After My Alpha Named His Omega Luna

The morning light filtered through the tall windows of my office as I made final adjustments to Harrison's speech. Ten years of work had led to this moment—today, at the annual Pack Gathering, he would finally announce me as his Luna. My fingers traced the carefully crafted words on the page, each paragraph designed to showcase his leadership while subtly emphasizing the strategies I'd implemented.

"The financial reports look perfect," I murmured to myself, scanning the documents spread across my mahogany desk. The Dark River Pack had grown from a mid-tier group to one of the most powerful in the region, largely due to my father's inheritance and my own strategic mind.

I reached for the silver pendant at my throat, the small cylinder containing a lock of my father's wolf fur. The familiar weight against my palm grounded me, as it always did when I needed strength.

"What would you think of today, Dad?" I whispered, imagining his proud smile. "Your daughter will finally take her rightful place beside an Alpha."

The door opened with a soft click, and Mazie slipped inside, her Omega status evident in her hunched posture and downcast eyes—at least, that's what I thought I saw. Something about her demeanor seemed different today.

"Let me help you dress for the ceremony," she offered, her voice honey-sweet as she approached with a garment bag. "Today's a big day."

I nodded, allowing her to lay out the silver gown I'd selected—the one that matched Harrison's ceremonial Alpha robes perfectly. As she unzipped the bag, I caught a glimpse of something sparkling at her throat.

"That's a new necklace," I observed, noting the diamond pendant that hung between her collarbones. It was exquisite—too exquisite for an Omega's salary.

A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Things change quickly around here, don't they, Emma?"

I dismissed the comment as typical Omega envy. "You're right about that. Just yesterday, Harrison mentioned how he wanted to elevate your position in the pack."

Her eyes met mine briefly before darting away. "How generous of him."

Something in her tone made my wolf stir uneasily within me, but I pushed the feeling aside. Today was too important to let petty jealousies distract me.

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The Grand Hall buzzed with anticipation as pack members and visiting dignitaries filled the ornate space. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the gathering, highlighting the faces of those who had helped build our pack's reputation. I stood in the front row, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Harrison took the stage with the commanding presence of a born Alpha, his broad shoulders squared beneath his ceremonial robes. His eyes swept the crowd, lingering briefly on me before moving on.

"Today marks a new chapter for the Dark River Pack," he began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the hall. "Our strength has grown beyond measure, and now it's time to formalize what we all know must happen."

I straightened, preparing for my name to be called. The pendant seemed to warm against my skin as I touched it one last time.

"It's time," Harrison continued, "that I announce my chosen Luna."

The crowd murmured in approval. I took a step forward, ready to join him on stage.

"Mazie," he called out, extending his hand toward the side of the stage.

My breath caught in my throat as Mazie emerged from the shadows, resplendent in a gown of deep crimson—the traditional color of a Luna. The diamond at her throat caught the light as she ascended the steps to stand beside Harrison.

"What?" I whispered, frozen in place.

Harrison's eyes found mine in the crowd, and for the first time in ten years, I saw no warmth there—only cold calculation.

"I present to you," he announced, his arm around Mazie's waist, "my True Luna by choice."

The room spun around me as gasps and whispers erupted. Through the chaos, Harrison's voice cut through like a blade.

"Emma Hamilton," he said, using his Alpha Voice—the voice that commanded obedience from every wolf in the pack.

I felt the weight of his power pressing down on me as he spoke the words that would shatter everything.

"I, Alpha Harrison Perry, reject you, Emma Hamilton, as my mate."

The force of the rejection hit me like a physical blow. My knees buckled as pain tore through my chest—the mate bond snapping with an almost audible crack. Blood trickled from my lip as I fought to remain conscious.

Through blurred vision, I saw Mazie's triumphant smile as she leaned against Harrison's shoulder.

But something else stirred within me—something colder than pain, stronger than betrayal.

I forced myself to stand, wiping the blood from my mouth with deliberate slowness.

"You think this is the end?" I asked, my voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.

Harrison's smug expression faltered slightly as I reached into my clutch and pulled out a folded document—yellowed with age but still legally binding.

"This land," I said, holding up my father's original deed, "belongs to the Hamilton bloodline. And as of this moment, I'm revoking the Dark River Pack's right to it."

Harrison's face drained of color. "You can't—"

"I can," I interrupted, my voice ice-cold as I unfolded the document completely. "And I am. You have until dawn to vacate my property."

The crowd erupted in shocked whispers as Harrison's mouth opened and closed without sound. Behind him, Mazie's smile vanished entirely.

I turned to leave, my father's pendant warm against my skin, when Harrison finally found his voice.

"Guards!" he shouted. "Stop her!"

But it was too late. The first move in our battle had been played, and for once, Harrison Perry was the one caught off guard.