Kim's POV

“Let me make it clear to you,” he said, voice cold as ice. “You are not fit to be my Luna. I reject any form of relationship with you.”

The words landed heavily, like something snapping inside my chest.

“Useless,” he added under his breath.

Then he turned and walked away.

The door slammed behind him so hard the walls seemed to tremble.

I flinched.

My throat tightened, but no sound came out. My eyes blurred almost immediately, tears rolling down without permission.

I didn’t wipe them. I just sat there. And everything after that stopped feeling real.

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The next hours passed in a blur.

Voices came and went around me, distant and unclear. Hands touched my arms, guided me, adjusted me, but I couldn’t tell who or when.

My body moved when it was told to, but my mind stayed frozen in the same moment… his back turning away from me.

Something inside me felt hollow. Like whatever had been there before had been pulled out and left empty.

They took my baby.

My fingers twitched weakly against the fabric beneath me, like I was trying to reach something that was no longer there.

But my body wouldn’t respond properly.

It just lay still.

***

When I finally stood outside the Alpha’s mansion, a cold wind brushed against my skin.

But the chill inside me was worse.

Susan, my handmaid, held my arm tightly as she guided me in.

The moment we stepped into the hall, I felt eyes on me from every direction.

A few maids paused their work, their gazes locking onto me instantly. I could feel their attention sharpen the moment I walked in.

Whispers started almost immediately.

“I heard… she lost the baby,” one of them said quietly.

My steps slowed for a second.

I kept moving.

The other maid gave a small, amused scoff. “So it’s true. Weak Luna, weak body…”

My fingers curled slightly at my side.

I didn’t look at them again.

But I heard the quiet laughter that followed.

“Move,” Susan muttered, tugging me forward.

She didn’t slow down.

If anything, she walked faster.

Each step up the grand staircase felt like I was walking on thorns. My legs trembled slightly, but I forced them to keep moving.

She knew I could barely keep up.

Still, she climbed like she wasn’t responsible for supporting me, forcing me to follow or be dragged. My hand gripped the railing, my breathing uneven.

But she didn’t look back. Didn’t ask if I was okay. Didn’t care.

By the time we reached the bedroom, my vision blurred at the edges, and my body felt like it might finally give out.

Susan pushed the door open and “helped” guide me inside.

The moment I crossed the threshold, she let go. Just like that.

I staggered slightly, catching myself before I could fall.

When I turned to look at her, she was already watching me. Her expression cold and empty.

“You’re fine now,” she said flatly. “You can handle yourself from here, right?”

For a moment, I just stared at her.

My throat burned. My chest ached. Everything inside me screamed, but none of it made it to my lips.

So I just nodded. Because what else could I do?

“Good,” she said.

And just like that, the door slammed in my face.

I stood there for a second, staring at the wood, my mind slow to catch up with what had just happened. Then my body gave in.

I turned and moved toward the bed, each step wobbly. When I finally sat down, it felt like all the strength left me at once.

My legs felt like jelly.

Slowly, I lay back on the bed.

The ceiling blurred above me as I stared at nothing. I needed to sleep, but my body refused to let me rest.

Every time I closed my eyes, I heard a baby’s cry.

A sharp, piercing sound echoing in my head like it was real.

But it wasn’t.

I never heard my baby cry. Not once.

Still, it wouldn’t stop.

The sound kept ringing, over and over again, filling the silence, crawling into every corner of my mind. My chest tightened, and I snapped my eyes open, gasping softly.

It felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

I turned my head, staring into the empty room, my heart aching in a way I couldn’t explain. Minutes passed… or maybe hours.

The light outside slowly faded until the room was swallowed in darkness.

And still, I couldn’t sleep.

I pushed myself up slowly.

“Don…” I whispered, though no sound really came out.

Where was he?

I hadn’t seen him since he angrily left the hospital.

Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I stepped away from the bed. Then, with quiet steps, I walked toward the door and pulled it open.

As I walked through the hall, everything inside me felt worse.

The whispers and stares followed me like a shadow I couldn’t escape.

Up ahead, I spotted one of the maids carrying a tray of food. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to speak.

“Please… send some food to my room,” I said quietly.

