Betrayed By The Mate The Moon Goddess Chose

After the Murray Pack was disbanded, Kairi Murray’s position as Michael’s destined Luna fell to me.

The Lycan Prince couldn’t bear to see his childhood friend, Kairi, reduced to the status of a rogue, so he pulled some strings and brought her into the Garcia Pack as an Omega.

As the rightful Luna, I had no intention of making things difficult for her.

But on our mating night, just as Michael was about to mark me, a mournful howl echoed through the halls.

It was Kairi, her voice trembling with heartache as she let out a sorrowful cry, a lament of unrequited love.

It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but the sorrowful sound made it feel more like a funeral.

It was a low blow, even for someone who had fallen from grace.

Michael’s hands, which had been warm and eager on my waist, froze. The desire in his eyes faded, replaced by a flicker of guilt.

Everyone in the pack knew he had saved Kairi from a life as a rogue and brought her into the pack.

His loyalty was admirable, but it didn’t change the fact that this was *our* night.

If we didn’t complete the marking ceremony, I’d be the laughingstock of the pack tomorrow.

The Lycan Queen wouldn’t blame her son for his indecision—she’d blame me for failing to hold his attention.

With that in mind, I wrapped my legs around Michael’s waist and pulled him closer.

I looked up at him, my eyes soft and pleading in the dim light.

“Your Highness,” I whispered, “tonight is our night. Please, give Holly the respect she deserves.”

My words snapped him out of his trance.

Kairi’s position as his mate had been his choice, but mine had been decreed by the Lycan King himself.

I came from the prestigious Garcia Pack, a family with a long history of loyalty and strength.

If he humiliated me tonight, it would be a slap in the face to my entire lineage.

Almost immediately, Michael made his decision.

He pressed me into the bed, his hands roaming over my body with renewed urgency.

I gasped, arching into his touch as he nipped at my neck, teasing the spot where his mark would soon reside.

Outside, Kairi’s howl continued, but Michael paid it no mind.

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The next morning, I woke up an hour before Michael.

We were scheduled to meet with the Lycan King and Queen, and I needed to look my best.

I sat in front of the mirror as a team of Omegas worked on my hair and makeup.

Even though the Garcia Pack was wealthy, nothing compared to the opulence of the royal family.

Within an hour, I was adorned with jewels and dressed in a luxurious gown, a wolf pendant resting on my chest.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.

As we headed to the car, Michael took my hand in his.

“The Queen is very kind,” he said, his voice