Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The first rays of dawn filtered through the silk curtains of my room in the pack house, painting everything in shades of gold and rose. Today was the day. After ten years of waiting, of growing together, of building something beautiful from childhood friendship into destined love, Elian and I would finally complete our mate ceremony.

I stretched beneath the covers, my hand instinctively moving to rest on my still-flat stomach. The pregnancy was so new that even I could barely believe it—a miracle, Dr. Mitchell had called it, given the rarity of Alpha fertility. The timing felt perfect, like the Moon Goddess herself had blessed our union with this gift.

Downstairs, I could hear the bustling activity that had started before sunrise. Pack members moved with purpose through the corridors, their voices carrying excitement and warmth. The ceremonial grounds behind the pack house would be transformed into something magical by evening, with white flowers and silver ribbons honoring the Moon Goddess who had brought Elian and me together all those years ago.

"Luna Violet?" A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. "The seamstress is here for your final fitting."

I smiled at the title, though it wouldn't be official until tonight. "Coming!"

As I slipped into my robe, a strange unease flickered through our mate bond—so brief I almost missed it. My wolf stirred restlessly, her ears pricked with sudden alertness. Through the bond, I could sense Elian somewhere in the pack house, but something felt... different. Distant.

I shook off the feeling. Wedding nerves, nothing more. Even Alphas got nervous on their ceremony day.

The morning flew by in a whirlwind of preparations. The seamstress made tiny adjustments to my dress—a flowing creation of ivory silk that made me feel like moonlight given form. My hair was styled into an elegant updo, with small white flowers woven through the strands. Everything was perfect, exactly as we'd planned.

Yet that nagging unease persisted.

Around midday, I found myself searching for Elian, following his scent through the pack house corridors. I discovered him in his office, staring out the window with an expression I couldn't quite read. His usually confident posture seemed rigid, his shoulders tense.

"Elian?" I stepped into the room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Is everything alright?"

He turned, and for a split second, I saw something flash across his features—guilt? Fear? But it was gone so quickly I wondered if I'd imagined it.

"Of course." His smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he pulled me into his arms. "Just thinking about tonight. About us."

I melted into his embrace, breathing in his familiar scent of cedar and rain. "Having second thoughts about being stuck with me forever?" I teased, trying to lighten whatever mood had settled over him.

His arms tightened around me, almost desperately. "Never," he whispered against my hair, but his voice carried an odd quality that made my wolf whimper softly.

"Elian, what's wrong? You've been different all morning. Distant." I