Luna Rejects Cheating Alpha

The contraction hit me like a freight train, doubling me over in the middle of the pack emergency meeting. I gripped the edge of the conference table, my knuckles turning white as pain radiated through my abdomen.

"Luna London?" Marcus's voice cut through the sudden silence. "Is it time?"

I nodded, unable to form words as another wave crashed over me. Eight years of building this pack with Sullivan, and now our pup was finally coming—six weeks early.

"The Alpha!" someone shouted. "Where's Alpha Sullivan?"

The room erupted into chaos. Marcus pushed through the crowd, his face tight with concern. "I'll find him. Someone get Luna London to the pack hospital."

Another contraction seized me, stronger than the first. My wolf, Aria, whimpered inside me. *Something's wrong. Where is he?*

"He's not answering his phone," Marcus said, already moving toward the door. "I'll track him down."

"Go," I managed to gasp. "Find him."

Two hours passed in a blur of pain and fear. The pack doctor's face grew increasingly concerned as my contractions intensified without progress.

"Where is that man?" she muttered, checking my vitals again. "Your blood pressure is rising dangerously."

Aria paced restlessly within me. *He's not coming. He knows we need him.*

"No," I whispered, both to her and myself. "He'll be here."

Four hours turned to six. The pain became unbearable, and something deeper—a hollow ache in my chest—began to spread.

"His scent," I whispered suddenly. "I can smell... another woman."

The doctor's eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.

When Sullivan finally burst through the door eight hours after my labor began, I knew immediately. His shirt carried a floral scent that wasn't mine. His eyes—those eyes I'd gazed into for eight years—wouldn't meet mine.

"Sullivan," I gasped, reaching for him. "Thank the Moon Goddess."

He approached reluctantly, hovering at the edge of my bed instead of taking my hand. "London, I..."

Aria howled in anguish inside me, retreating deeper as my contractions grew more violent.

"Something's wrong with the pup," the doctor announced urgently. "We need to move now."

The next hours passed in a haze of pain and blood and fear. Sullivan stood by the wall, watching as if from a distance. I screamed for him once—just once—and he flinched but didn't come closer.

Aria was fading, retreating so deeply I could barely feel her. *He betrayed us,* she whimpered. *During our pup's birth.*

I woke eighteen hours later to the sound of hushed voices. My body felt hollow, emptied of both pup and strength. The room was dim, lit only by moonlight streaming through the window where Sullivan stood with his back to me.

"Sullivan?" My voice was a rasp.

He turned slowly. There was no relief on his face at seeing me awake. No joy.

"The pup?" I asked, though I already knew from the gentle weight against my chest that our son lived.

"He's fine," Sullivan said flatly.

I reached for our mind-link, that sacred connection that had bound us for eight years. *What's happening? Where were you?*

His response came like ice water. *I've made a choice, London. The pack needs fresh energy. Our bond has grown stale.*

The monitor beside me beeped as my heart rate spiked. "What are you saying?"

"I've chosen Yasmin," he said aloud, his voice devoid of emotion. "She understands me in ways you never could."

Aria, who had barely stirred since our son's birth, suddenly surged forward with a fury that took my breath away. *He abandoned us during birth. He deserves nothing.*

With trembling hands, I reached for Elena Blackwood, the pack elder who had been quietly observing from the corner.

"I need a witness," I whispered.

Elena stepped forward, her ancient eyes knowing. "You're sure?"

I nodded, gathering what little strength remained in my broken body. "I, London Greene, reject you, Sullivan Matthews, as my mate before these witnesses and the Moon Goddess herself."

Sullivan's face contorted in shock. "London, you can't—"

"I reject the bond that was formed between us," I continued, my voice growing stronger with each word. "By the laws of our kind and the sacred rites of our ancestors, I sever what was joined."

The pain was excruciating as our bond shattered, but I felt Aria rise within me, fierce and protective of our pup.

"The child takes my name," I declared. "Dylan Greene."

Three days later, I returned to the pack house we had built together. The moment I stepped through the door, I knew something was wrong.

Yasmin sat at my vanity, wearing my Luna ceremonial necklace—the one Sullivan had placed around my neck on our mating day.

"Oh," she said with false sweetness. "You're back early."

My eyes darted to the floor where shards of glass glittered—the remains of our family photos. She followed my gaze and smiled.

"Sullivan thought it was time for some changes," she said, twirling my necklace between her fingers.

I found him in our bedroom—our bedroom—where he was hanging new curtains.

"Get her out," I demanded, my voice shaking with rage.

Sullivan turned slowly. "Actually, London, I think it's time you moved back to your family's residence."

Aria snarled within me, and for the first time since our son's birth, I felt her strength flowing through me again.

"This is my home," I said quietly. "Our home."

"Not anymore," he replied, not meeting my eyes. "It's time you accepted that things have changed."