Rejected by My Alpha Mate

The Blood Moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting everything in an eerie crimson glow that made the ceremonial circle look like it was bathed in blood. I stood with the other pack members, my hands clasped in front of me as Elder Gideon's voice echoed through the clearing, reciting the ancient words that honored our connection to the Moon Goddess. This was supposed to be a sacred night, a time when our pack bonds grew stronger under the celestial blessing.

But something felt wrong.

My wolf, Luna, stirred restlessly beneath my skin, her silver-grey presence agitated in a way I couldn't understand. She kept pushing forward, trying to surface, her attention fixed on something across the ceremonial circle. I followed her instincts, my gaze drifting through the crowd until it landed on Massimo.

My breath caught in my throat.

He stood in his position as Alpha, commanding and powerful as always, his black hair catching the moonlight. But it wasn't his familiar presence that made my heart skip—it was the scent that clung to him. Even from this distance, even with the smoke from the ceremonial fires clouding the air, I could smell it. His scent, that rich pine and earth combination that had been my comfort for eight years, was... different. Tainted.

There was something else woven through it. Something floral and cloying that made my stomach turn.

Luna whimpered inside me, a sound of distress that echoed through my very bones. *Something's wrong,* she whispered in my mind, her voice tight with anxiety. *Alpha smells... wrong.*

I tried to focus on Elder Gideon's words, tried to participate in the ritual responses, but my attention kept drifting back to Massimo. That's when I saw her. Valeria Peters stood just slightly behind him and to his left, her position closer than protocol typically allowed for a regular pack member during ceremonies. Her dark hair was pulled back in an elegant twist, and she wore a dress that seemed too formal, too... presumptuous for her rank.

My heart began to race as I watched them. There was something in the way they stood together, an intimacy in their positioning that made my wolf pace anxiously. Then, as Elder Gideon raised his arms to call upon the Moon Goddess's blessing, I saw it.

Massimo's hand moved to Valeria's lower back.

The gesture was subtle, protective, and achingly familiar. It was the same way he touched me during pack gatherings, during ceremonies, during moments when his Alpha instincts demanded he claim and protect what was his. But he was doing it to her. To Valeria. The woman I had championed, the rogue I had convinced him to accept into our pack despite the council's initial resistance.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Luna let out a howl of anguish that only I could hear, her pain reverberating through every cell of my body. The ceremonial words became a meaningless buzz in my ears as I stared at them, trying