Rejected Luna's Unseen Bond

Before Corbin Walker became the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, he pursued me with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Everyone in the pack knew of his devotion, and I, too, believed in it—until our third year as mates.

It was during the lunar gathering, a sacred time for our kind, that I first saw the cracks in our bond. The whispers began to spread like wildfire. Corbin, my Alpha, had been seen leaving the territory of Kiara Fox, a notorious rogue werewolf, late into the night. The pack’s warriors, loyal to him yet unable to ignore the rumors, exchanged uneasy glances as I passed by the training grounds.

“Did you hear?” one of the Omegas muttered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. “The Alpha was seen with Kiara Fox. It’s a scandal.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, sensing the turmoil before I could fully process it. But I held my head high, refusing to let the pack see my vulnerability.

The next day, the evidence was undeniable. A group of young warriors, emboldened by curiosity, had followed Corbin and returned with their tails between their legs, their faces pale. They’d seen him outside Kiara’s territory, leaning against his car, sipping wolfsbane liquor—a drink reserved for moments of contemplation or regret. As Kiara approached, he moved to greet her, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he belonged there. She, ever the icy enigma, shoved him away, but Corbin remained unfazed. He pursued her, murmuring words I couldn’t hear but could imagine all too well.

Two hours later, he finally left, his car disappearing into the night. Kiara Fox, a rogue known for her aloofness and independence, had never been involved in such a scandal in her eight years as a lone wolf. The pack was abuzz with speculation, and the weight of it pressed down on me like a suffocating fog.

I clutched the small, crumpled piece of paper in my hand—the results of the pregnancy test I’d taken just that morning. Five weeks. I had been carrying his pup for five weeks, and now, the future I’d envisioned for our family felt like a cruel joke.

My wolf growled softly, a mix of anger and sorrow. *He’s betrayed us,* she said, her voice echoing in my mind. *He’s broken the bond.*

I couldn’t deny it. The evidence was there, undeniable and damning. I tore the pregnancy test results into tiny pieces, my hands trembling as I scattered them to the wind. Then, I made the call. The healer, Rosa, answered on the first ring, her voice soft with concern.

“Luna,” she said, using my title with the respect it demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“I need an appointment,” I replied, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “And I need you to deliver a message to Corbin.”

Rosa hesitated, but she didn’t argue. She knew better than to question me in this