Her Alpha's Rejection, His Luna's Rise

Selene

The corridor smelled of pine oil and candle smoke. My heart drummed. I'd grown up in these halls, carrying baskets of meat to the kitchens, patching leathers for the warriors when my father's debts weighed too heavy. Tonight was supposed to wash that past away. Tonight I was meant to stand beside Kaelen, not as the poor Beta's daughter who hunted rabbits to keep her family alive, but as his Luna.

Kaelen and I weren't perfect in any way, we argued like wildfire meeting wind, but the bond hummed between us like a living thread that pulled me forward.

Just beyond, I could hear voices murmuring, but they weren't the joyous chants I'd expected. No drums, no howls of celebration. My pace slowed as a chill creept up my spine.

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

I pushed through the archway, the cool night air hitting me like a slap. The garden was full, every member of the pack gathered in neat rows, their faces illuminated by the glow of floating lanterns. Elders at the front, warriors flanking the sides, families clustered together. But no one turned to greet me. No smiles, no nods. Every eye I tried to meet darted away, their shoulders hunched as if in shame.

What in the Goddess's name...

Then my gaze locked on the central dais where the officiator stood with his arms raised, the sacred runes glowing faintly on his robes. And there, beside him, was Kaelen. My Kaelen, tall and commanding in his Alpha regalia, dark blond hair catching the lantern light, green eyes fixed ahead. But he wasn't alone. Clinging to his arm, radiant in a gown of shimmering gold, was a woman I recognized all too well: Princess Lysandra of the Seawolf Pack, her golden hair cascading like a crown.

No. This couldn't be. My mind reeled, refusing to process the scene. The marking circle was already drawn, the air thick with the scent of incense and fresh blood. Kaelen's hand rested on her neck, where a fresh bite mark gleamed.

"The union is sealed," the officiator intoned, his voice carrying over the hush. "Alpha Kaelen of Bloodfang and Luna Lysandra, bound before the Moon Goddess and the pack."

A murmur of discomfort rippled through the crowd. I stepped forward, my legs moving on instinct, my bridal gown suddenly feeling like chains.

"Kaelen!" My voice cracked the silence, loud and demanding. Heads turned then, eyes widening in pity or guilt, but still, no one spoke. "What is this?!"

Kaelen turned, his lips still red from the remnants of her lip paint. But his green eyes were unrepentant. "Selene." My name sounded wrong in his mouth. "You shouldn't be here yet."

"Shouldn't be... " The laugh tore from my throat, sharp and ugly. "This is our ceremony, Kaelen. Our marking. What have you done?"

Lysandra shifted beside him and placed her hand possessively on his arm. "It's done, huntress. The pack has a Luna now. One who brings strength."

I ignored her, my focus on him. The man I'd loved since we were barely more than cubs, the one who'd whispered promises under the stars, the man who'd fathered our son. "Explain yourself," I demanded, striding closer, the crowd parting like water before a storm. "We are fated. The mate bond is sacred. You can't just–"

"I can," he interrupted with a firm voice. "As Alpha, my duty is to Bloodfang first. This here is Princess Lysandra from–"

"I don't give a rat's ass who she is, Kaelen! What is she doing on my stage?!"

He sighed once then, "Lysandra brings alliances we need: ships from the coasts, gold to fill our coffers, spices for trade, armies to bolster our borders. What do you bring, Selene? A Beta's bloodline? Your bow and your charity?"

His words landed like arrows in my chest, but I didn't show it. Inside though, the bond twisted into a sharp ache that mirrored his indifference.

How could he say this? After everything?

"I bring loyalty," I shot back. "I've hunted for this pack when bellies were empty. I've healed the sick. I've given you a son, Kaelen. An heir. You told me you–"

He cut me off. "I told you what I felt. I never lied about that. But feelings won't feed our people, Selene. My duty comes first."

"Duty?" My voice rose, burning through my throat. "Duty is when I stood on the battle front lines against rogues. Duty is when I carried broken warriors back from the border while you were too busy polishing your father's throne with your shiny ass! So don't you dare speak to me of duty!"

Gasps rippled, but still no one stepped forward. I searched their faces, searching for one ally, one shred of loyalty. Nothing. All of them were cowards.

The warriors I'd trained with, the families I'd shared meals with, the elders who'd watched me grow.

