The Luna Rises From Ashes

On the day of my parents’ funeral, Maddox, the Beta of the Silvermoon Pack, took their grave plot to bury Kinley’s deceased dog instead.

“She’s grieving over her pet and she’s on edge, plus she’s recently pregnant. It’s just a grave marker; let her have it,” he said, tossing the divorce papers in front of me. His voice carried the dismissive tone I’d grown accustomed to, laced with the authority of a Beta. “She’s young and fiery, threatening to abort the baby without proper recognition. Let’s finalize the divorce now, and once the baby is born, you can return.”

I clutched the urn holding my parents’ ashes and signed the papers, feeling numb. The weight of the pack’s hierarchy pressed down on me—an Omega, powerless and disposable.

Back at the pack house, as I packed my belongings, the mocking laughter of Maddox’s friends echoed through the halls. They were Deltas, warriors who thrived on their proximity to power, their voices dripping with scorn.

“Now that she’s got no parents, Beta can do whatever he wants with her,” one sneered. “Maybe once the baby arrives, she’ll beg to be the nanny!”

Maddox chuckled, his deep voice indifferent. “Violette is just my pet. She’ll never leave me.”

I stood there, numb to the scene unfolding before me, when my phone rang. A familiar voice broke through the static, sending a jolt through my chest: “Violette, I’m not dead… I’m back.”

I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp, overwhelmed with emotion. It was Cristian, the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack—the only man I’d ever truly loved. Could it be? He wasn’t dead? My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, a whisper of hope I hadn’t felt in years.

In shock, I accidentally hung up. Trembling, I reached to call him back when the door burst open, and Maddox appeared, his towering frame filling the doorway.

“Who are you trying to impress with those tears? It’s just a game, don’t be dramatic,” Maddox said, his voice sharp with disapproval. His dark eyes scanned me, searching for defiance, but I schooled my expression into one of submission. In his presence, I slipped the phone back into my pocket.

Once inside, Maddox’s friends eyed me maliciously, their laughter echoing through the room.

“She’s such a pushover, getting told off like that.”

“If she doesn’t behave, Beta might toss her aside, and she’ll be begging at the door.”

Their taunts were nothing new, and I stood there, numb to them now. Maddox tossed the divorce agreement on the table with a casual flick of his wrist.

“The young lady is being unreasonable, claiming her dog appeared in a dream telling her to fight for the grave plot,” he said, his tone dismissive. “Be patient; I’ve bought another plot for your parents as compensation.”

He slid the papers toward me. “This is the divorce agreement. Sign it and move out. Once the baby is here, I’ll bring you back. You’ll still be the lady