Tell him, His Forsaken Luna is Back

Chapter 4:Humiliated and Hunted

I felt as though the world had tilted beneath my feet, spinning out of control. My breath came in shallow gasps as Dior's words slammed into me, each one a blow to my heart. Beta Clara, pregnant, carrying his child—his heir. The sharp sting of his words cut through me, and I could barely find the strength to stand. The room felt colder, the laughter and chatter from earlier now distant and hollow. All that remained was the ringing in my ears, the echo of betrayal.

I looked at Clara, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and something I couldn’t quite place. There was no remorse, no apology in her gaze. Just a cold, calculating calm that made my blood run cold. She was pregnant, and somehow, that made everything else irrelevant in Dior’s eyes.

I turned my gaze back to Dior, my fists clenching at my sides, my whole body trembling with rage and disbelief. “Is this how you’ve always planned it? To replace me with her? To break our bond just because she can give you what I can’t?”

His gaze hardened, his eyes devoid of warmth. “You know the law, Shamarah. A Luna’s role is to give the Alpha an heir. You failed. Now Clara will carry our future.”

The words hit me like a slap, but they weren't enough to stop the growing fury inside of me. It wasn’t just the words—it was the disdain, the finality with which he spoke. As if I had never mattered to him.

“Sign the papers, Shamarah,” Dior commanded, his voice laced with a chilling finality. “Or leave the River Blood territory. Your choice.”

I froze. Divorce papers. Banishment. The options were unbearable, each one worse than the last. But what hurt most was the cold, indifferent way he treated me. His gaze shifted toward the pack, and he raised his voice for them all to hear.

“This,” Dior continued, his tone harsh and unfeeling, “is the reason we must part ways. Shamarah,” he said, as though I was nothing more than a stranger, “is infertile. She cannot provide me with the heir I need. She failed as my Luna."

"And according to pack law, a Luna must bear an Alpha’s child. If she cannot, she no longer serves her purpose.”

The words hit me like a physical blow, the weight of his betrayal almost too much to bear. The pack was watching, their eyes fixed on me. The humiliation—the utter degradation—I had always feared was finally upon me. He was exposing my greatest vulnerability to them all, making me a laughingstock in front of everyone who had once respected me.

“I don’t need a weak woman by my side,” Dior added with cruel arrogance, his gaze sweeping over the pack.

“She’s failed to live up to her role as Luna. And because of that, I will choose someone who can give me what I need. Beta Clara is carrying my child. She will be the true Luna of this pack.”

The words rang in my ears, each one more venomous than the last. The room seemed to blur as I struggled to process the depth of his cruelty. To announce my infertility in front of the entire pack, to strip me of everything I had been, was a humiliation I couldn’t even begin to describe.

Clara stood next to him, smug, her hand resting on her stomach as though to show off the child she carried—the child I could never give him. She looked at me with those cold eyes, pitying, yet somehow triumphant. Dior had made it clear: I was no longer needed.

I was nothing.

The weight of his words, of the pack’s expectant silence, nearly crushed me. I could feel the eyes of the pack on me, the whispers of my failure spreading like wildfire. I had been the Luna—his Luna. And now, because I couldn’t bear him a child, I was being cast aside like something disposable.

I swallowed hard, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. No. I wouldn’t cry. Not in front of them. Not in front of him.

Dior held out the divorce papers, his face cold and unyielding. “Sign them. It’s over.”

I took a shaky step back, trying to hold onto the remnants of my dignity. “No,” I whispered, my voice barely a sound.

But Dior wasn’t finished. He looked at the pack, then back to me, his eyes filled with disdain.

“You want to remain here?” he asked, his voice carrying over the room.

“Then live as an ordinary wolf, like any other pack member. Without the title of Luna. Or leave. Because if you refuse to sign, I will have no choice but to banish you from this territory.”

I couldn’t accept it. The sting of betrayal burned through me as I ran out of the room, away from Dior, away from Clara, away from everything I had known. I couldn’t stay in this house anymore, not with the weight of their lies and deceit hanging over me. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as I sprinted through the packhouse, desperate to escape their betrayal.

The hallways seemed endless, each turn feeling like a new layer of isolation. The walls, once familiar, now felt like a cage, suffocating me. I needed to breathe, to get as far away as possible from the life Dior and Clara had stolen from me.

Without thinking, I bolted toward the back door, slipping through it into the cold night air. The moon was high above, casting a pale glow on the ground as I ran into the forest, away from the packhouse.

The sound of my own breathing echoed in my ears, and the crunch of leaves beneath my feet was the only thing I could hear. I didn’t know where I was going; I just needed to run, to put miles between me and them.

But as I pushed deeper into the forest, I heard the unmistakable sounds of pursuit—branches snapping, twigs breaking underfoot. I froze, panic surging through me. They had found me. I couldn’t escape.

I stumbled through the dense trees, my heart racing as I ran, adrenaline surging through my veins. But the sounds of the men closing in only grew louder. My body was already battered from the fight with Clara and the emotional toll of the betrayal. I was weak, exhausted, and they were faster, more prepared than I was.

Then, as I reached a clearing in the middle of the forest, I heard their voices—low, mocking.

“There she is. The weak Infertile Luna,” one of the men sneered.

“You think you can run from us, from him without signing the divorce papers?” another growled.

Before I could react, they were upon me, surrounding me like wolves closing in on prey. I tried to fight, throwing weak punches, but it was futile. They grabbed me, slamming me to the ground with a brutal force. Pain exploded through my body as I hit the dirt, my head spinning from the impact.

“Please… stop…” I gasped, but it was useless. They weren’t listening. They only laughed, their cruel laughter ringing in my ears as they continued to push me down.

One of them delivered a punch to my ribs, and I cried out, the air rushing out of my lungs. Blood seeped from the cuts and bruises on my body, staining my clothes. I fought with everything I had left in me, trying to kick and punch, but they were relentless. They slammed me to the ground again, pinning me in place.

“You failed as Luna,” one of them spat. “You’re nothing but a burden now.”

Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t show them that weakness. But with every blow, I could feel myself slipping. My vision blurred, and my head grew heavy.

Just as I thought I couldn’t fight anymore, something shifted. The men paused, sensing something in the air. A shadow moved swiftly through the trees, and before I knew what was happening, the men attacking me were being torn away, one by one, by a figure that moved with terrifying speed and precision.

The air seemed to crackle with energy as the figure dispatched the men with ruthless efficiency. They didn’t stand a chance. The leader fell first, his body crumpling to the ground in a heap. Then the others.

I lay there, bloodied and bruised, gasping for air as the world around me spun. The fight was over as quickly as it had begun, and the only sound left was my labored breathing.

The figure moved toward me, the moonlight revealing his face. I froze, blinking in shock as recognition set in.

“Are you okay, Luna Shamarah?” his voice was deep, commanding, and strangely reassuring.

It was Alpha Damien.

The Alpha of the rival pack, the one Dior had warned me about. My body shook, a mix of fear and confusion rushing through me. Why was he here? Why had he helped me?