The night before Alpha Lucas and Heidy’s mating ceremony, an eerie calm settled over the whole pach house, it was thick like the mist before a full moon rises. The air felt heavier as if something unseen was holding its breath, waiting for the shift of fate.

Lucas—normally cold like a battle-scarred wolf hardened by years of dominance—acted strangely gentle toward me, surprised me with rare gentleness — perhaps a pitiful scrap of guilt beneath his perfectly groomed exterior.

“You’ll be alone here tomorrow, you can't go with us,” he said in his usual cold voice, but softer now, as though throwing a bone to a wolf that had stopped snarling. “If you're bored, go shopping. I'll take care of all the expenses.”

I could hear the command behind the feigned concern — the tone of a man who no longer saw his mate as a woman or even a wolf, but as an obligation.

A fading scar on his reputation. A burden to be managed.

“Get some rest. We’ll rise before dawn.”

I remained silent and nodded, I curled into the farthest edge of our stone-carved bed, my back to him. My waist ached from the long day of chores, but it was my soul that throbbed like a raw wound, festering in silence.

I stared up at the high ceiling of the Alpha wing, watching the moonlight shift across the ancient carvings — ancestral wolves howling at twin moons.

I once dreamed of running beneath those moons, of becoming the Luna of an Alpha mate as strong as I.

But dreams had long since withered in this cold Pack House.

I didn’t want to live like this anymore. Not as a Luna in name, a slave in truth.

I was born to Alpha Marcus of the Wildfang Pack — feared across the northern ridges for his ruthless command and wisdom. I was his only daughter.

A pure-born wolf.

And yet…

Here I was—mated to a weak, ruthless Alpha of the Sharp Fang Pack, a male who had long forgotten I was his Luna. Every chance he got, he fed me nothing but cold disdain and subtle humiliation. I was the daughter of a powerful Alpha, born to be a Luna, not to be wasted in a pack that saw me as nothing more than a decoration… or worse—a failed bond.

At exactly three in the morning, Lucas shook me awake.

“Get up,” he ordered. “Help me prepare.”

He rarely woke early. He never asked for help unless he wanted to remind me of my place.

I said nothing as I helped him into his suit — deep charcoal, lined with silver thread meant to reflect the blue moonlight. A ceremonial pin adorned his lapel: the sigil of his bloodline — a wolf’s Fang in front of a wolf skull. It was the symbol of the Sharp Fang Pack, an ancient rival of my own.

When I left our room, the lower halls were already alive with murmurs and the clicking of heels. My son and daughter-in-law — both spoiled and slothful wolves who usually slept past noon — were up and dressed in silks and gold.

“Mother,” my son called out, handing me a list. “Pack our bags. We’re leaving early. And don’t forget the ceremonial silks.”

I bowed slightly, as trained, then slipped into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. My hands worked on instinct — slicing root vegetables, mixing wild garlic into the stew — while my mind drifted. My daughter-in-law’s loud voice cut through my thoughts.

“I won’t eat. I have to be ready to stand by Luna Heidy’s side.”

Luna Heidy…

The name and how she addressed my best friend, sent invisible chains tightening around my chest.

I bit down on my tongue. Heidy and I were the same age — both unmated when we were younger — yet now she stood at the threshold of power, and I was being erased.

“I won’t eat either,” my son added. “I’ll accompany my mate.”

Alpha Lucas approached with calculated indifference, his palm landing on my shoulder like a clawed weight. “Eat alone.”

I stared at the untouched plates of food. The breakfast I had prepared for four was now just for me.

The doorbell rang. I moved to open it.

Heidy stood there, dressed in a blood-red ceremonial robe — a cheongsam fitted to perfection, with the crest of the SharpFang Pack shimmering on her chest. Her lips were stained wine-dark, and her eyes gleamed with triumph.

Behind her, two Betas waited in an elegant SUV. The magic curling around it pulsed with authority.

My daughter-in-law rushed forward, gushing with false cheer.

“You’re so beautiful today, Luna Heidy!”

I sneered inwardly. That snake was no best friend of mine.

Heidy smiled demurely. “You look radiant too, Jasmine. But we mustn’t be late. I’m here to collect Alpha Lucas for his trip.”

They moved quickly, and the entire household was abuzz with final preparations. Just as Jasmine bent down to grab her bag, we all heard a sharp tear. The back of her dress ripped wide open, threads unraveling like cursed vines.

