Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The scent of moonflowers filled our private dining room as I adjusted the last crystal glass on the table. Five years. Five perfect years as Conrad's Luna, and tonight would be our most special anniversary yet.

I smoothed down the silver silk dress he'd gifted me last month, my fingers tracing the delicate embroidery along the neckline. Everything had to be perfect. The candlelight cast a warm glow across the table set with all his favorites—rare venison steaks, roasted root vegetables with herbs from our pack garden, and blackberry tarts for dessert.

"Conrad?" I reached out through our mate bond, seeking that familiar warmth that had been my anchor since we were sixteen. "I'm putting dinner on the table soon."

Nothing.

I frowned, pressing my fingers to my temple. "Conrad, can you hear me?"

The silence in our bond stretched on, unusual and unsettling. Then suddenly—static. Sharp, painful interference that made me gasp as it sliced through our connection.

"Valentina?" Elena, our pack healer, found me doubled over, clutching my chest.

"I'm fine," I lied, straightening quickly. "Just a momentary discomfort."

But it wasn't fine. The pain lingered, a hollow ache where our bond should have been warm and vibrant. Something was wrong.

"The moonflowers are beautiful," Elena commented, her eyes darting nervously toward the door. "Are you expecting company?"

"Just Conrad," I replied, studying her expression. "Is everything alright in the pack?"

"Of course," she answered too quickly. "I should go."

As she hurried away, I caught a glimpse of her trembling hands. Another oddity to add to the growing list.

I tried the bond again, focusing harder. "Conrad, where are you?"

This time, the static was worse—a stabbing pain that made me cry out. But beneath it, I caught fragments of voices. Conrad's deep timbre, Zayden's measured tones, and Lachlan's clipped responses.

"—can't risk her finding out—"

"—the arrangement must remain secret—"

"—what's best for the pack's future—"

I moved toward Conrad's study, following the thread of their voices. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see the three of them standing close together, expressions tense.

"What's happening?" I asked from the doorway.

Three heads snapped toward me, and the conversation died instantly.

"Valentina," Conrad recovered first, his Alpha mask sliding into place. "We were just discussing pack business."

"Pack business that requires secrecy?" I stepped into the room, noting how they shifted subtly to block my view of the documents on his desk.

"Routine matters," Conrad said dismissively. "Nothing that concerns Luna duties."

The words stung more than they should have. In five years, he had never excluded me from pack discussions.

"But I thought—"

"Your dinner is ready," he interrupted, kissing my cheek perfunctorily. "We'll continue this later."

Zayden and Lachlan wouldn't meet my eyes as they filed out, leaving me alone with my mate who suddenly felt like a stranger.

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Two weeks later, the pack buzzed with unusual activity. I stood on the balcony overlooking the main courtyard, watching as pack members gathered