Losing the Alpha: The Runaway Invisible Luna

On the day of my baby’s gender reveal, I saw a live stream from an alpha party. It caught my Alpha husband red-handed, dancing with another she-wolf.

He came back to me like nothing had happened.

“You’re pregnant, and I am an insatiable alpha. I did it to let off some steam so I won’t tire your pregnant body,” that was his excuse.

But every day with him was torture. The alpha who once promised me the most precious moonstone forgot his vow, and the next thing I knew, his mistress was the one wearing it.

The baby clothes I bought for the child I lost a year ago were given to his mistress—worn by her cat.

But what finally pushed me to seek a divorce and abandon my position as Luna was the way he sighed in disappointment upon hearing our baby’s gender.

A girl.

Not worthy of being an alpha heir.

Then I found his messages with his mistress. She was pregnant too—and hers was a boy.

So I walked away, giving them the chance to be a happy family.

But why did he come chasing after me?

Why was he willing to wage a pack war just to bring me back?

“You’re mine, Stephanie.”

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Stephanie’s POV

The cake was already melting when I realized he wasn’t coming.

It was supposed to be a celebration. The gender reveal of the Alpha heir. Our child. Yet I was alone.

The guests had long since left. Their whispers, their pitying glances, their forced smiles still lingered in the air like ghosts that refused to disappear. Even the servants had retreated, leaving me in the suffocating quiet of the grand hall.

Midnight had passed. Then one. Then two. Still, I stayed.

Because a small, foolish part of me believed that maybe, just maybe, Alpha Cain would walk through those doors, breathless and apologetic, telling me he had been delayed by something urgent.

That he hadn’t forgotten. That he still cared.

I stared at my phone again, my fingers trembling slightly as I unlocked it. Twenty-three missed calls. Thirty-seven messages. All sent to him. All unanswered.

“Alpha… where are you?” I whispered, though there was no one there to hear me.

My chest tightened. I told myself not to cry. Not again. I had done enough of that already.

Instead, I opened social media. A distraction. Anything to quiet the storm inside my chest.

That was when I saw it.

A live broadcast. The title alone made my stomach drop.

“Exclusive Alpha Party – Live Now.”

My hands moved before my mind could stop them, tapping on the screen. The video loaded. And then I saw him. Alpha Cain.

He stood in the center of a lavish hall, far grander than the one I sat in now. Music pulsed loudly in the background, laughter echoing around him. His arm was wrapped around a woman, his fingers resting possessively on her waist.

She was beautiful. Young. Smiling up at him like he was her entire world.

And he… he was smiling back. Not the polite smile he wore for formal events. Not the distant, cold expression he had given me for months. No. This smile was warm. Intimate. The kind of smile he used to reserve only for me.

My vision blurred.

“No…” The word slipped from my lips, barely audible.

But the video continued mercilessly.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the woman’s ear as she laughed, pressing herself closer to him. Their bodies moved together to the rhythm of the music, slow and deliberate, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

As if I didn’t exist.

My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. This wasn’t a rumor. This wasn’t gossip whispered behind my back. This was real.

Broadcasted for the entire pack to see. The Alpha… cheating on his Luna. Again.

The livestream continued, the comments flooding in faster than I could read.

Some mocking me. Some pitying me.

I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was caving in on itself, the weight of it all crushing me from the inside.

So this was why he didn’t come. Not because he was busy. But because he chose to be there. With her.

Tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them, falling silently onto the screen of my phone.

I didn’t even realize I was crying until my vision became too blurred to see.

“Luna…”

The soft voice startled me. I quickly wiped my face, though it was useless. The tears wouldn’t stop.

I turned to see Elder Elisse standing at the entrance of the hall. Her once sharp and commanding presence had softened, weighed down by something that looked painfully like regret.

“I’m sorry,” she said gently as she walked toward me.

Her eyes flickered briefly to the untouched cake, the empty hall, the decorations that now felt more like a cruel joke than a celebration.

“For my son.”

Her son. Alpha Cain. The man who had just humiliated me in front of the entire pack.

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.

“It’s fine,” I said, though my voice came out hollow.

