He Called Me A Convenient Luna

For seven years, I gave him everything, building his pack from a small group into the strongest force on the West Coast.

I thought my loyalty and hard work would earn his love.

But on the eve of my Luna coronation, I overheard the truth:

“Barbara is useful, cheap, and will never leave. I’ll give her a title, she’ll give me everything.”

Heartbroken, I realized—seven years of sacrifice meant nothing to him. I wasn’t loved; I was a tool.

So I walked away.

Later, he found me and begged me to return… but the woman who once followed him blindly was gone forever.

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The fluorescent lights in the Black Moon administrative building hummed overhead as I made my way down the marble corridor, clutching the ceremonial coronation vows against my chest.

Forty-eight hours. That's how long I'd been awake, coordinating every detail of tomorrow's Luna coronation ceremony—from the hand-calligraphed invitations sent to pack leaders across the nation to the precise arrangement of white roses that would line the ceremonial altar.

My fingers traced the edges of the parchment, feeling the raised gold seal that would make our bond official in the eyes of the werewolf community. Seven years of devotion, of building Lucian's pack from a struggling regional group into one of the most powerful forces on the West Coast, and tomorrow it would all be worth it. Tomorrow, I would finally have the family and security I'd craved since my parents' death.

The moonstone covenant ring felt heavy in my jacket pocket—a flawless stone that had taken me three months of savings to afford. It would be presented during the ceremony, a symbol of eternal commitment that no Alpha could refuse. My heart fluttered with nervous excitement as I approached Lucian's office door.

Then I heard his voice.

"She's like a declawed cat, Ethan. Completely harmless." Lucian's laugh carried through the heavy oak door, and I froze mid-step. My enhanced werewolf hearing, sharpened by years of administrative vigilance, caught every word with crystal clarity.

"You're terrible, man." That was Ethan Vance, Lucian's Beta and closest friend. "But seriously, are you really going through with this coronation? I mean, Barbara's nice and all, but she's so... submissive. Is that really what you want in a Luna?"

"That's exactly what I want." Lucian's tone turned calculating, the voice he used when discussing business acquisitions. "She's useful, cheap, and she'll never leave. Do you know how much money she's saved this pack with her little pharmaceutical projects? And she asks for nothing in return except my approval."

The parchment crinkled in my tightening grip. My breath caught in my throat as the conversation continued, each word slicing through the fantasy I'd built around our relationship.

"But what about... you know, passion? Chemistry?" Ethan's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've seen the way you look at Miranda. That girl's got fire."

A long pause. Then Lucian's voice, thick with desire I'd never heard directed at me: "Miranda brings out the wolf