The Luna He Discarded Was His True Fated Mate

I’ve been living in Kohen’s packhouse for five years. On the surface, I was just the orphaned werewolf he took in, a poor college student he sponsored. But behind closed doors, I was his secret mate, bound by a bond he never acknowledged. When the Murphy Pack announced his marking ceremony with Sophia Weaver next month, I was thrilled, waiting for him to finally claim me. But then, I overheard a conversation between him and his fellow Alphas.

“So, who are you really marking this time? Surely not that orphan, right?”

“She’s just a stray; how could she possibly stand beside me as Luna? If it weren’t for her rare bloodline, I wouldn’t have kept her around…”

“It’s great that Sophia’s fully recovered now. After all these years, it’s finally over.”

One of the Alphas laughed, “So why don’t you just pass her over to me? I’d like the chance…”

Kohen shot him a glare, his Alpha tone sharp, “Get lost. Even if I cast her out, I’m not giving her away!”

At that moment, I realized the past five years of his kindness were nothing more than using me as a blood bank for his intended Luna, Sophia, and a convenient companion. I stumbled to my room, pulling out the pack agreement that had long expired.

Kohen, it’s not you who’s leaving me; it’s me who’s done with you.

When Kohen returned to the packhouse, he found me packing my belongings. For the first time, I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’ve been here for five years; why this sudden urge to leave?” he said, pulling me into a tight embrace. His Alpha aura pressed down on me, but I refused to yield. “Don’t be difficult. Who else do you have besides me?”

Sensing my cold demeanor, he tightened his grip, his voice softening, “Stay with me, darling. After a little while, I’ll take you to the mountains for a pack run, okay?”

I lifted my eyes slightly, meeting his dark gaze. He looked as if he loved me, yet I knew he was just trying to calm me down. I remained silent, unsure whether to confront him and shatter his pretense of affection. The emotions running through me were as intense as the kiss that followed.

As he buried his face in my neck, his hands began to wander. Looking at his insatiable expression, my mind drifted back to what I heard in that room. Disgusted, I turned my head away, avoiding his touch.

“Kohen, have you ever truly loved me in these five years?”

His hands paused, a flash of irritation crossing his eyes. “What do you think? If I didn’t love you, why would I want to be with you all the time?”

I stared into his eyes, catching that fleeting moment of insincerity. “Then tell me, at the marking ceremony, will you acknowledge me as your mate?”

As soon as the words left my lips, the