The Alpha’s Rejected Luna

I hid my vampire nature and wed a werewolf.

Later, he returned with his pregnant mistress.

“She’s afraid of the dark,” he stated calmly. “You’ll take the guest room tonight.”

I smiled and fastened the family heirloom around her wrist—one heartbeat later, her shriek shattered the silence.

He lunged to shield her, bellowing at me to kneel and beg forgiveness.

And I, turning my back to him, let my fangs descend.

…………

“She’s afraid of the dark.”

Liam stands framed in the doorway of our bedroom, Aurora Valencia clinging to his arm like a parasitic plant.

My bedroom. My sanctuary. My prison for the past nine years.

Nine years of smothering my true self for his sake.

Nine years of playacting the part of a dutiful werewolf Luna.

“You’ll sleep in the guest room tonight, Scarlett.”

It isn’t a suggestion. It’s an order.

My fangs throb behind my lips—the bloodlust I’ve mastered for nearly a decade surges violently to the surface.

Stay composed. Don’t let him glimpse the truth.

“As you wish, Alpha.”

His eyes narrow—he was anticipating tears.

Aurora’s pulse races, frantic and terrified like a cornered rabbit.

I can hear every frantic beat. Smell the sour tang of her fear. Taste the sharp adrenaline saturating the air.

Gods, I’m starving.

“The Moonvow Bracelet,” Liam commands, his voice devoid of warmth. “Give it to Aurora. She is the Luna now.”

The bracelet my grandmother bestowed upon me—not Blackwood pack magic, but ancient Ashwood blood magic.

A vampire ward that has concealed my secret all this time.

“With the greatest pleasure.”

I unfasten the clasp, feeling a torrent of my own power awaken the instant it leaves my skin.

“Scarlett—” Liam takes a sudden step forward.

Too late.

I snap the silver band around Aurora’s slender wrist.

The reaction is immediate and brutal.

A searing white light erupts, but it isn’t the bracelet rejecting her.

It is recognizing her.

Exposing what she truly is.

What she has done.

Aurora’s scream is a raw, animalistic sound as the magic brands truth into her very flesh—every deceit, every whispered manipulation, every tainted cup of tea she ever served.

Including the one that stole the life of my unborn son.

She crumples to the floor, body convulsing, dark blood welling beneath the glowing silver.

“What have you done?” Liam drops to his knees beside her, his face a mask of shock and fury.

“I gave her precisely what you demanded, Alpha.” My voice is glacial. “The bracelet reveals truth. And the truth, it seems, is burning her from the inside out.”

“KNEEL!” His Alpha command, laced with raw power, crashes against me like a physical wave.

A cold, humorless laugh escapes me.

Alpha commands hold no sway over vampires, you pathetic fool.

“Kneel and beg for her forgiveness NOW!”

“No.”

The single syllable reverberates through the grand hallway.

Pack members crowd every doorway, smartphones held aloft, recording the spectacle.

Elder Elijah watches from the shadows, a smug twist to his lips. “Three days,” he murmurs to the elder beside him, just loud enough for me to hear. “She’ll come crawling back.”

Just you watch.

Liam’s hand flashes out, his fingers closing like a vise around my throat.

His pulse hammers wildly against my lips—so close, so intoxicatingly potent.

I could rip his throat out this very second.