She stopped, glanced at me, then at the tray. Her expression instantly turned stiff.

“These are for the Alpha King. He’s downstairs,” she replied curtly.

And just like that, she walked off.

I stood there for a second, watching her leave, my fingers curling slightly at my sides.

Right. The Alpha King.

Alpha King Amon—the supreme Alpha. Higher than every other Alpha. The one who came to packs unannounced, inspecting their borders and putting other Alphas in place. And if anything was wrong, punishment followed.

Normally, as Luna, I should have gone to greet him.

But not like this.

Not when I was dirty, sweaty, and broken.

I swallowed hard and kept walking. I needed to find Don.

I turned into another hallway. Then I stopped.

A low, muffled sound reached my ears.

A soft moan behind the closed door of his private room.

My heart tightened instantly.

I froze for a second. Then moved closer slowly.

My hand hovered over the handle. For a moment, I didn’t open it. Something inside me hesitated.

Then I pushed the door open.

“Don?” I called softly as I stepped in.

And stopped.

Don was there, half-turned.

His hands gripping a woman’s waist as he moved against her.

The room felt too loud all of a sudden.

Everything in me went still. He froze the moment he saw me.

But she didn’t, still oblivious.

“Gosh… I was so close,” the woman complained breathlessly, pushing her hips against him. “Why did you stop?”

Something about her voice made my stomach drop.

It was familiar. Too familiar.

Then she turned. Her eyes met mine and the world tilted.

My hand reached for the doorframe to steady myself as dizziness swept through me.

It was Susan.

My mate was sleeping with my handmaid while I mourned our dead baby.

Kim's POV

My hand flew to my chest, gripping tightly as my heart drummed against my ribs. It was racing too fast, like it was trying to jump out of me.

My blood pressure spiked as I stood there, staring at them.

My handmaid, the one who was supposed to serve and stand by me was there, half-naked, in my mate’s room.

“Don… I can’t believe you,” I breathed, my voice barely holding together.

He didn’t look ashamed or guilty. He just sighed.

Slowly, he reached for his trousers and pulled them up around his waist, completely unbothered.

“Have you lost it, Kim?” he said, walking toward me. “Don’t just barge in here. This is my private room.”

I stared at him, disbelief filling my chest. “But I was looking for you…”

“Gosh, you can’t respect privacy, can you?”

My lips parted slightly.

“I can’t believe you’d say that,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “We’re mated. I have every right to be here.”

“Oh, please, Kim,” he scoffed.

“This whole thing is a sham,” he continued. “And didn’t I tell you? You are not the Luna of this pack. You never will be.”

“I mean, you’ve been downgraded to nothing but a lowly commoner,” he added. “So don’t ever do something like this again.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t even speak. I just stood there, staring at him, then slowly shifted my gaze to Susan.

She had wrapped the blanket around her chest now, her expression completely blank.

Gosh, I didn’t want to cry. I had cried so much already, because of him.

But the emotions still came, bubbling uncontrollably inside me, threatening to spill over. “Don…” my voice broke. “We just lost our baby… and you’re cheating on me?”

He stepped closer, his expression hard. “No,” he said flatly. “You lost your baby. Not mine.”

My breath hitched.

“And the moment you lost that baby,” he continued coldly, “you lost everything else.”

My vision blurred.

“You lost your right to be respected in this pack. The right to be served. The right to be my mate. The right to be called Luna. Even the right to be standing here right now,” he finished.

Silence rang in my ears.

“Don…” I sniffed, my voice shaking uncontrollably now. I felt lightheaded, like I couldn’t breathe properly. “I know you never really cared about me, but please… just stay with me for a while. Help me heal from this. I need—”

“Don’t get it twisted,” he cut me off sharply, already reaching for his shirt and pulling it on. “Whatever we had is over. Get that.”

Before I could say something else, his hand reached out, grabbing my wrist tightly.

“Don, what are you doing?” I gasped as he yanked me forward.

My body stumbled after him, too weak to keep up. “Don, you’re hurting me!” I cried, but he didn’t stop.

He didn’t even look back.

He dragged me out of the room, down the hallway, his grip like metal around my wrist. My feet struggled to keep up, my vision spinning.

