Betrayed Luna's Triumph

The thick cream envelope sat on my kitchen counter like a ticking bomb. The Moonrise Werewolf Academy logo gleamed in gold embossing, mocking me with its prestige. My hands trembled as I slid my finger under the seal, already knowing what I'd find inside.

"Dear Mrs. Boyd," I read aloud, my voice hollow in the empty kitchen. "We regret to inform you that your daughter Emma's acceptance to our institution has been rescinded due to administrative reconsideration."

The letter continued with polite, meaningless apologies, but my eyes locked on the final paragraph: "The available position has been offered to Jake Stevens, whose application was strengthened by an Alpha with exceptional healing credentials."

My coffee mug hit the counter with a crack. "Exceptional healing credentials?" I whispered. "That's my husband they're talking about."

Fury propelled me out the door. Twenty minutes later, I stood in the academy's marble lobby, the letter crumpled in my fist.

"Mrs. Boyd," the admissions director stammered, her eyes darting nervously to her colleague. "I'm afraid the decision is final."

"Final?" My voice echoed through the hushed office. "My daughter has been working toward this since she was twelve. Her grades are perfect. Her bloodline is—"

"We understand your disappointment," the woman interrupted, "but when an Alpha of Dr. Boyd's standing personally vouches for another candidate..."

She trailed off, but her meaning was clear. My mate had used his influence to give away our daughter's future.

"Where is he?" I demanded, already heading for the door. "Where is my husband?"

The medical wing of our pack house was Nolan's domain—pristine white walls, the scent of antiseptic, and the hushed reverence of staff who believed in his miraculous healing abilities. I'd always been proud of his work, of the way he could heal even the most grievous wounds with what seemed like a touch.

Now I stormed past those same staff members, ignoring their startled looks.

"Nolan!" I slammed open his office door. He looked up from his desk, irritation flashing across his handsome features before settling into practiced concern.

"Katherine," he said smoothly, rising to his feet. "I'm in the middle of something important."

"More important than our daughter's future?" I thrust the letter at his chest. "You gave away Emma's spot at Moonrise."

His expression hardened. "I don't have time for this right now. There's an emergency with the eastern border patrol."

"Stop lying to me!" My voice cracked with desperation. "This isn't pack business. This is about Emma."

Nolan's phone buzzed on his desk. He glanced at it, and something flickered across his face—guilt? Fear? The screen displayed only a single letter: M.

"Who's M?" I asked, stepping closer.

His jaw tightened. "Pack business, Katherine."

"Is it Melanie Stevens?" I pressed, remembering the woman who'd always lingered too close at pack gatherings.

"You're being hysterical," he said coldly, his Alpha tone seeping into his voice. "Not every pack child deserves elite education. Some simply aren't meant for greatness."

The dismissal in his voice cut deeper