Enduring Five Years As The Alpha's Rejected Luna

On the fifth anniversary of their mate bond, Alpha Jeremiah Pierce of the Silver Fang Pack gave Anais a night she would never forget—by forcing her to drink bourbon until she could no longer stand.

“Alpha, I really can’t drink any more…” Anais's voice cracked as she pleaded, her Omega status making her voice tremble under the weight of his Alpha aura.

He sneered, leaning down to meet her tear-stained eyes, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. “Your parents loved booze so much, they drank themselves into a crash that wiped out my entire family. As their daughter, you must love it too, right?”

“I’m sorry,” Anais whispered, her eyes filled with despair. The words had become a mantra, repeated so often they were just a sound. “But my parents paid for it with their lives. Isn’t that enough?”

“Can their deaths bring my family back?” His grip tightened painfully on her chin, almost crushing it. “Anais, it’s only been five years. You’re telling me you can’t handle it?”

He released her, gesturing to the two Delta warriors behind him. “Pour.”

The warriors approached, one pinning Anais's shoulders while the other forced her mouth open. Cold liquid poured down her throat, and she choked, tears streaming uncontrollably, powerless to resist the Alpha’s command.

She collapsed on the floor, her face flushed painfully, soaked from head to toe in harsh spirits.

When would this torment end? She didn’t know.

“Alpha, weren’t we supposed to have that candlelit dinner? What's all this about?”

The voice from the doorway interrupted the scene. Through her teary vision, Anais saw Marley Castillo, a Delta in the pack, standing there, dressed in a white summer dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and her features like a painting.

Anais’s breath caught in her throat, a wave of sorrow washing over her.

Marley looked so much like her twenty-two-year-old self.

No wonder Alpha Jeremiah kept her around.

Seeing Marley, Jeremiah’s expression softened instantly. “Hey love, could you wait a little longer? Today’s our anniversary, and I’m giving Anais a special gift.”

Marley shot Anais a disdainful look, then clung to Jeremiah’s sleeve with a pout. “Why waste your time on someone not worth it?”

Jeremiah fell silent, clearly torn. In the end, he gently changed the subject. “Are you hungry? Let me take you out for dinner.”

With that, he took Marley’s hand and led her away.

As they passed Anais, Marley deliberately brushed against the towering pile of empty bottles. With a deafening crash, the pile toppled, shards of glass raining down on Anais, who instinctively shielded her face but was left with cuts all over her body.

“Ah!” Marley gasped. “I didn’t mean to! Should we take her to the pack’s healer?”

Jeremiah didn’t spare Anais a glance. “Leave her.”

He picked up Marley's hand, his brow furrowing with concern. “You’ve cut your hand.”

The wound was little more than a scratch, but Jeremiah treated it as if it were a grave injury,