Then suddenly, I lost my balance. My body slammed hard against the floor. Pain spread through my entire body.

He stopped, turned, and grabbed me again. “Get up,” he snapped.

I groaned, barely able to move, but he didn’t care. He pulled me again, forcing me forward.

“Don, stop… please—”

The hallway blurred as he dragged me along. I could feel eyes on me.

Before I could steady myself, he pushed me harshly. I hit the ground, my knee scraping painfully against the rough surface. A sharp sting shot up my leg, but it paled in comparison to the ache in my chest.

My hair fell over my face as I struggled to breathe. Slowly, I lifted my head, pushing my hair aside to look at him.

“Don… what are you doing?” I cried, my voice breaking.

“You see this spot you’re on?” he said coldly. “This is where you belong. And I never want to see your face here again.”

My heart dropped.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Don… what are you doing? Are you throwing me out?”

“Yes, Kimberly,” he replied without hesitation. “I’m throwing you out.”

The words echoed in my ears.

“This is my mansion,” he continued. “It’s meant for me, the Luna, the Beta, and only important people in this pack. Now that you’re a lowly commoner, you have no right to be here.”

He looked at me coldly.

“And I don’t want to hire another maid either,” he added casually. “So get out.”

My body trembled as I forced myself up, my legs weak beneath me. I took a few shaky steps toward him, my hands slightly raised to reach him.

“Don, please… reconsider,” I begged. “We’ve been together for over a year. You can’t just throw me away.”

“Yes,” he said flatly. “And it’s been pitiful.”

He pushed me again, and I fell back to the ground with a cry.

“Fuck you, Kim,” he snapped. “Get out of my life.”

And just like that, he turned his back on me. He paused at the door, glancing at the guards.

“If she gets past these doors, I’m having both your heads.”

The guards slammed their rods against the ground. “Understood, Alpha.”

Then the doors shut.

I was completely alone.

The world blurred as tears poured down my face. My body shook as I cried, my hands clutching the ground beneath me. What do I do? Where do I go?

After about an hour, the doors opened again.

My heart skipped. Hope flickered weakly inside me as I lifted my head.

“Don?—”

But the word died in my throat. It wasn’t him. Two guards stepped out first, dressed in rich, imperial clothing.

And then… a man stepped out.

He was tall, with dark hair and hazel eyes that seemed to see through everything.

His skin was smooth, his presence overwhelming, like the air itself shifted around him. Power radiated from him so strongly it made my chest tighten.

The Alpha King. The Supreme Alpha.

Behind him, a maid followed, holding his outer coat. “Alpha, may I place this in the carriage?” she asked respectfully.

He turned slightly. “Yes.”

She bowed and hurried off.

Then, he paused and turned toward me. My entire body flinched. Panic flowed through me as I quickly lowered my head. It was disrespectful not to acknowledge him.

No matter what I was now. No matter how broken I felt, I forced myself to my knees despite the pain, bowing my head low.

“Greetings…” I sniffed, my voice trembling. “Supreme Alpha.”

There was silence for a few seconds.

“Raise your head.” His voice echoed.

My heart pounded violently as I slowly lifted my gaze. His sharp, unreadable eyes were on me.

“Who are you?” he asked.

My lips parted, but no words came out. Everything inside me felt tangled.

“Can’t you speak?” he asked, his voice deep.

“I…” I sniffed, forcing the words out. “I’m Kimberly.”

His gaze didn’t leave mine. “What are you doing out here?”

I froze. What was I supposed to say? That I had just been thrown out like trash? That I had nowhere to go?

His eyes narrowed slightly, studying me. “Aren’t you the Luna of this pack?”

My breath hitched. He remembered me? The last time I had seen him was when Don and I had our mating ceremony.

I never thought he would remember someone like me.

He turned his gaze to the guards. They immediately lowered their heads.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

One of them stepped forward, bowing deeply. “She’s been thrown out of the mansion, Supreme Alpha. Alpha Don rejected her.”

“I see,” he said.

Then his attention returned to me.

And this time, he stepped closer, closing the distance between us. “Get up.”

My head lifted slightly, confusion written across my face.

His gaze darkened. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

Then he turned away. “You’re coming with me.”