JILTED LUNA, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING

***AURORA***

"Just a touch more gloss on the lower lip, Miss Vale, and you will be absolutely perfect."

The makeup artist smiled warmly, stepping back to admire her work. She picked up a large, fluffy brush and lightly dusted a shimmering setting powder over my collarbones. "I have worked with a dozen brides this season, but you? You are a true classical Luna. The Mooncroft pack is incredibly lucky."

"Thank you, Maria," I replied, offering her a soft smile through the mirror.

Every detail in the cathedral bridal suite was immaculate. The room smelled of fresh white roses and expensive French perfume. Strands of my long silver-blonde hair had been pinned up in an elegant twist, leaving a few soft curls to frame my face.

I looked exactly like the woman I had spent three long years training to be.

After my father died and my mother fell into a permanent coma, our old, respected Vale name was the only currency I had left. I had used that name to clean up Cassian's public image, soften his reckless business scandals, and quietly secure him the respect he needed to rise through the pack ranks. This marriage was supposed to protect what remained of my family's crumbling estate. It was my safety, my future.

"The church bells are starting, Miss Vale!" the younger hair assistant chimed in eagerly, checking her watch. "Ten minutes until the walk. Shall we attach the veil now?"

"Yes, please," I said, my heart doing a little flutter of nervous excitement. I reached for the vintage diamond hairpin on the vanity table. "Let’s make it official."

The heavy doors of the suite suddenly crashed open.

The joyous chatter in the room died instantly. I turned around slowly. Ivy stood in the doorway, her face completely drained of color. She was out of breath, her chest heaving, and her hands were shaking so violently she nearly dropped her phone.

"Maria, out. Both of you, get out right now," Ivy ordered, her voice cracking with a terrifying strain of panic.

Maria blinked, confused. "But the veil..."

"I said get the fuck out!" Ivy screamed.

The two stylists scrambled, grabbing their kits in terror and fleeing into the hallway. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Ivy pressed her back against the door, a stray tear escaping her eye as she looked at me.

"Ivy, you're scaring me," I said, my voice dropping into a whisper. "What is it? Is Cassian downstairs? Is he having cold feet?"

"He’s not downstairs, Aurora," Ivy whispered, reluctantly lifting the glowing screen of her phone. "He’s not coming. The entire city... oh god, the entire pack alliance is watching."

My fingers went numb as I snatched the device from her hands.

The screen was filled with a live broadcast trending globally across Nocturne City. The banner at the bottom read: *MOONCROFT AND SOREN ALLIANCE: THE NEW ERA.*

The video was a high-profile, live-streamed press conference broadcasting from the grand ballroom of the Moonspire Hotel across town. Standing at a podium, bathed in the flashing lights of a hundred paparazzi cameras, was my fiancé—Cassian Mooncroft.

He looked flawlessly handsome in his tailored black tuxedo, but his hand wasn't empty. His fingers were tightly locked with those of Celeste Soren, the Alpha Council Chairman's daughter. 

Celeste was glowing, wearing a diamond-encrusted emerald dress, smiling like a queen who had just conquered a territory.

"...And so, to secure the future of the Nocturne alliance," Cassian’s smooth, charming baritone echoed from the phone speaker, entirely unwavering. "I am proud to formally announce my immediate bonding and upcoming marriage to Celeste Soren. The Mooncroft and Soren lineages are officially united from this day forward."

A reporter yelled over the flashing lights. "Mr. Mooncroft! What about your wedding to Aurora Vale? The guests are sitting at the cathedral right now!"

Cassian didn't even blink. He simply offered the cameras a perfectly practiced, solemn expression. "The arrangement with the Vale family was a childhood understanding that has long since passed its viability. I wish Aurora the best, but a true Alpha leader requires a Luna who can match the weight of the Council."

The phone slipped from my hand, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

Outside the heavy bridal suite doors, the distant, joyful ringing of the cathedral bells suddenly sounded like a mockery. As if that wasn't bad enough, a sharp knock suddenly rattled the door.

"Aurora?" My Aunt Lenora’s voice cut through from the hallway, dripping with a sickeningly sweet strain of forced panic. "Darling, open the door! The guests… people are starting to leave through the side exits! The Mooncroft guards just walked out!"

I didn't answer. I couldn't move. A suffocating numbness settled deep into my chest, paralyzing my lungs.

He had orchestrated a public execution. He hadn't just broken it off, he intentionally timed his announcement to hit the exact minute I was supposed to walk down the aisle, ensuring my utter social ruin would be broadcasted to every pack in the country. 

After I had spent all my last penny on these marriage arrangements, even borrowing to add to it, all because he said he was broke at the moment and would pay afterwards. He had turned the Vale name into a citywide joke.

"Aurora, say something," Ivy cried, grabbing my cold hands. "Look at me. We can get you out the back. My car is parked by the service alley. We can leave before the paparazzi track you here."

"No."

The word left my mouth before I could even think, and the suffocating numbness in my chest suddenly shattered, giving way to a heat that flushed through my veins. 

The quiet, obedient girl who had spent her life trying to make everyone comfortable died right there in front of the mirror.

"What do you mean, no?" Ivy blinked, terrified by the sudden clarity in my grey eyes. "Aurora, you can't walk out there. The crowd..."

"I'm not walking out to the chapel, Ivy," I said, my voice dead calm.

I reached down to my vanity table and snatched a pair of heavy silver fabric scissors. Before Ivy could stop me, I grabbed the suffocating layers of white lace and tulle at my waist and sliced upward, then I ripped the long train completely off the gown, leaving the skirt frayed and short enough for me to move without restriction.

I threw the shears onto the table, grabbed the diamond wedding veil from my head, and tossed it into the trash can.

"Aurora, what are you doing?" Ivy gasped, watching me march toward the door.

"Cassian wanted to give the city a show," I whispered, pushing the doors open, completely ignoring Aunt Lenora who stood in the hallway with a fake expression of horror. "Let's go give him a finale."

I didn't hide my face as I walked down the long, stone corridors. I carried my head high, my shoulders straight, letting the frayed silk of my ruined dress snap against my legs.

They wanted to look at the jilted bride? Fine. I would make sure they never forgot the sight.

I pushed through the grand glass double doors of the cathedral entrance, stepping straight out into the damp, freezing afternoon air. The rain was just beginning to mist over the city, slicking the concrete steps.

Ivy ran down after me, pulling her keys out. "Where are we going, Aurora?"

I stopped at the edge of the curb, looking toward the downtown skyline where the Moonspire Hotel glowed with luxury lights.

"The reception," I said, my voice cutting through the cold wind. "Drive.”