The Unwanted Alpha's Luna

The moon was full that night, glowing like a witness to Leila’s heartbreak. The Silver Moon Pack was celebrating their annual Moon Feast, a sacred event to honor the Goddess and bless the Alpha’s bloodline. Every year, Leila stood beside her mate, Alpha Darius, and smiled proudly as his Luna. But tonight, that smile felt forced. The great hall glittered with chandeliers. Wolves from every rank filled the room, dressed elegantly, laughter and chatter echoing through the golden hall. But despite the celebration, Darius’s gaze was cold, fixed on someone else, someone Leila had known since childhood. Her half-sister, Emilia. Leila’s heart tightened as she saw the way Darius’s lips curved whenever Emilia spoke. That warm smile used to be hers. But lately, Darius barely looked her way, barely touched her, barely spoke to her unless it was for the pack’s duties. Leila tried to push down her unease. “Maybe he’s just tired,” she told herself. “He’s been under pressure these weeks.” Yet deep down, she knew it wasn’t true. Something had shifted. Something she didn’t understand. As the feast began, Darius stood tall, commanding silence. His deep voice filled the hall. “Tonight, we honor the Goddess and our pack’s strength. Together, we stand as one family.” Leila smiled softly, proud of her mate. But her smile faded when she saw Emilia step forward with a tray of wine, dressed in a shimmering silver gown that hugged her curves. All eyes turned toward her as she moved gracefully toward Darius. “Wine for our Alpha,” Emilia said sweetly, her tone playful, her blue eyes glowing under the moonlight. Leila frowned. That was her role. No one was supposed to serve the Alpha during the feast except his Luna. But before she could react, Darius accepted the glass, his fingers brushing Emilia’s. The crowd gasped softly. Leila’s wolf stirred uneasily within her. She’s crossing the line, her wolf growled. Stay calm, Leila warned herself. You’re Luna. You must act with dignity. When the feast ended, Leila followed Darius to their chamber. He was removing his jacket, his expression distant. “Darius,” she said gently, “we need to talk.” He sighed, not turning around. “About what?” “About us,” she whispered. “You’ve been so cold lately. Did I do something wrong?” Darius’s shoulders tensed. “You worry too much.” “I’m your Luna, your mate. I can feel when something is wrong.” He finally turned, his green eyes sharp. “Leila, must we do this tonight? The feast just ended. I’m tired.” She stepped closer, her voice trembling. “You’re not tired, Darius. You’re distant. You avoid me. You look at Emilia like she…” “Enough!” His roar echoed through the room. Leila froze, startled. Darius clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “I told you before, Emilia is like family. Don’t twist things.” “Family?” she repeated bitterly. “Then why does your wolf react every time she’s near you?” Darius’s eyes flickered, and for the briefest moment, guilt crossed his face. “You’re imagining things.” “No, I’m not.” Leila’s voice broke. “You promised me forever. You promised we’d lead together.” “Forever,” he murmured, almost mockingly. “Forever is a long time, Leila. And I can’t waste it waiting for what you can’t give me.” Her heart stopped. “What… what do you mean?” His words were like knives. “You’ve failed to give me an heir. Two years as Luna and nothing. The pack needs a future Alpha.” Leila felt her knees weaken. “You think I haven’t tried? You think I haven’t prayed every night for the Goddess to bless us?” He turned away, cold and final. “Prayers won’t save this pack. I need results.” Tears blurred her vision. She wanted to scream, to tell him that she was pregnant, that she’d found out that very morning. But fear and pride kept her silent. “Darius,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Please, don’t do this. We’re mates, fated by the Goddess.” “Maybe the Goddess made a mistake.” The air left her lungs. When he looked at her again, there was no warmth left. “I’m choosing a new Luna. The pack will know tomorrow.” Leila stumbled back, disbelief clouding her mind. “You can’t! The bond…” He cut her off. “The bond means nothing if it weakens me.” A soft knock came from the door. Darius opened it, revealing Emilia standing there, her lips curved in false innocence. “Darius, the elders are waiting downstairs,” she said, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction when she saw Leila’s tears. “Go ahead,” Darius told her gently. “I’ll be right there.” Leila stared at him, realization dawning painfully. “It’s her, isn’t it? You’ve chosen her.” Darius didn’t answer. Silence was enough. Leila took a shaky breath. “You’ll regret this,” she whispered. “You’re rejecting your own soul.” He said nothing as she turned and fled from the room. The next day, the entire pack gathered in the courtyard. The winter wind bit at Leila’s skin as she stood at the edge of the crowd, her heart pounding in dread. Darius walked to the center, wearing his ceremonial cloak. Emilia stood beside him, glowing with triumph. Leila’s wolf whimpered inside her, restless and furious. Don’t do it, she begged him silently. Don’t break us. Darius raised his hand for silence. “I have an announcement,” he said. “As Alpha, I must always do what’s best for this pack. Our Luna, Leila, has failed to give us a future heir. Therefore…” Leila’s breath caught. “I, Alpha Darius of the Silver Moon Pack, hereby reject Leila as my mate and Luna.” The words sliced through her like blades. Her knees buckled as a wave of pain tore through her chest. The mate bond burned, searing her heart and soul. Wolves around her gasped; some whispered in shock, others turned away. “Darius!” she cried, clutching her chest. “Please, stop!” But Darius didn’t even look at her. He turned to Emilia, pulled her close, and bit into her neck. Blood stained her skin as the mark formed. Leila screamed, falling to her knees. The rejection shattered her completely. Her wolf howled inside her, broken and lost. The world blurred. She heard laughter, whispers, the sound of her heart breaking. “Leave my territory before sunrise,” Darius said coldly. “You are no longer part of this pack.” Leila’s tears fell silently. She stood on shaking legs, every breath heavy. She wanted to tell him she carried his child, that he wasn’t just rejecting her, but their unborn heir. But pride stopped her. She raised her head, even as pain burned through her. “May the Moon Goddess judge you for this, Darius.” And with that, she turned and walked away, her steps slow, heavy, but proud. The forest was cold that night. Snow covered the ground, and the moon hung high, watching her silently. Leila’s cloak was torn; blood stained her dress from the deep cuts on her arms. Her wolf whimpered, weak and fading. “I’ll survive,” she whispered to herself. “For my child.” But her strength was slipping away. Her body ached, her vision dimmed. Then, out of nowhere, glowing eyes appeared in the darkness, rogues. Leila froze. The growls grew louder, surrounding her. She tried to shift, but pain shot through her body. She was too weak. The first rogue lunged. Leila dodged, using her claws to s***h its side, but more came. Teeth tore through her shoulder, claws ripped her back. She screamed in agony. Blood dripped onto the snow. I can’t die here, she thought weakly. Not now… not when my baby… Another blow hit her, sending her crashing to the ground. Darkness closed in around her. Through her fading vision, she saw a shadow move swiftly between the rogues. A tall figure cloaked in black, moving faster than the eye could see. The rogues yelped and fell, one by one, until silence filled the forest. Leila’s breathing grew shallow. Her vision blurred, and all she saw were glowing silver eyes staring down at her.