Rejected by the Luna Queen

Malia of Silvermoon POV 

"I cannot mark you, Derek, and I will not let you be my Alpha King!"

"Malia, what are you saying? The moon goddess gave us this bond."

"Look at where we stand in the Silvermoon Alpha Tower, Derek. I am the Luna Queen of Silvermoon Holdings now, and you are just a small young pack healer. The gap between our pack powers is too wide."

"A burden? Is that what our three years in the sacred pack keep mean to you now?"

"Do not make this harder. I owe you for helping my family when we almost lost our pack lands, so I will give you a big settlement of pack resources, a luxury pack lodge, and territory runners."

"Is this all my love is worth to you, Malia? Just a check of 1.2 million pack resources?"

"If it is not enough to make you leave the Beacon Moon Territory, name your price."

"So you are dead set on breaking our eternal lunar bond for this pack dominion?"

"I am the Luna Queen with a net worth of over 150 million in pack resources, and every powerful alpha in the Beacon Moon City wants me. You do not fit in my world anymore."

"I made you breakfast every morning in the den, and I used my healing arts to save your pack from going under. I guess a powerful alpha name means more than love."

"I know you are angry, Derek. Just take the pack resources and go back to your small healing sanctuary."

"Keep your breakup money, Luna Queen Malia. I do not need it to survive."

"Stop right there, you weak omega!"

"Talia! I mean, Elder Irene, why are you here?"

"Do not call me your pack mother, we are not family! Move your legs out of our Alpha Council Chamber and take your trash with you."

"You are throwing my sacred gifts on the floor?"

"Yes! This cheap engagement ring and the little pack resources you saved do not belong in our sacred pack keep. My daughter is meant for greatness."

"I always treated you with respect, Talia. I saved your life when the rogues attacked."

"Do not talk back to me, boy! You are just a dreamer chasing a true alpha lineage you can never touch."

"Mom, stop yelling in the council hall!"

"No, Malia! He needs to know his place before Jackson Whittemore comes back from the Shadow Creek Packlands. He is the future leader of the Whittemore Nightfang Pack."

"You already chose another alpha candidate behind my back?"

"The Whittemore family is a powerhouse in the Crescent Ridge Territory, Derek. They have warriors, territory control, and gold. Jackson will inherit the whole pack dominion."

"I see. I hope your social climbing brings you everything you want."

"Wait, you are just walking away without crying or begging?"

"Let him go, Malia! That good-for-nothing is finally gone, and now our family will skyrocket to the top tier of the Grand Pack Council."

"Why does my chest feel so empty, Mom? It feels like a piece of my soul just died."

"Do not worry about that peasant, my beautiful Luna. Look at what he left behind in the elevator."

"What is that shining inside the cheap wooden box?"