All heads turned. And then… every accusing gaze landed on me.

My son’s voice was sharp. “Mother, didn’t you prepare that dress? Didn’t you check it?”

My stomach dropped.

Yes, I had selected the ceremonial threads, and overseen the final fitting. But I hadn’t touched the gown since Jasmine tried it on. I stepped back, trying to explain.

“There must be a mistake. I stored it safely. I—”

Before I could finish, Alpha Lucas shoved me — hard.

“What did you do?! Jealous of the wedding, are you? You’ve sunk so low you’re sabotaging the new bond!”

I stumbled back, my spine slamming into the stone pillar. Pain cracked up my back like lightning. The world swam around me.

Neighbors began to gather outside the open door — wolves from other families, curious eyes glowing yellow and green in the hallway shadows.

“I didn’t do it,” I gasped, rage and shame mixing in my throat. “I would never—”

Alpha Lucas sneered down at me. “You dare deny it? You had one job. And now you’ve humiliated the whole pack!”

Heidy placed a gentle hand on Lucas’s arm, her voice sickeningly sweet. “Let it go, darling. She didn’t mean it. Maybe she’s just too old now… her hands don’t work like they used to.”

A knock came from the doorway.

A young shop attendant bowed deeply. “I-I’m terribly sorry! There was a mix-up. We accidentally delivered the defective dress— The stitching was faulty from our end. Please forgive us. It wasn’t her fault.”

I looked up from the floor, pain blooming in my chest.

Lucas didn’t apologize. He didn’t even look guilty.

Instead, he smirked.

“Didn’t you study design in college?” he said, his voice like a dagger dipped in poison. “Didn’t you use to craft dresses worthy of Luna courts? Now you can’t even tell when a seam is cursed. You’re pathetic.”

Heidy swept past me, linking arms with Alpha Lucas, with my husband. My daughter-in-law changed dresses swiftly and followed after them.

As the door slammed shut, I remained slumped against the stone floor.

Alone.

Outside, the Pack House, cars rolled away. Inside, the silence roared louder than a thousand howls.

I couldn’t move.

My coccyx throbbed. My pride bled.

I couldn’t get up, I couldn't move…

The house felt like a prison, the walls crowding in as I lay on the cold stone floor. All I could hear was my own heartbeat, the slow, steady pounding echoing like distant war drums across the territory. And the truth clawed its way through at last—I was nothing.

Just a broken she-wolf, cast out and forgotten by her own pack. The same pack my wolf once ruled with pride and strength.

The silence of the house was deafening. Not even the restless howl of the wind disturbed the stillness that enveloped me like a shroud. In the dead quiet, the vibration of my phone shattered the silence, its buzzing sharp and unnervingly clear.

The buzz of my phone shattered the stillness. I reached for it on the cold marble nightstand. The sender’s name glowed across the misty surface.

Jasmine. My daughter-in-law.

[I’m sorry, Mom, Luna Claire. The seamstress just messaged me about the dress. I was too excited this morning to check my messages. I apologize on behalf of Alpha Lucas. He was too harsh again. You haven’t used your magic or shifted for so many years, it’s understandable you’d forget the old ways. Please don’t prepare tonight’s meal—we’ll bring you something from the summit.

Five-star catering from the royal feast. You’ve sacrificed your life for us. This is just a small token from your daughter-in-law.]

Luna Claire…

A title they’d stripped of all meaning.

My marriage with Alpha Lucas Barlowe was meant to be a strengthening alliance, a bond between power, love, and promise. But somehow, I’d become their servant, their scapegoat, their shame.

The message blurred.

Not from the light of the screen, but from the heat in my eyes.

I had endured twenty years in this hallow pack house—once mine, now being claimed by another she-wolf. I did everything for them, I raised my son, Feed them, oversaw the Pack’s rituals, and led the kitchens, the healers, and the rites of spring and moon. And still, I was seen as… less. Useless. Forgotten.

No more.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my body aching with old wounds—emotional, and spiritual. Scars that couldn’t be seen. Not even by the moon.

At five, I rose.

The sky was still iron gray, the shadows long. I moved like a ghost, silent and careful. By eleven, I had packed every item that did not belong to me. Not a single stitch of clothing, not a single relic of love remained in the house. Only power and pretense fill the halls now.

