Beta Luna’s Revenge

Bubble, Bubble Toil and Grumble

Back to the present day four months after the itching powder attack, Misty puts Pepto-Bismol in Shayla's dinner during an annual Leaders Summit, being hosted by the Blue Moon Pack that year. The dining room buzzed with chatter, a feast of laughter and clinking plates filling the air. The servants were all standing around the dining room awaiting instructions and assisting as needed. Avant, Clark and Misty stood on the right side of the table, as the head servants. Avant was in the middle, Clark to his right and Misty to his left. Misty leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, pretending to indulge in the banter swirling around her. Avant glanced her way, eyebrows raised.

“Are you going to just stand there, or do you have something to contribute?” he challenged, smirking. Misty met his gaze, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Just enjoying the view. Look at Shayla, she’s working it.” Avant chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s going to rattle the Beta's cage at this rate. Donovan doesn’t seem too thrilled.”

Misty caught Donovan’s eye across the table. His expression mirrored what she felt—irritation wrapped in concern. “What is with you? Are you okay?” Avant nudged her gently.“Yeah. Just... reminiscing.” Misty’s fingers fidgeted with her blouse. Donovan shifted his weight, annoyance creeping into his posture as Shayla leaned closer to the visiting Alpha from New Moon pack, her laughter piercing like a bell.

“She's quite the distraction, isn’t she?” Avant added, an edge to his voice. Misty forced a smile, tension coiling in her chest. “Let’s just say, karma has a long memory.”Avant’s eyes narrowed. “What are you planning?” Misty's smile widened. “Just watching... the show unfold.” Avant shrugged. “Make sure you're not caught in the crossfire.” Misty glanced at Avant. “Trust me,” Misty said, her voice barely above a whisper as she watched Shayla toss her head back in laughter, fully focused on charming the Alpha.

“She’ll have him wrapped around her little finger if she keeps this up,” Clark interjected, skepticism lacing his tone. “Donovan deserves better than being her pawn.”

Misty’s lips pursed, suppressing her true feelings. “Maybe Donovan likes being a pawn. He certainly doesn’t look like he’s ready to check out of this game.” The teasing hint in her voice shifted as she watched Shayla toss her head back in another laugh, oblivious to the brewing storm in Misty's heart.

“Every queen has her court, but it doesn’t mean she’s a good ruler,” Clark replied, eyes narrowing on Shayla. “Donovan deserves someone who sees him for who he really is, not just what he represents.”

Misty pressed her lips together, her stomach churning at the thought. “We all have roles to play, don’t we? But not every role is written with love in mind. He chose his so now he has to deal with it.” Avant leaned closer, lowering his voice. “And do you think Donovan sees you as more than just a role?”

Misty’s breath caught. “I—” She faltered, her heart slowing as she searched for the right words. “I don’t know. Maybe he sees me as... a reminder of what he threw away. Maybe he just sees the weak Omega who he resents.”

Clark shook his head, determination glittering in his eyes. "You’re not weak, Misty. You’re resourceful, and trust me, no one in this pack has forgotten your value. You’ve proven that time and again.” Misty’s heart warmed at Clark’s words, but doubt still lingered. “Yeah, but it’s hard not to feel overshadowed by Shayla’s... everything. She’s everything I’m not ,” Misty admitted, crossing her arms tighter against her chest. “She’s confident, powerful, and she’s got Donovan wrapped around her finger.”

Avant rolled his eyes, chuckling. “ “Confidence is one thing, but it’s shallow when it’s built on manipulation,” he countered, his tone firm. “Shayla may have the looks and the dominance, but she’s all flash and no substance. What matters is loyalty, and Donovan knows that.”

Misty glanced across the table again, watching Donovan’s struggle with the situation. Shayla leaned closer to the Alpha, her flirtation was enough to cause a visible tension in Donovan’s stance. He shifted again, jaw tightening involuntarily.

“Look at him,” Misty murmured, her voice a mix of piety and concern . “He looks like he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. This isn’t the Donovan I know—he’s not the type to take this shamelessly.”

Avant leaned in, concern etched across his face. “He’s trying to keep the peace, Misty. But you know him better than anyone. He’ll break if this continues.”

The words hung in the air as Misty chewed on her lip, uncertainty creeping into her heart. Shayla kept fervently flirty with the New Moon Alpha. Taking smile bites of her meal after each hair toss and chuckle. "Misty took in a deep breath. :Like I said I'm just watching it all play out. It shouldn't be long now before karma catches up too her." No sooner had Misty mummered those words, that Shayla was stopped halfway through her and was met with a bubbling discomfort. Shayla’s face contorted as another loud growl erupted from her stomach, punctuating the air like a thunderclap. Gasps erupted around the table, and the laughter faltered, followed by whispers flitting through the crowd like errant leaves caught in a breeze. Misty’s heart raced, adrenaline flooding her veins as she leaned forward, feigning concern while battling a grin that threatened to escape her lips.

“Shayla?” Donovan’s voice cut through the noise, laced with worry as he leaned in, brows furrowed. “Are you okay?” Shayla pressed a hand to her stomach, her eyes turning an angry shade of red. “I think... I think I ate something bad?” she stammered, trying to laugh it off , but the tremor in her voice betrayed her facade. The whispers that rippled through the dining room only deepened her humiliation, and Misty bit her lip to suppress her own delight.

Shayla released a nervous chuckle, attempting to regain control of the situation, but her confidence was slipping away like sand through her fingers. “Just a little... stomach upset. Nothing to worry..." She couldn't even finish her sentence as the flow of liquified crap, was rushing its way downstream. Shayla jumped up from the table , holding her stomach with her left hand and her buttcheecks with the other." Once she stampeded out the room past Misty, her rapid footsteps echoed against the hardwood flooring, a discordant rhythm against the previous laughter. Donovan blinked in disbelief, his expression shifting from concern to confusion as he watched Shayla bolt away, tightly clenching herself in an attempt to contain her humiliation. The dining room fell into a stunned silence, eyes darting between Donovan and the door Shayla had just fled through.

“Did that just happen?” Clark finally broke the silence, bewilderment dancing across his features. He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, while Avant struggled to suppress his laughter.

Donovan exhaled sharply , his expression a blend of concern and bewilderment. “I... What just happened?” he murmured, still staring at the door like it might open again to reveal a flustered Shayla. All of a sudden, Alpha Mark, tilted his head back in laughter, drawing everyone’s attention. “Now that’s a sight I didn’t expect at my summit!” His booming laughter echoed, breaking through the thick fog of confusion hanging in the air.

Misty leaned against the table, her heart racing as laughter erupted from the surrounding pack members. The tension that had enveloped the room dissipated as if a heavy curtain had been lifted. Misty felt a strange mix of exhilaration and relief flooding her senses, the din of laughter swelling like waves crashing against a shore.

“Now that was a show fitting for legend,” Alpha Mark exclaimed, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "I wish I had a camera for that moment." Misty joined the laughter, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips. The sound was intoxicating, a sweet nectar of justice served in an unexpected form.