Luna Rejects Betraying Alpha

The crystal chandeliers cast golden light across the ceremonial hall, but I couldn't appreciate their beauty. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, whimpering in a way that made my skin prickle with unease.

Something was wrong.

Cameron stood beside me during the formal Luna greeting ceremony, his posture rigid and distant. I reached for our mate bond through the mind-link, seeking that familiar warmth, that electric connection that always steadied me during these formal pack gatherings. What I encountered instead made my breath catch—resistance. Like pushing against a wall that shouldn't exist. Static interference crackling where our bond should flow smooth and clear.

My wolf whimpered again, confused and hurt.

Across the hall, Arlet Dean moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her dark hair cascading over bare shoulders. She wore a dress the color of fresh blood, cut low enough to draw every unmated male's attention. But her eyes—those calculating green eyes—kept finding Cameron. And worse, his kept finding her.

I forced myself to focus on Alpha Vincent from the neighboring Moonstone Pack as he approached with his Luna, both offering formal greetings. I smiled, extended my hand, played my role perfectly. Years as a Beta's daughter had taught me to maintain composure even when everything inside me screamed.

"Luna Natasha," Alpha Vincent's mate said warmly. "Your ceremonial planning for tonight's full moon gathering is exquisite. The attention to tradition is remarkable."

Before I could respond, Arlet appeared at my side—no, between Cameron and me. She positioned herself with deliberate precision, her shoulder brushing Cameron's arm as she inserted herself into our conversation.

"Oh, I helped with those arrangements," Arlet said, her voice sweet as poisoned honey. "Cameron and I spent hours discussing the ceremonial details in his private quarters."

The gathered Lunas exchanged glances. Shocked. Uncomfortable. Alpha Vincent's mate's eyes widened.

My spine went rigid. His private quarters. The Alpha's personal chambers were sacred space, reserved only for the Alpha and his marked Luna. For his mate.

For me.

"The patrol schedules were particularly complex," Arlet continued, oblivious—or pretending to be—to the tension crackling through our circle. "Cameron's preferred routes along the eastern border require such careful coordination. Don't they, Cameron?"

She looked up at him through her lashes. He said nothing. Did nothing. Just stood there with his jaw clenched, allowing this rogue she-wolf to discuss intimate pack details that should be confidential. To claim knowledge that only a Luna should possess.

"And the full moon ceremonies," Arlet pressed on, her confidence growing with Cameron's silence. "I've participated in the last three, of course. The rituals are so beautiful when you understand their deeper meaning."

A full moon ceremony was sacred. Reserved for marked Lunas and their Alphas. The ritual bound the pack's power to the Luna's authority, renewed the Alpha's connection to pack bonds. It was not—never—open to unmated she-wolves. Certainly not to rogue outsiders.

My hands trembled. I clasped them behind my back where no one could see.

"That's... unusual," Alpha Vincent's Luna said carefully,