The Luna He Discarded Became Alpha

On what should have been the happiest day of my life, Nicholas Robertson, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, acted as if I were a stranger. In front of the entire pack, he declared that Goldie Cruz, the Luna of the Crimson Tide Pack, was his true mate, demanding I remove the ceremonial gown I had prepared for our marking ceremony.

"You’re absolutely not worthy of being my Luna. Take it off!"

I was desperate, humiliated, and tried to remind him of the bond we had shared, the memories we had built over the years. But he dismissed me with a cold sneer, calling me an unfit mate. I turned to my parents, fellow Omegas of the pack, seeking their support, but all I received were harsh words of blame.

"You chased after the Alpha, and now you’re embarrassed—serves you right!"

My spirit shattered, I faced the impossible. Later, Nicholas claimed his memory had returned and pleaded with me not to leave him.

***

The marking ceremony was supposed to be in full swing, yet I found myself locked in the ceremonial chamber, stripped of my dignity. Just a wall away, the ritual was unfolding, the Luna exchanging vows with the Alpha. That Luna was meant to be me.

The gown I had designed and sewn with meticulous care for three days and nights now adorned Goldie Cruz, the Luna from the Crimson Tide Pack who had always been Nicholas’s unattainable ideal. Clutching my phone, I watched the live broadcast in disbelief.

Goldie, in her gown embellished with moonstone and silver threads, stepped toward Nicholas. He rushed to her side without hesitation, enveloping her in his arms as they sealed their mate bond with a kiss. The pack hall erupted into howls of approval; confetti rained down on them, heralding a future together.

Yet this ceremony was supposed to be mine.

I had secretly loved Nicholas for a decade. One summer, during a pack gathering, he stood up for me when I was being bullied by a group of Deltas.

"Enough! Anyone bothering her again will answer to me!"

Though he wished for peace to enjoy the gathering, those words ended months of torment. I was grateful, and gradually, I got to know him, falling deeper into my feelings.

Nicholas was proud and commanding, a true Alpha. When Goldie rejected his mate bond publicly and left to join the Crimson Tide Pack, I saw my chance.

I pursued him for three years, memorizing his every preference. He was particular about his meals, so I crafted lavish feasts with dishes like venison stew and honey-glazed pheasant. He admired strength and confidence, so I pushed myself to train harder, to stand taller, to speak with authority.

I poured my heart into earning his affection, and finally, he acknowledged our mate bond.

Today was meant to be our marking ceremony, the day I had dreamed about for so long. Every detail, every ritual was carefully planned by me. I had rehearsed it