Luna Rejects Her Alpha

The golden lights of the Shadowpine Pack's grand ballroom cast dancing shadows across hundreds of faces, all turned toward the center of the polished marble floor where my mate—my Alpha—held another woman in his arms.

I stood at the edge of the crowd, my fingers gripping the silk fabric of my emerald gown so tightly I could feel my nails threatening to tear through the delicate material. Fifteen years. Fifteen years I had stood in shadows like this, watching Dexter lavish attention on everyone except his Luna.

But tonight felt different. Tonight, as Beta Elise Williamson melted against his chest, her perfectly manicured fingers trailing along his broad shoulders, something inside me finally cracked.

The territorial expansion celebration was supposed to be our triumph. Our pack had grown from a struggling group of thirty to over two hundred strong wolves, thanks in large part to the fifty thousand dollars I had invested from my inheritance during those desperate early days. Money Dexter had never acknowledged. Success he had never shared credit for.

Yet here I was, invisible as always, while he spun Elise across the dance floor like she was his queen.

"Beautiful couple, aren't they?" The whispered comment from a visiting pack member behind me sent ice through my veins.

"I thought Alpha Bradley was mated?" another voice responded.

"Oh, he is. But his Luna... well, she's rather forgettable, isn't she?"

Forgettable. The word hit me like a physical blow, and I felt that familiar flash of golden light behind my eyes—my wolf stirring despite years of Dexter's suppression. *We are not forgettable,* she snarled in the depths of my mind, her voice stronger than it had been in months.

On the dance floor, Dexter dipped Elise low, his hand splayed possessively across her back. She threw her head back and laughed, the sound carrying across the ballroom like silver bells. The crowd applauded, and several pack elders nodded approvingly at their Alpha's display.

My display. That should have been me in his arms, me receiving those admiring glances, me being celebrated as his equal partner in tonight's success.

Instead, I was a ghost haunting the edges of my own pack's celebration.

The music swelled to a crescendo, and Dexter pulled Elise flush against his chest. Their faces were inches apart, his dark eyes locked on hers with an intensity I hadn't seen directed at me in years. The intimate moment stretched between them, and I watched in horror as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear to whisper something that made her cheeks flush pink.

That was the moment something inside me shattered completely.

My feet moved without conscious thought, carrying me through the crowd of elegantly dressed wolves who parted instinctively before their Luna—even if their Alpha had forgotten what that title meant. The music seemed to fade into background noise as I approached the dance floor, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Dexter." My voice cut through the ballroom chatter like a blade.

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