed a thread of sadness: ‘your mind called me here because you needed comfort.’

I wanted to believe her but I couldn’t. I argued weakly, “You’re just a figment of my imagination."

“Tessa, my little moon,” she said, and called me by the nickname she’d always used for me. You are stronger than you think. Whether you believe it, you brought me here. It’s time for you to listen now."

She said her words, lapping at me like a balm. She told me to stop hiding Zara, to stop letting grief rule me. She said firmly, "Your mate hasn’t truly rejected you." "You should avoid him for the time being, but he isn't ready for you."

Tears filled my eyes. "I can’t stay away from him. I love him, Mother. It hurts so much."

Her hardened voice was like steel. "You are not weak, Tessa. We were born into a sacred lineage and blessed by the Luna Spirit herself, you. Come out of this despair and show the world who you are."

Her last command jolted me out of my sleep.

***

I woke up from a dream sitting upright in bed and saw my Lila sister standing over me.

She pulled back slightly. “Easy there, Tessa.” “I can’t let you ruin my dress,” I said.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “I... had a nightmare."

Lila frowned. “We all felt it. It was powerful, your energy. Dad and Alpha Samson even noticed. “They’re downstairs talking pack matters."

Before she added, ‘Tessa, you need to get yourself together.’ Yes, Dimon hurt you, but don’t let him see you like this. Show him what he’s missing.”

I nodded lamely, but she hadn't even really been talking to me.

***

A moment later, Remi, or Ivy, as I called her, came in. After my mother passed, she had always been a mother figure to me. She helped me up and took me to the bathroom. She cleaned me up, washed my hair, and put me in fresh clothes—all with Lila.

Nearing completion, I failed to recognise the girl in the mirror. I looked in the mirror and saw a healthy person, a person ready to face the world, even if I didn’t feel it.

Lila had replied firmly, ‘We’ll greet them then leave. You don’t have to stay and suffer through this any longer than you have to. ‘Grandpa Owen is expecting us,’ he said."

Ivy nodded in agreement. “He will handle the situation; your father will.” For now, it’s best if you’re far from Dimon and his father."

I didn’t argue. I felt a sense of relief as I considered leaving.

***

The doorbell rang through the house. I knew what it meant, and my heart raced.

Dimon was here.

The first thing I smelt was a mix of vanilla and forest, and Zara started twitching. She wanted to go to him to claim him as ours. I fought her back, not wanting to lose control.

Ivy saw my struggle and yanked me into a comforting hug, but that was too awkward for me. “Than this bond, you’re stronger,” she whispered.

Her words weren’t the thing that wriggled inside of me and kept the peace you didn't.

I stood tall when Cj, or Theo, my brother, entered the room.

He said, his tone not allowing for argument, “Dad wants us to greet the Alpha family."

I nodded, surprising everyone. I stepped out of my room without another word and prepared to face the man who had broken my heart.

I wouldn’t let him see my pain this time. This time, I would show him what he had lost.