Luna Rejected by Her Mate

The pack house glowed with warm golden light, every corner decorated with silver ribbons and moonflowers to celebrate our fifth mating anniversary. The feast had been magnificent—roasted venison, honey cakes, and wine that sparkled like starlight. Pack members had toasted our renewed bond, their faces bright with joy as Jude and I had performed the marking ceremony again, his teeth grazing my neck in the sacred ritual that was supposed to strengthen our connection.

Now, in the quiet aftermath, I sat on our bed watching Jude shower through the partially open bathroom door. Steam curled around his broad shoulders, and I should have felt content, blessed even. The Moon Goddess had given us five beautiful years as mates, and tonight we had renewed our sacred bond before the entire pack.

But something felt wrong. A hollow ache had settled in my chest during the ceremony, as if the Moon Goddess herself was trying to tell me something.

Jude's phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a message notification. Without thinking, I reached for it—we had never kept secrets from each other. The password was our mating date, the same as always.

My fingers trembled as I opened the message thread. The sender's name made my blood freeze: Willow Taylor.

The message was simple: "Thank you for tonight. Our little one will be so proud of his father."

Our little one?

With shaking hands, I scrolled up through their conversation. Pet names. Intimate messages. And then—a video file sent just hours ago, timestamped during our anniversary feast.

I pressed play.

The world shattered.

On the small screen, I watched my mate—my Alpha, my everything—kissing another woman with desperate passion. Willow's face was flushed with pleasure as Jude's hands roamed her body, and there, clear as moonlight on her neck, was a fresh mating mark. His mark.

The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor.

"While I was downstairs celebrating our love," I whispered to the empty room, "he was upstairs marking another woman."

The shower shut off. Jude's voice drifted through the bathroom door, humming the same song the pack musicians had played during our ceremony. The sound made bile rise in my throat.

I picked up the phone with trembling hands and watched the video again, forcing myself to see every detail. Willow's satisfied smile. The way Jude whispered her name like a prayer. The tenderness in his touch that I had believed was mine alone.

Five years. Five years of believing we were blessed by the Moon Goddess. Five years of being the perfect Luna while he—

"Natalia?" Jude emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his dark hair still damp. "You look pale, love. Are you feeling alright?"

Love. The word felt like poison now.

I held up his phone, the video paused on a frame that showed Willow's marked neck. "Explain this."

Jude's face went white, then red, then white again. For a moment, the mighty Alpha looked