Rejected Luna's Dark Resurrection

After Beta Benicio Lewis drove drunk and hit a Delta from our pack, I took the blame and spent two years in the rogue cells. The day after my release, we hurriedly planned a mating ceremony.

That night, he led me into the packhouse’s largest room, which was cloaked in darkness. He shoved me onto the bed, and I instinctively reached for him. But then all the lights suddenly switched on, and I was shocked to see several Alphas from neighboring packs surrounding the bed. Their dominant auras pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.

"I’ve never been with an Omega from the rogue cells before. I wonder how this will turn out," one of them sneered, his Alpha tone cutting through the air. I attempted to get up, but my limbs felt weak, my body burning up, and all the men looked like Benicio. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, but I silenced her, refusing to show weakness.

I was held captive and tormented for a full month. When they discovered I was pregnant, they finally let me go. Eventually, I met Benicio again after such a long time.

"You did well. Our alliance with their packs is now secured," he said with satisfaction, his Beta authority radiating as if he’d already ascended to Alpha. I gritted my teeth, demanding, "Why did you do this to me?"

"If it weren’t for this, Brynlee Anderson, the Alpha’s daughter from the Crimson Fang Pack, would never have felt comfortable mating with me. She felt guilty over the drunk-driving incident that landed you in the rogue cells, and I would have wed her ages ago."

"Now that you know the truth, I’ll give you one last choice: either take your own life, or I’ll subject you to more torment. Decide."

In despair, I slammed my head into the corner of a table, ending both my life and that of the unborn child. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of my release, the scent of pine and earth filling my nostrils as I stood outside the Silver Moon Packhouse.

Returning to the doorstep of my familiar home, there was Beta Benicio, just like before, as if eagerly anticipating my return. His broad shoulders and muscular frame were framed by the soft glow of the setting sun, making him appear particularly commanding. He held a vibrant bouquet of wolfsbane and wore a warm smile. In another life, witnessing this scene would have filled me with warmth, as if the injustices of the rogue cells had vanished in that moment. Yet, I hadn’t recognized the malicious intent behind his smile.

Who could have guessed that beneath those flowers and that smile lay a deep betrayal? I took a deep breath, striving to calm the turmoil inside me, my wolf growling softly in warning.

Beta Benicio saw me standing at the door and approached with a smile, his Alpha-like presence radiating even in his