"Tell him," I pleaded, my eyes locking on Thorne, the old hunter who'd taught me my first shot. "Thorne, don't you remember the winter famine when I brought down three elk alone? It fed the village for weeks."

Thorne's gaze dropped to the ground, and his shoulders slumped. No words.

"And Mira," I continued, spotting her pale face near the back. "You said it yourself tonight. I've always put the pack first."

She looked away, her eyes welled up with tears, but her lips stayed sealed.

One by one, they averted their eyes. Warriors I'd bled beside, mothers whose children I'd protected. Loyalty seemed to have a price tonight, and Lysandra's gold outweighed my blood.

Pain lanced through me, but it fueled the fire. I whirled back to Kaelen. "This is betrayal. Not just of me, but of the Goddess herself. The bond doesn't lie. You feel it, same as I do."

He stepped down from the dais, closing the distance between us, his presence as commanding as ever. Up close, I could see the faint lines of tension around his eyes.

"The bond is a gift," he said quietly, for my ears alone. "But it's not the only path. I love you, Selene, you know that. Your fire and your strength have always drawn me. But I won't sacrifice the pack's future for it."

Love. A week ago, I'd have believed him. Now, the word tasted foreign. "Then what now? You mark her, parade her as Luna, and expect me to slink away into some corner of the keep and lick my wounds?"

Lysandra laughed, a tinkling sound that made me want to tear her throat out. "Why not? You're nothing but a hunter's whelp. Slink back to your bow and leave the ruling to those born for it."

"Quiet," Kaelen snapped at her, a flash of irritation crossing his face. Then he turned to me, and his voice softened, almost pleading. "You don't have to leave. Stay as my second wife. The laws allow it for Alphas. You'll have a place here, honor, access to Dorian. We can still share... moments."

My stomach twisted. Second wife. A consolation prize. The pack murmured uneasily, but none protested for me.

"You think that's mercy?" I hissed, my voice low and venomous. "To chain me here, watching you with her? Feeling every touch through the bond while I'm cast aside?"

"It's practical," he replied. "You're Beta-born, Selene. You get one mate. Leave, and you'll be alone forever. No other will claim you. No family, no future. Stay, and you at least keep some of what we had."

I spat at him then. My spit landed against his cheek, gleaming in the torchlight. "I'd rather rot in the dirt."

The sound of gasps and murmurs rose from around the room.

Kaelen wiped it away slowly, and then locked his eyes on mine. For the first time since we were pups, I saw anger there. "Careful, Selene. You speak against your Alpha."

I leaned in, daring him. "You stopped being my Alpha the moment you betrayed me."

Kaelen's jaw tightened, his Alpha aura flaring, pressing against me like a warning. "Think carefully. This isn't just about us. Dorian needs his mother."

Using our son was low, even for him. "Dorian needs a father who honors his word," I retorted. "Not one who sells his soul for gold."

Kaelen stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough for me to hear. "Think carefully. If you walk away now, you'll never see your son again."

"Monster," I whispered.

"Alpha," he corrected.

Lysandra stepped forward then, her golden gown catching the light. "Enough of this drama. The ceremony is over. Guards, escort her out."

Two warriors moved toward me with slight hesitation in their steps. I knew them... Bram and Kael, men I'd sparred with. "Don't touch me," I warned, my voice steady. They paused, then glanced at Kaelen.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Selene, please. For the pack's sake."

"For the pack?" I laughed bitterly. "The pack that won't even look at me now? Fine. But remember this, Kaelen: you've broken more than a bond tonight. You've created an enemy."

I turned on my heel, head high, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes. The crowd parted again, whispers finally breaking the silence with pitying murmurs and regrets too late.

Kaelen's voice followed me. "Selene, wait. I know you're emotional right now, and it's understandable. But my offer still stands. Be my second wife and we shall continue just as we were."

The pack held its breath. Even the torches seemed to flicker, waiting.

I bared my teeth into the most twisted smile I could manage. "You'll regret this. You'll all regret it. I'll make damn sure of it."

Then I turned on my heel and walked away, every step echoing in the suffocating silence, every coward's averted gaze searing into my back. My heart thundered, but my spine stayed straight. If they thought I'd break here, they didn't know me at all.

But they would.