It wasn’t fine. Nothing about this was fine. But what else was I supposed to say?

Elder Elisse stopped beside me, her gaze lingering on my face as if searching for something. Perhaps she was looking for the strong Luna she had once believed I would be.

Instead, all she found was a broken woman barely holding herself together.

“I didn’t think he would go this far,” she murmured.

Neither did I.

My gaze drifted back to the cake.

A bitter memory surfaced. There was a time when Alpha Cain would never have done this. A time when he looked at me the way he was looking at that woman now.

A time when I was his entire world. I could still remember it so clearly. The way he pursued me relentlessly despite my origins. The way he ignored the whispers, the disapproval, the countless reasons why I wasn’t a suitable Luna for the Foreshadow Pack.

He didn’t care. He chose me anyway.

“I will give you everything,” he had told me once, his forehead pressed against mine, his voice filled with a sincerity that made my heart ache even now. “Even the most precious moonstone in the land of wolves. You deserve nothing less.”

I had believed him. I had believed all of it.

“Stephanie,” Elder Elisse called softly, pulling me back to the present.

I blinked, realizing I had been staring blankly at the cake.

“I…” I hesitated, then let out a shaky breath. “Let’s just… finish this.”

She seemed surprised for a moment, but then nodded.

Together, we stood before the cake. I picked up the knife with trembling hands.

“This was supposed to be our moment,” I whispered.

Then I cut into the cake. The blade slid through the soft layers, revealing the color hidden inside.

Pink. It was pink. A girl.

My lips parted, but no sound came out. A daughter. We were having a daughter.

A small, fragile life that deserved so much more than this.

For a brief moment, something flickered in my chest. Hope. But it was quickly swallowed by the overwhelming pain that followed.

The next morning, I became a story. Not a person. Not a Luna. Just a story.

Everywhere I went, I could feel their eyes on me. Hear their whispers.

“The Luna.”

“The one Alpha keeps cheating on.”

“How pitiful.”

“I heard she cried all night.”

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. They weren’t wrong. I had cried.

“Stephanie.”

I turned to see Elder Elisse approaching me once again. There was something different in her expression this time. Something heavier.

“I’m sorry,” she said again.

I studied her for a moment. The former Luna. A woman who had once held the same position I did now.

Did she feel this way too, once upon a time? Or was this pain uniquely mine?

“I want to leave,” I said quietly.

Her eyes widened.

“Leave… the pack?”

I nodded.

“I can’t stay here anymore.” My voice remained calm, but inside, everything felt like it was falling apart. “I accepted the Luna position because I thought he would love me forever.”

I let out a soft, humorless laugh.

“How foolish of me.”

“Stephanie—”

“For your granddaughter,” I continued, my voice trembling slightly now, “please help me.”

Her gaze softened instantly.

“I’ll go crazy if I stay here any longer,” I admitted. “I don’t want my child to grow up watching this. I don’t want her to think this is what love looks like.”

Silence fell between us. Heavy. Painful.

Elder Elisse closed her eyes briefly, as if gathering her thoughts.

“I don’t know what went wrong,” she whispered.

Neither did I.

That was the cruelest part. There was no clear moment where everything shattered.

No single mistake I could point to and fix. Just a slow, painful unraveling of something that once felt unbreakable.

“I’ll help you,” she said finally.

My breath caught.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

It was the first time in a long while that I felt something close to relief.

But it didn’t last. Because the moment I returned to my room and turned on the television, the world reminded me exactly why I needed to leave.

The news flashed across the screen.

“Alpha Cain caught in another scandal.”

I froze. Images filled the screen. That woman. The same one from the livestream. Laughing. Dancing. Kissing.

My stomach twisted violently. But then the headline changed. And my entire world stopped.

“Alpha Cain gifts the most precious moonstone to his rumored lover.”

My heart skipped. The screen shifted, showing a familiar object. A glowing stone, radiating a soft, ethereal light.

The most precious moonstone in the land of wolves. The one he had once promised me.

My fingers tightened around the edge of the table as a hollow laugh escaped my lips.

“I see…”

My voice sounded distant. Unfamiliar.

“He kept his promise after all.”

Just not to me.