Ding-Dong, the Alpha's Dead

Three months after the mysterious disappearance of my Alpha mate during his patrol, I found him in a bar near the border. He was cuddling his childhood friend, a she-wolf, laughing smugly.

"I wanted to get rid of Bethany for ages! Thanks for giving me the idea to enjoy the freedom I've been looking forward to for a long time."

The she-wolf nestled delicately against his chest, feeding him wine with her mouth.

She asked him when he was planning to return—his answer was nonchalant. "I'll enjoy myself for another week and go back once Bethany's gone mad. That'll teach her not to be such a micromanager!"

His close friends all praised them.

"Great move! After this, the Luna will obey your every word."

"The witch's disguise potion is so useful. No one recognized you all this time!"

No one noticed me hiding in the shadows, watching how carefree he was.

I called the pack's elder; using my position as the Luna, I announced that the Alpha was dead and that it was time to prepare for the election of the next Alpha.

Three months after my Alpha mate disappeared, I searched the entire world desperately for him.

I found him in a bar, his childhood friend in his arms, feeding him wine mouth to mouth.

"The Alpha is confirmed dead. We will now begin preparations for the Alpha Election."

"Luna, are we truly giving up?" asked the elder on the other end of the line, his tone laced with disbelief.

I looked into the private room through the door crack, where my Alpha was caressing Desiree's cheek indulgently.

My heart stung with pain.

With a choked voice, I replied, "It has been three months. The rescue party we sent out all came back with nothing. No matter how much it hurts me, I must accept that he's dead. Not to mention, our pack must have an Alpha."

What use was an Alpha who abandoned both his pack and his Luna, even if he was found?

After arranging the process for appointing the next Alpha, I hung up and returned to my private room.

When my friend saw my red eyes, she passed me a glass of wine. "Bethany, I know you're hurting, but Sampson has gone missing for three months now. It's time for you to accept reality."

My hands trembled as I took the wine from her. I swallowed the entire glass despite the hurt I felt inside.

The drink was bitter, but it wasn't as bitter as what I was feeling. I held back my tears as I asked, "Would anyone fake their disappearance just to deceive their Luna?"

Thinking I was rambling because I missed Sampson too much, my friend sighed. "Stop thinking about it. No one could be so shameless. If that were true, then they would be better off dead."

I nodded blankly and stood up. "You're right. Let's consider him dead."

I left without looking back and returned home.

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