Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The ceremonial chalice felt heavier than usual in my hands as I moved through the pack hall, its ancient silver surface reflecting the warm glow of the birthday candles that decorated Oscar's celebration. Three years of marriage, and I still felt a flutter of pride watching my Alpha command the room with his natural charisma. Pack members from across our territory had gathered to honor him, their voices rising in traditional birthday songs that echoed off the stone walls.

I smiled as I approached the head table, carrying the chalice filled with blessed wine—a Luna's sacred duty during ceremonial feasts. Oscar caught my eye and winked, that boyish grin that had first captured my heart when I was nothing more than an Omega desperate to prove my worth. The memory should have warmed me, but something felt different tonight. A tension I couldn't quite place.

*Luna Remi.* The mind-link hit me like a physical blow, Dr. Sarah Mitchell's voice urgent and strained in my consciousness. *I need to speak with you immediately. It's about Alpha Oscar.*

My steps faltered, the chalice trembling in my grip. Around me, the celebration continued—laughter, clinking glasses, the rich scent of roasted meat filling the air. But Sarah's mental voice cut through it all like a blade.

*What is it?* I managed to respond, forcing my feet to keep moving toward Oscar's chair.

*He came to me three days ago,* Sarah's mind-link carried a weight that made my stomach clench. *Requesting contraceptive herbs. For someone named Eliana Bryant from the Crescent Moon Pack.*

The world tilted. The ceremonial chalice slipped from my numb fingers, crashing to the stone floor with a sound that seemed to shatter more than just silver. Wine spread across the ancient stones like spilled blood, and the hall fell silent. Every eye turned to me—shocked faces, concerned murmurs, the sudden absence of celebration music.

"Remi?" Oscar was on his feet instantly, his Alpha instincts kicking in as he moved toward me. But I couldn't focus on his approach. The name echoed in my mind like a death knell. *Eliana Bryant. Contraceptive herbs. Eliana Bryant.*

"I'm fine," I heard myself say, though my voice sounded distant and hollow. "Just clumsy tonight."

Oscar's hands found my shoulders, warm and familiar, but for the first time in three years, his touch felt foreign. "Are you sure? You look pale."

I forced myself to meet his eyes—those deep brown eyes that had looked at me with such devotion during our mating ceremony. Now I searched them for something, anything that might explain Sarah's revelation. But Oscar's face showed only concern, tinged with the slight embarrassment of having his Luna drop the ceremonial chalice in front of the entire pack.

"Really, I'm fine," I repeated, stepping back from his touch. "Please, continue the celebration. I'll just... clean this up."

But as I knelt to gather the broken pieces of silver, my hands shaking with more than just shock, I caught something that made my blood freeze.