Veyra POV
My father isn’t happy, even I know that.
“What have you done?” His words are growled, his nails digging into my skin.
“He wanted our pack!” I argue.
“Then you give him it.” His words are sharp and I stare.
“What? Why would I give him the pack?” I didn’t train to be Alpha just to hand it over to a man.
“A man is meant to be alpha, not a woman. You should have agreed to give him the pack.”
I don’t understand. “I’ve proven I can take care of the pack, I’ve proven I can be alpha, why now are you not agreeing?”
“You’re a disgrace. What sort of person rejects becoming Luna just to hold onto a pack? To hold onto a title that is meant for a man?”
I stare at my father, my breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts. My entire life has been spent proving to him that I can lead, that I am strong enough, ruthless enough, and capable enough to take this pack into the future. And now, when I am finally about to take what is mine, he tells me I should have just handed it over?
“You would rather I give up everything I worked for?” I ask, my voice dangerously quiet.
“Yes,” he replies, his eyes cold and unwavering. “That is what you should have done.”
Shaking my head, I’m unable to believe what I’m hearing. “You would rather let a man who betrayed me, who betrayed this pack, take it just because he’s a man?”
“This isn’t just about him being a man,” my father snarls his voice is filled with irritation. “It’s about tradition, it’s about stability. The pack will question you. They will resist you. You could have avoided all of this by making the right choice.”
The right choice? I let a sharp breath, and anger simmers beneath my skin. “I am the right choice!”
“No. You are emotional!” His words are lou,d and people watch us.
“Emotional? I’m standing right here after being humiliated in front of my entire pack. After my mate has betrayed me, and I haven’t fallen apart.” My voice rises, echoing through the hall. “If I were emotional, I would be tearing through everyone who dares to stand against me. Instead, I am here, standing tall and demanding what is mine.”
His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t speak. So, I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “You don’t want a strong leader. You want someone you can control. And you know I will never be that.”
His silence is all the confirmation that I need. I glance at the room, at the pack members who are watching us and waiting. Some of them avert their gazes, others look conflicted, but no one steps forward to challenge me.
They know the truth.
I turn back to my father. “You may be ashamed of me, but I will never be ashamed of myself. If you cannot stand by my side as I take this pack, then stand aside.”
His lips press into a thin line, he doesn’t move, he’s not going to fight me because he can’t. Who else is he going to give the pack to? He’s ill, he won’t live long enough for me to find my second mate and marry them.
“I’m giving the title to Kieran.”
His words are loud and everyone hears them. I stand frozen, my father’s words echoing in my head. Looking at him, I search for something that says he’s bluffing, that this is a test, but his expression remains cold.
He can’t do this, my hands clench into fists. “You can’t. Kieran betrayed me. He betrayed this pack.”
My father scoffs. “He secured a future for himself. He secured stability for this pack. Something you were too stubborn to do.”
I shake my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. “Stability? You think letting our enemy’s bloodline rule our pack is stability? You’re handing everything over to a man who slept with our rival and is now bound to them by marriage?”
My father’s eyes darken, but before he can respond, Kieran steps forward, his arm still wrapped possessively around Lyra.
“Veyra, your father is right,” Kieran says smoothly. “You should have given me the pack willingly. Now, it’s mine anyway.”
His words slam into me like a blow, and I can see the people in the pack hating this. They don’t want Kieran as their alpha and certainly don’t want Lyra as their Luna.
“And what does that make me?” I ask, my voice hollow.
Kieran grins. “Nothing.”
Lyra giggles at his side, her fingers trailing along his chest. “Oh, come now, Veyra. You didn’t really think you still had a place here, did you?”
Fury builds inside of me and I swallow it down, no one in the pack will say a thing, they fear Lyra’s pack too much. “So what now? You take my title, my pack, and what? You expect me to kneel for you two?”
Kieran smirks. “No, I expect you to leave.”
Leave? The words hit harder than I expected. He wants me gone, just like that.
Tilting her head, Lyra smiles, but it’s dripping with satisfaction. “There’s no room for you here anymore. Kieran is Alpha, and I am Luna. Your father has made his choice, just as Kieran did.”
I turn back to my father, my voice sharp. “Is this what you wanted? To cast me aside like I was never meant to lead?”
“You made your choice,” he says. “Now live with it.”
I suck in a breath, forcing myself to stand taller, refusing to let them see the way my heart is breaking.
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