The Alpha's Regret: Rejecting His True Luna

I sat in the Alpha suite, convincing myself I had done the right thing.

I had just rejected Alex, my fated mate. She was a weak Omega, and my pack needed a strong Luna like Iliana.

But then, I overheard my twin children whispering in the backseat of the car.

"My tummy hurts, Kenny," my daughter whimpered. "It's the special juice Auntie Iliana gave us. It tastes like fire."

My blood ran cold. I demanded a toxicology report immediately.

The results nearly brought me to my knees: Wolfsbane.

The woman I had placed on a pedestal, the woman I broke my bond for, had been slowly poisoning my heirs to clear her path to power.

I executed Iliana’s punishment and immediately turned the convoy around, racing toward the Silver Moon territory where Alex had taken refuge.

I clutched the old silver engagement ring in my sweating palm. I was the Alpha. We were fated. I could fix this. She would forgive me once she knew the truth.

But when I arrived, I didn't find a broken woman waiting for her savior.

I found a Goddess.

Alex stood on the dais, her skin glowing with the legendary bioluminescence of the White Wolf bloodline. Standing protectively beside her was Daniel Sosa, the most ruthless Alpha in the region.

I rushed forward, falling to my knees and holding up the ring.

"Alex, please! I made a mistake! Come home!"

The crowd went silent. I waited for her to cry, to run into my arms.

Instead, she looked at me with eyes devoid of love.

"You didn't just break my heart, Gavyn," she said coldly. "You broke the sacred law."

Then, she turned to Daniel.

"Watch, Gavyn," she whispered, her voice carrying on the wind. "This is what real love looks like."

She pulled Daniel down and kissed him, and the world exploded in silver light, sealing a new bond right before my eyes.

Chapter 1

Gavyn POV

The silence in my head was louder than any scream I had ever heard.

I sat on the edge of the bed in the Alpha suite, pressing the heels of my hands against my throbbing temples. It had been hours since Alex had walked out of the Pack House-hours since she had turned her back on me with that infuriatingly calm, detached expression.

I reached out for the bond, desperate for contact.

Alex.

I pushed the thought through the Mind-Link, expecting the usual warm, golden hum of her presence. I expected her to answer, perhaps with a sharp barb of annoyance or a wave of hurt, but present nonetheless.

Nothing.

It was like shouting into a void. The Mind-Link, the sacred telepathic connection that binds every wolf in the pack-and especially Mates-was dead silent. It wasn't just blocked; it felt severed. Hollow. Like a limb had been amputated without anesthesia.

"She's just throwing a tantrum," I muttered to the empty room, trying to convince myself as much as the walls.

The air smelled stale. It used