After the Rejection I Became His Luna
“I try to be. For you. For our pack. For myself.”
That evening, the Summit Council announced the neutral judges for tomorrow’s debate: Alpha Chen (progressive), Alpha Morrison (traditional), and Alpha Blackwood (moderate). It could have been worse—at least Chen would be fair. Morrison would probably favor Dominic, but Blackwood was genuinely neutral.
“Two out of three potential allies,” Maya assessed. “Could be worse.”
“Could be better.”
“Welcome to politics.”
I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the debate going wrong. Saw Dominic dismantling my arguments. Saw the judges ruling against me. Saw three years of work crumbling because I couldn’t defend what we’d built w