<Luna's Revenge: Banish My Disloyal Alpha>
Days blurred together into a monotonous haze. After Roan stormed out, he didn’t return for several days, and I didn’t bother to ask where he had gone. On the third day, he finally mind linked me to inform me of his whereabouts.
"I’m heading to another pack for a meeting," he said.
"Okay, stay safe," I replied, a sardonic chuckle escaping my lips as the mind link ended.
Absentmindedly, I opened my social media account. A picture posted by Tracy on Twitter caught my eye:
[First holiday in what seems like forever. I never thought I'd miss the sand on my feet! Someone insisted on bringing me to the beach!]
The photo showed my mate's hand, our mateship ring still on his finger. The location tagged in Tracy’s tweet matched the place Roan had mentioned in his message.
The mateship ring on my finger suddenly felt like a burning brand. Without hesitation, I yanked it off and tossed it into the drawer. From that moment on, I buried myself in my duties as Luna, using endless tasks to distract from the emotional chaos churning inside me. I did not even care when he would come back; I just worked and worked until I could no longer think of anything else.
One day, the Alpha unexpectedly arrived at the pack house to pick me up. I was startled to see his familiar car parked outside. Exhaustion from the day’s work hung over me as I approached him.
"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Did you forget today is our mateship anniversary?" He responded, opening the car door for me.
"Oh," I mumbled, "Sorry. I’ve been really busy and it slipped my mind."
"You used to care about this the most. How could you forget?" Roan's voice carried a mix of disbelief and disappointment.
In the past, I had never missed an occasion—be it our mateship anniversary or his birthday. I would plan elaborate dinners and meticulously choose decorations, all to celebrate our time together and show him how much he meant to me. But those efforts, once greeted with smiles, eventually became a source of embarrassment for him.
I vividly recalled the surprise party I organized at a restaurant. Instead of joy, Roan’s reaction was one of discomfort. "Lori, you’re making such a big deal out of this. Everyone’s looking at us. It’s very uncomfortable, you know?" he had said, dragging me away in front of the pack’s warriors and his Beta.
Now, as I stood there, I realized there was nothing left to celebrate. The spark that once fueled our relationship had long since died.
"Come on, let’s go have dinner and celebrate," he urged, ushering me into the car.
As my mate drove, the silence between us grew heavy. He kept glancing over at me, searching my face for any sign of the old enthusiasm I once had.
"What’s wrong? Are you upset?" He finally asked, breaking the silence.
"No," I said, shaking my head.
"No?" he repeated, his frustration rising. "Then why the attitude? Here I am, making an effort, picking you up for dinner. Can’t you at least pretend to appreciate it?"
His words hung in the air, but I found myself unable to muster any response. The Roan who once filled my world with light and love had become a stranger, and I couldn’t pretend anymore. The effort he spoke of felt hollow, and the bonds that once tied us were fraying, leaving nothing but a chasm of indifference between us.
"I'm not angry, Alpha."
"Fine!" Roan sighed heavily. "I promise, no more contact with Tracy, okay?"
I stared at him, a myriad of emotions battling within me. Did he really believe that a simple promise could erase the months of deceit and betrayal?
"Are you happy now?" he pressed again, searching my face for any sign of relief.
I didn’t answer. The rest of the drive was cloaked in silence as we headed to a fancy restaurant. Roan had clearly gone all out, reserving a table adorned with flowers and a wrapped gift waiting beside my plate. The setting was perfect, an image of romantic bliss. Diners around us cast envious glances, but I felt detached from it all, as if watching a scene play out in someone else's life.
Before I could even unwrap the gift, Roan's phone rang. His expression shifted to concern as he answered, "Fever? Do you have any medicine? I can’t take you to the pack’s infirmary today, I have something to do. What? That high? Okay, wait for me. I'll be right over."
Hanging up, he turned to me, his eyes a mixture of awkwardness and something I couldn’t quite place. "Lori, it's Tracy. Her child has a fever. I need to..."
A lump formed in my throat, but I forced it down. "It's fine," I said, my voice a flat monotone even to my ears. "You should go. The child's more important."
He hesitated for a moment, looking at me as if searching for some hint of resistance. "Wait for me to come back and pick you up. I'll be back soon." With that, he grabbed his coat and rushed out.
I was left alone, staring at the half-eaten cake before me. The rain outside the window mirrored the turmoil inside me, but I refused to cry. After a deep sigh, I finished the cake, savoring its sweetness despite the bitterness in my heart, then got up and left the restaurant.
As I stepped into the drizzling rain, a car passed by and came to a halt. The window rolled down, revealing Beta Gavin. Without a word, he got out and opened the door for me. I slid into the car, grateful for his presence. The drive back to the pack house was silent, but it was a peaceful silence, a stark contrast to the storm that raged within me.
When we arrived, I realized I didn’t have an umbrella. The rain was still falling lightly, the cold droplets stinging my skin. I braced myself for the dash to the entrance.
"Wait, Luna." Gavin's voice cut through the rain. I turned, squinting against the drizzle to see him holding an umbrella over my head.
"Use this," he said in his deep, calm voice.
"Thank you," I murmured, taking the umbrella from him.
Once inside, I took a hot shower, trying to wash away the lingering chill. Wrapped in a towel, I sat on the edge of my bed and scrolled through my social media. Tracy’s latest tweet appeared on my feed, accompanied by a picture. It showed Roan sitting beside her and her child, their faces illuminated by the warm, golden light of their room. The scene was a striking contrast to the cold rain outside, a painful reminder of the life he chose to share with them over me.
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