Don't Beg Me, Alpha

“Did you truly think a nobody like you could be Luna?”

Kyle stood on the stage, tall, handsome, in a sharp suit. His words hit me like lightning, jolting me in that instant.

Standing in the middle of the grand hall, I glanced around me at the crowd.

I hadn't heard him wrong, had I?

Just three months ago, this same man had stood before the Pack and claimed me as his mate. His future Luna.

Despite my growing apprehension, I wanted to believe he was joking. But the whispers from the crowd echoed.

“I knew she wasn’t fit for him.”

“The Alpha only pitied her.”

“Imagine thinking she’d be our Luna- an outcast, a cursed rogue- pathetic!”

My knees buckled. 

He used to shield me from these very whispers, telling me I didn't need a name or lineage for him to choose me.

I'd spent my entire life fighting to matter, and in a heartbeat, his words turned me invisible again.

My gaze locked on my mate, searching for the playful spark that always softened his eyes.

Those eyes used to soften only for me.

Even as a cursed rogue, even as a nobody, he once made me feel worthy of love.

But the way his eyes flickered, reflecting my silver dress that shimmered under the crystal chandelier, said otherwise.

He looked damned serious, and the sudden tug at the mate’s bond was like a string being pulled from my heart.

Amidst the whispers, he faced the Pack, looking unbothered. “Selene lives because of her. She served her purpose.”

From the crowd, a petite and slender girl stepped out, with a porcelain complexion and a voluminous mane of raven black hair that shimmered in the light.

She sauntered forward and hooked her arm around his; radiant, newly healed, wearing a gown that matched the Alpha’s crest.

My heart sank.

Selene… his sister?

The tug inside my heart stopped, accompanied by a sharp pain that sliced through it.

Kyle and Selene stood together, looking like the perfect couple from a fairy tale.

The Pack members didn’t appear shocked this time. Instead, a look of awe and admiration shone in their eyes.

Their excited murmurs rang out.

“She’s as lovely as ever!”

“Our Luna is back!”

“Calm, gentle, benevelent, with an ethereal beauty that’s unmatched, She’s the true embodiment of perfection.”

They knew.

They always knew!

I’d been lied to,

Used,

And betrayed.

Selene was never his sister.

The night Kyle had visited me, saying “his sister’s” life was fading and only I could save her, was still fresh in my mind.

He’d told me only my pure aura could heal her through an ancient life-span transfer ritual.

During the ritual, he’d whispered promises as my energy drained, vowing he’d love me to the moon and back for eternity.

He’d vowed I’d become his Luna.

He’d marked me under the moonlight, whispering my name as if it were the only thing that ever mattered.

He’d promised to crown me tonight, at the Luna Ascension Ceremony.

At this moment, I wished I hadn't saved her.

My shoulders shook, my eyes searching across the room for a single face devoid of the scornful gazes.

None!

My eyes returned to Kyle, and my lips trembled. Amidst the realization and heartbreak, I could only manage a pained whisper, “You said the mark was sacred.”

He’d given me the Luna Mark.

He’d told me that the Goddess chose us.

He’d told me that he’d been waiting for me his entire life.

“I lied!” His deep voice, calm, with no hint of regret or remorse, resounded in the hall, his lips twitching in disgust.

Kyle settled his hand on Selene’s waist, drawing her close. “You were never my mate. The ritual needed a marked wolf to bind the transfer. You were perfect, desperate, naive, easy to manipulate.”

Each of his words shot straight to my heart, sending my pulse quickening. My knees hit the ground as the burning ache intensified.

He called me naive. 

He wasn't wrong.

But he made me that way.

Lyra whimpered inside me, the sound cutting deeper than his words. 

My wolf had trusted him too—more than I ever dared to.

Was I really that desperate? 

No, he made me desperate.

Kyle raised his hand, commanding silence in the hall.

The next few seconds were heavy with tension. He stared at me, the calmness on his face replaced by a cold look that froze me on the spot.

The Luna mark burned, then cooled to nothing.

“I, Alpha Kyle of the SilverMoon Pack, reject you, Aria of no name, as my mate and Luna.”

His words crashed on me, the rejection hitting harder than a storm. Hot tears burned my eyes, scalding my cheeks.

An agonizing pain clawed at my heart, rendering my nerves wrecking inside me, my entire body trembling from pain.

I clutched at my chest to curb the sharp pain as a metallic stench filled my mouth. Blood spilled from my lips, staining the white marble floor.

My wolf’s heart-wrenching howl faded into silence.

I wanted to shift, to heal… but I couldn’t.

My wolf…!

‘Lyra!’ I called out desperately, screaming inside my mind. But she was silent.

As her essence drifted out of my body, my limbs weakened further.

‘Lyra!’ I gave a last desperate call,

She was still silent.

Everything around me turned into a blur. Realizing my wolf was gone, the excruciating pain became unbearable. My body hit the floor.

Kyle crowned Selene as his Luna.

The Pack members’ cheers rang inside the hall.

And reality hit me harder than it ever did.

Three months ago, he’d brought me here, promising me a home and a new family. 

I thought I’d finally found peace, and my years of suffering had ended.

Who knew I would be wandering into a bigger trap instead?

If this was death, fine. But if I lived… the moon helped them all.