Broken by the Alpha: The Moon Singer's Rise

I was the Alpha’s Fated Mate, but to Jacob, I was nothing more than a tool to soothe his rage with my piano music.

He paraded Kassandra around as his true love, treating me like a servant in my own home.

When Rogues attacked our territory, Jacob had to make a split-second choice.

He chose to save Kassandra, believing her lie that she was pregnant with his heir.

While he protected her, Kassandra looked me in the eye and stomped on my hand—crushing the bones and destroying my ability to play the music that kept the pack sane.

I left the pack that night, broken and alone.

It took Jacob weeks to discover the truth.

Kassandra was never pregnant; she had been taking birth control for years and stealing millions from the pack treasury.

Realizing he had sacrificed his true mate for a liar, Jacob destroyed Kassandra and came crawling back to me.

He found me in Vienna, healed and rising as the powerful White Wolf Luna.

He knelt in the dirt, slicing his own arm with a silver blade, begging for a chance to bleed for me the way I had bled for him.

He offered me his Alpha title, his fortune, and his life.

I looked at the man who had once been my entire world and felt nothing but a cold, hollow silence.

"I don't hate you, Jacob," I said, turning to the man who truly loved me.

"I just don't care."

Chapter 1

Alexia POV

The silence of the night was shattered not by sound, but by a violent intrusion into my skull.

*Play for me, Alexia.*

The voice didn't come from the room. It resonated directly inside my head, vibrating against my temples like a physical blow. It was the *Mind-Link*—the telepathic connection that binds every wolf in a Pack together. But this wasn't just communication; it was a leash being yanked tight.

I was sitting on the edge of my narrow bed in the servants' quarters, the damp chill of the basement seeping into my bones. I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms.

"No," I whispered to the empty, cramped room. "Not tonight. My fingers are bleeding."

*I didn't ask.*

The tone shifted. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, pressing down on my lungs until I gasped for breath.

*Come. Now.*

It was the Alpha’s Command.

My body betrayed me instantly. The Alpha’s Command is an absolute law written into our biology; when the Pack leader gives a direct order, a lower-ranking wolf’s muscles move before their mind can object. It is a crushing weight, a puppet master’s string that threatens to snap your spine if you dare to resist.

I stood up, my legs moving mechanically, fighting the urge to vomit from the sheer violation of my will. My inner wolf, a ragged and starved creature, whined in the back of my mind, too broken to fight him.

I walked through the long, shadowed corridors of the Obsidian Pack house. The grandeur of the upper floors mocked me—the velvet carpets silencing my footsteps, the scent of polished mahogany and expensive beeswax clogging my senses. I belonged to the shadows, the Omega who scrubbed these floors, not the one who walked them.

When I entered the Alpha’s private music room, Jacob Cummings was pacing. He looked like a storm contained in skin—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes that burned with the manic energy of a wolf fighting its own instincts.

"You took too long," he growled, not bothering to look at me.

I didn't speak. I couldn't. The Command pushed me toward the grand piano in the corner. It was a beautiful beast of an instrument, sleek and black, like the obsidian our Pack was named after.

I sat down. The keys were cold against my battered fingertips. The skin there was raw, callous over callous, split from hours of scrubbing floors and hours of forced playing. A fresh smear of blood stained the white ivory as I hesitated.

*Soothe him,* the Command whispered in my blood.

I began to play.

It wasn't a song I had learned from a book. It was a melody that rose from my blood, a gift from the Moon Goddess that the Pack refused to acknowledge as power. They called it a parlor trick. I knew it as the "Moon Singer’s" gift—the ability to weave magic into sound to calm the savage beast inside a shifter.

As the notes floated through the air, melancholic and soft, Jacob’s pacing slowed. His shoulders dropped. The feral growl in his chest subsided.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back as the tension drained from his frame.

*That’s it,* his voice drifted through the *Mind-Link*, softer now, dripping with a sickening, false sweetness. *You do this so well, Alexia. It is your duty as my Mate. For the stability of the Pack.*

Mate.

The word tasted like ash. Yes, we were Fated Mates. When we first met five years ago, I smelled it—the scent of rain-soaked pine and ozone, the electric jolt when our skin touched. My wolf had howled *Mine!*

But he had never marked me. He had never made me Luna. To him, I was a battery, a tool to keep his Alpha rage in check so he could rule.

*I do this for us,* he projected into my mind, a sliver of warmth touching my consciousness. *For our love.*

I looked at him, really looked at him. He was handsome, in the way a statue is handsome—cold, hard, and unyielding. Above the fireplace hung a portrait of him, regal and proud. Beneath it, I sat, a withered branch feeding the fire of his glory.

Then, his mind wandered. The *Mind-Link*, when open for comfort, is a two-way street if one isn't careful.

I felt his emotions shift. The gratitude wasn't for me. The warmth pooling in his chest wasn't directed at the girl playing the piano.

*Kassandra,* his mind whispered. *Is her ankle still hurting? I should check on her.*

The name was a shard of glass in my heart. Kassandra. The Beta female. The one he paraded around as his partner in everything but name.

I closed my eyes, my fingers never missing a note, but my soul detached. He didn't love me. He didn't even see me. He loved the peace I gave him so he could go and love *her*.

*Are you honored, Alexia?* Jacob asked, his ego needing to be stroked even as he fantasized about another woman. *To serve your Alpha?*

I looked at my reflection in the polished fallboard of the piano. Pale, tired, with dark circles under my eyes. But deep in those eyes, something new was flickering. A cold, hard light.

"Naturally," I said aloud. My voice was raspy, unused.

I severed the emotional connection on my end, leaving only the music.

*Good girl,* he murmured via the link, then immediately directed his mental attention elsewhere. *Kassandra, my love, are you awake? I’m coming to you soon.*

He didn't even bother to hide the message from me. Or perhaps he didn't care if I heard.

I finished the piece. The final chord hung in the air, unresolved, just like my life.

"You may go," Jacob dismissed me with a wave of his hand, already reaching for his phone.

I stood up, my knees cracking. I walked out of the room, past the servants who whispered in the hallway.

"Did you hear the music?" one whispered. "The Omega is begging for his attention again."

"Pathetic," another sneered. "She’s the Alpha’s shame. Does she really think playing the piano makes her a Luna?"

I kept my head down, trudging back to the damp basement.

I sat on my bed and pulled a hidden book from under my mattress. Inside the cover, flattened and worn, was a letter. The wax seal was broken, the paper cream-colored and expensive.

*Vienna Academy of Music.*

*To the anonymous composer of 'Moonlight’s embrace'... We invite you...*

It was a scholarship. A full ride. A way out.

I traced the seal with my throbbing finger. For years, I stayed because I thought I was loved. I stayed because of the Mate bond. I stayed because I thought the Pack needed me.

But tonight, hearing him call another woman "my love" while I bled over his piano keys... something snapped.

I looked at the mirror on the cracked wall. I didn't see an Omega anymore. I saw a ghost waiting to come back to life.

I am leaving.