I grabbed all their belongings and tossed them into silver-etched travel trunks and sent them flying out the window. Each crash below felt like thunder cracking open the sky.

Then I changed the lock on the door.

This house was my inheritance.

My grandmother, the former Luna of the Wildfang Pack, died in battle when I was a girl. This sanctuary had been her final gift to me.

When Alpha Lucas and I bonded, this house became the second pack house of the Sharp Fang Pack.

They always said they loved staying here—claimed it was more grand, more imposing than the one in their own territory.

And I let them in… even though they never asked.

And now, I am done letting others live in it like it was theirs.

On the ancient oak desk, I retrieved the divorce decree I had penned in blood weeks ago—signed with my crest, sealed with truth. I sent it by mail to Alpha Lucas’s office in the Sharp Fang Pack’s northern tower.

It was time they knew I was not theirs to command.

Then I did something I had never dared: I booked an appointment with a famous photographer known across the realms for his ethereal bridal portraits. Yes—wedding dresses were every girl’s dream.

But marriage?

That was a wolf’s cage if made with the wrong mate.

I would give myself what Alpha Lucas never could. A promise. A vow. To myself.

A wedding photo, in the same secondhand gown I owned—without a groom.

And as I stood at the window, staring into the clearing moonlight, I whispered the name of my firstborn. The one I lost so long ago. The daughter no one remembered but me.

“I see you, my child,” I whispered. “Your mother remembers. Always.”

The wind howled softly, like an answer from the moon goddess herself.

I left their luggage with the border guards and stepped beyond the protective wards for the first time in two decades.

This time, my path was mine alone.

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The flight to Ravenwood took three hours. When I soared above the clouds, I looked down upon the territory that had once held me captive—and saw it for what it truly was.

Small. Insignificant. Shrinking beneath my rising spirit.

I begged Lucas to bring me to Ravenwood in the early years—its moonlit beaches and silver-hot springs were said to heal broken wolves. “When we have money,” he always said.

He had long become a high-ranking official under the Central Alpha Council, wielding power and hoarding wealth. Still, he never took me.

Now, I am alone.

When the plane arrived and my boots touched down in Ravenwood’s enchanted plaza, I exhaled sharply, then a bitter smile escaped my lips.

Freedom tasted like salt and sky.

But my phone buzzed violently.

13 missed calls. All from Lucas.

I hesitated.

My phone buzzed again.

This time, I answered.

His voice cracked through. “Claire! Why the hell aren’t you answering? I only allowed you to have fun a little, go shopping when you are bored, and not to run off like some rogue bitch. My assistant even sent you a black card—”

I said nothing.

Let him speak…

There was silence in the line. Then his voice softened.

“You’re still angry? Fine. I was a bit harsh this morning. I shouldn’t have snapped. I’m… sorry, alright?”

Perfunctory. Hollow.

That had always been Lucas’s way—push until I broke, then offer just enough to keep me stitched together. A growl stirred in my throat, my wolf rising with the memory of every time he’d belittled me in front of the pack.

But I kept my voice level.

“You don’t have to apologize,” I said. “It’s late. Sleep.”

He chuckled.

“There she is. My good girl. Listen, when I return from the High Council Summit, I’ll bring you a gift. Something shiny. Oh, also, Heidy left some documents. Urgent stuff. She said you could swing by and transcribe them—20,000 words. You’re not busy, right? And maybe help clean her house? She left in a rush this morning.”

I clenched the phone.

Before I could respond, a soft female voice interrupted.

“Alpha Lucas, could you bring me a towel? I forgot it in the shower.”

Rustling. Then Heidy’s voice, clearer now.

“Oh, is that Claire? Oh, I didn’t mean to trouble her! I left the documents in my house. I didn’t have time to clean up… I’ll owe her. But she’s always been lazy, hasn’t she? So difficult to coax. If this ruins your marriage, I’ll take responsibility, Alpha Lucas. I just didn’t expect Claire to take things so personally…”

The call ended when I crushed the phone with one hand.

My wolf surged to the surface—eyes flashing, claws forming for a second.

I let her retreat, slowly, purposefully.

I was no longer the timid Luna who waited for scraps of affection.

I was the daughter of Alpha Marcus. I had the blood of a thousand warriors in my veins. I would reclaim every piece of myself, every shred of pride, every ounce of power I once gave away.

Because some chains, no matter how strong, were meant to be shattered.

I am just done…