When the Luna Walked Away from Her Fated Alpha

Synopsis

Returning from a critical mission for the Moonstone Pack, I arrived at the packhouse late at night, eager to surprise Weston on his birthday. The air carried the faint scent of rain and something else—something floral that made my wolf stir uneasily. As I pushed open the heavy oak door, Aleah Gibson, an Omega from our pack, stood there wearing my silk robe, her blonde hair damp and her lips curved into a smug smile. "Oh, Luna Viviana!" she chirped, her tone sickly sweet. "I just came by to discuss some pack matters with Alpha Weston. I got caught in the rain, so I borrowed your robe. I hope you don’t mind." I stared at her, my jaw tightening. Before I could respond, Weston emerged from the bathroom, his muscular frame wrapped in a towel, water droplets glistening on his bronzed skin. His dark eyes, usually so commanding, flickered with irritation when they landed on me. "Viviana," he said, his voice sharp. "I thought you were away on the mission. Why are you back?" I forced a neutral expression, though my chest ached. "I needed some documents from the study." I tossed the carefully wrapped gift—a silver dagger forged by the finest blacksmiths of the Shadowclaw Pack—into the trash bin by the door. My fingers trembled as I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message to Ryland Martinez, the Healer from a neighboring pack. "Prepare the severing ceremony. It’s time." --- They were too engrossed in their whispered conversation to notice me as I slipped into the study. My fingers brushed against the spines of ancient texts, pulling