The Luna Who Rose From Her Alpha's Betrayal

Blessing Robertson, the former Luna of the Northern Pack, looked at Ty’s bloodied back and wept bitterly. “I’m so sorry, Eliana. I never imagined Dominic could be so cruel to you and our little Ty.”

“Poor Ty,” she continued, her voice trembling. “He was born while his father was away battling rogues for four years, and you stayed here, raising him alone...”

Her face flushed with anger as she spoke.

“And that ungrateful wretch not only brought that rogue woman into our pack but allowed her to torment you. This is madness!”

I knew Blessing was furious on my behalf, but her words only reminded me of Dominic’s disdain and indifference, each one like a claw to my heart. My tears had long dried up, and I sat there, holding my lifeless son, my eyes empty and hollow.

“There’s no point in talking about it anymore,” I said quietly. “I’ve come to reject the mate bond with Dominic.”

Blessing sighed, her wrinkled hand brushing over Ty’s pale cheek. Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes.

“Are you sure, Eliana?” she asked, her voice heavy with reluctance.

“Ty is gone. There’s nothing left for me here,” I replied, my voice firm but weary.

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Seven years ago, Blessing and Dominic had been ambushed by rogues while returning to the pack. They’d stumbled into my village, wounded and desperate. Against my father’s wishes, I brought them into our home and nursed them back to health.

During his recovery, Dominic grew close to me. Under Blessing’s watchful eye, we became mates. On our marking night, he kissed my forehead and promised, “Eliana, you saved my life. I’ll love you and only you forever.”

For three years, we were inseparable, our love the envy of the pack. Then, just after Ty was born, Dominic received word of a rogue uprising at the border. He left without hesitation.

For four years, I raised Ty alone, waiting for Dominic to return. In the first year, I received letters filled with longing. In the second, he mentioned a rogue woman he’d saved. At first, I thought nothing of it—it was just Dominic being heroic.

But then the letters stopped. And when he finally returned, my worst fears were realized.

Dominic came back with Stormi Edwards, the rogue woman from his letters. That day, I stood at the packhouse door with Ty, eagerly awaiting Dominic’s return. But instead of embracing us, he walked in with Stormi in his arms, his gaze soft and affectionate as he looked at her.

He ignored me completely, but Ty, oblivious to his father’s coldness, ran up and hugged his leg. “Daddy! Mommy said you’d come back! She said you’d be strong and brave!”

I thought Dominic might at least smile at our son. But instead, he kicked Ty away. My boy hit the ground hard, his head smacking against a rock. Blood pooled beneath him as I rushed to his side.

“A mongrel pup from a village girl dares call me father?” Dominic sneered. “Get him out of my sight. Don’t let him bother Stormi.”

I didn’t understand how four years of war could have changed him so much. But it wasn’t long before Dominic allowed Stormi to lock us in the basement.

I realized then that he no longer cared for me. But I was a mother first, and my only concern was raising Ty. When Stormi demanded a marking ceremony, Dominic forced me to plan it.

Every night, Ty and I would hear their laughter and the sounds of their passion echoing through the packhouse. I cried silently, holding Ty close, shielding him from the cruelty of the world.

Then, on Ty’s birthday, Dominic ripped the skin from Ty’s back in a dark ritual to “bless” Stormi’s unborn pup. I’d endured so much, thinking it would keep Ty safe. But in the end, Dominic took everything from me.

My heart died with Ty. I’d given my life to Dominic, to our pack, to our family. But he’d destroyed it all.

“Dominic Dunn,” I whispered, my voice cold and resolute. “I’m done with you.”