All Chapters of The Luna's Choice: Betrayed By My Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

The Alpha ceremony wasn’t subtle. It never was.By mid-afternoon, the courtyard outside the pack hall was lined with all of the members of the pack. The warriors were stood stoically in their dress blacks, the elders conversing quietly amongst themselves in their slate robes, students and non-ranked members were seated in front of the platform, chatting amongst themselves excitedly as they waited for the ceremony to begin..Their pack's banner hung proudly behind where Noah waited patiently with his father on the stone dais. He wore his training leathers, not the traditional formal wear, which broke with tradition. That was a deliberate choice, though, and he’d argued hard for it. “I’m not inheriting a dinner party,” he’d said to his father as they had argued over it, “I’m inheriting a workload.” His father had snorted, understanding instantly his intent, and then quickly agreed.Lucy stood to his left with the council, not directly beside him as was traditional. This was also deli

By the time the sun dropped, the courtyard and surrounding halls had emptied. The banner hung the same way it had at noon, and the pack hall door remained open.Inside, the omegas worked busily, clearing the last remnants of the evening celebration away so that they could begin preparing it for the morning’s rush. Lucy sat in the corner of the hall with a drink clutched in one hand and eating a sandwich she didn’t remember asking for.Noah appeared beside her, dropping a file on the table and pulling a chair out to join her.“How were your first few hours as a tyrant?” she asked, smirking.“Humbling,” he said with a thoughtful nod. “I quite enjoyed it.” “Of course you do.” She snorted.He tapped the notes in front of him with a little sigh.“These are the things that I think we need to address first,” he said as he flicked through the pages absent-mindedly.“There will always be something to do, Noah. You should try to just enjoy the night. The issues will still be there in the morn

Three months after the ceremony, their days seemed to run on muscle memory.Noah woke before dawn, checked the patrol logs, walked the border with his Beta Aaron, and ended up in the kitchen with Lucy already barefoot at their kitchen island, laptop open, coffee poured and ready in both mugs, and the rest of his agenda on a sticky note that she’d taped to his cup.“Training rotation first,” she said, sliding him the list. “Omega housing inspection at ten. Vendor call at noon. My mother wants to bring dessert tonight, even though I told her the menu is already set. I surrendered at ‘honey cake.’”“You negotiated with your mother?” he asked, his eyebrow raising in suspicious disbelief.“I said she could bring one cake if she promised not to ‘improve’ the roast. She countered with two cakes and casual commentary on the dishes. I settled at cake plus zero commentary within earshot.”“It’s nice to see you’ve grown to handle your mother’s ‘quirks’ effectively.” He grinned, “I’m sure you ter

The news stayed quiet to start with. They told their parents first, at a dinner that Noah had the omegas organise under strict secrecy.Lucy’s mother cried the way that mothers cry when a thing they feared might never come to pass, suddenly does. She cupped Lucy’s face and pressed their foreheads together, and whispered a prayer to the Moon Goddess. Lucy’s father shook Noah’s hand too hard and then hugged him in a way that surprised them both.“I’ll check the nursery window seals,” he said after, “Drafts are sneaky and can make a pup ill in a heartbeat.”“Thank you,” Noah said, knowing that the grandparents would dote on the baby once it arrived.Noah’s parents arrived with more honey cake and a bassinet that had been in their attic since Noah’s uncle. Noah’s mother showed Lucy how to adjust the tiny mattress without trapping fingers, and Noah’s father asked if the eastern fence posts were holding.“They’re holding up well,” Noah said, unbothered by the repetition of the question at e