Forsaken Luna's Reclaimed Power

When I found out that Leon, the Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, had left me unconscious in the hospital just to deliver a coat to his Beta, Yasmin, I decided it was time to reject our mate bond.

Leon agreed immediately, his voice dripping with the casual arrogance of an Alpha. "Why worry? She’s just an Omega. She’ll calm down."

"Give her a few days, and she’ll come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. Then I’ll graciously accept her apology, and we’ll see if she dares to cause any fuss again."

That very day, he posted a photo on the pack’s shared mind link, holding hands with Yasmin across a dinner table. The caption read: "Two souls, three meals, four seasons; for the rest of our lives, we’ll be each other’s one and only."

As I stared at the date on the calendar, I dialed my brother Julius, the Gamma of the Blood Moon Pack.

"Hey, can you help me get back home?"

"Really? That’s great! You’re finally giving up on that jerk! Wait there, I’ll come pick you up myself!"

Julius’s voice was filled with excitement, and I could almost feel the protective growl in his tone.

After hanging up, Leon walked in, surrounded by the overpowering scent of his Alpha aura. The red mark on his neck—a clear sign of Yasmin’s influence—was impossible to miss.

"Who was on the phone?" Leon asked casually, his eyes glued to his phone screen, not even glancing at me.

"My brother," I replied, but my voice was drowned out by the loud ringtone of his phone.

Leon quickly answered, and Yasmin’s sickeningly sweet voice came through. "Alpha Leon, thank you for the jacket you sent the other day. I would’ve been in a real fix without you. I wouldn’t know what to do."

Perhaps realizing the situation, Leon turned the volume down and retreated to his study with a guilty look on his face.

I smirked bitterly to myself.

We were supposed to be in a cooling-off period. What was I expecting?

I quietly made myself a bowl of pasta, ate it in silence, and then went to the bedroom to start packing.

Leon finally finished his call with Yasmin an hour later. He sat at the dining table with a magazine, expecting a hot breakfast as usual.

But after waiting without even a cup of warm coffee, he finally spared half a glance at me, annoyed.

"It’s just that I didn’t go with you for the check-up. Insomnia isn’t that serious, anyway."

"Take the medication the healer prescribed, and you’ll be fine. Why the drama?"

"And besides, I’ve already agreed to the rejection. What more do you want? Are you going to keep sulking like this?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked at this man, once my closest confidant, with nothing but indifference.

The day he left, I fainted in the hospital. If not for the healers’ timely intervention, I might have ended up in a crematorium.

After that,