Rejected Luna's Justice

The annual Pack Unity Ceremony was always a spectacle of power and tradition. Tonight, hundreds of wolves from allied territories filled our grand ceremonial grounds, their eyes reflecting the flickering torchlight as they watched Dominic and me take our places on the raised platform.

I smoothed down my ceremonial Luna gown, the silver embroidery catching the light as I moved. Dominic stood tall beside me, his alpha presence commanding attention as always. But something felt wrong. His scent carried traces of anger, of determination that made my wolf stir uneasily within me.

"Katherine," he whispered, his voice strangely formal. "Tonight will change everything."

Before I could respond, he stepped forward, raising his hand for silence. The crowd quieted instantly, hundreds of eyes fixed on their Alpha.

"Members of Silvermoon Pack and honored allies," Dominic's voice carried across the grounds, strong and clear. "I've called this ceremony to address a matter of grave importance."

My heart began to race as he turned to face me directly. This wasn't part of our planned ceremony.

"For years," he continued, "I've stood beside Katherine Greene as your Alpha and Luna. But tonight, that ends."

The crowd murmured in confusion. I reached for him, my fingers brushing his arm. "Dominic, what are you doing?"

He jerked away from my touch, his eyes hardening as he looked down at me.

"I, Dominic Howard, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack," he began, his voice taking on the formal cadence of ancient pack law, "reject you, Katherine Greene, as my mate and Luna."

The words hit me like physical blows. Each syllable sent waves of supernatural pain through my body as our mate bond began to tear.

"You have suppressed my alpha authority and dignity," he continued, his voice cold and commanding. "You have made yourself the true power while reducing me to your shadow."

Gasps rippled through the assembly. My wolf howled in agony inside my mind as the sacred bond between us began to shatter.

"No," I whispered, reaching for him again. "Dominic, please—"

"The pack has witnessed my strength," he declared, ignoring my plea. "And now they will witness my true choice."

From the crowd, a figure stepped forward—Isla Collins, her young face radiant with triumph as she approached the platform. My stomach twisted as I recognized my own Luna jewelry adorning her neck and wrists.

"Isla Collins," Dominic announced, taking her hand, "is my chosen mate."

The crowd erupted in shocked whispers. My vision blurred with tears as Isla's scent—vanilla and something artificially sweet—reached me.

"I have evidence," Dominic continued, his voice cutting through the noise, "that Katherine has betrayed not only me, but our entire pack."

He nodded to a warrior who stepped forward with a tablet, projecting images onto a screen behind us. Photos of me with other wolves—taken out of context, manipulated to appear intimate.

"These show Katherine's forbidden relationships with rival pack members," Dominic lied, his voice thick with false accusation.

My wolf clawed desperately inside me, trying to defend our