Her Pack Betrayed Our Fated Bond

After completing my pack training, I returned to find the Blue Moon Pack in chaos.

The sister I had raised and cared for was dead, killed by a newcomer—a girl Alpha Sophie had recently brought into the pack.

My former comrades, brothers who had once adored her, now spoke of her with disdain, calling her a disgrace to the pack.

But I remembered. I remembered the way they had doted on her, the way they had smiled at her antics.

So I took my time.

I broke their wrists, crushed their bones, and watched as they writhed in the dirt, their screams echoing through the forest.

When their fear was at its peak, I leaned down and asked, "Is this what it means to be part of a noble pack?"

"Do you deserve this pride?"

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The day I returned, the moment I stepped through the pack gates, several young warriors froze at the sight of me, their faces pale as if they’d seen a ghost.

I frowned, glancing down at my attire.

Black combat boots, fitted tactical gear, my hair tied back in a high ponytail, and my claws unsheathed.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

So why were they looking at me like that?

Shaking off the unease, I made my way toward the pack hall.

My name is Kaeli Munoz, Beta of the Blue Moon Pack.

Three months ago, I had left to undergo advanced combat training, pushing myself to become stronger.

Now that I was back, I needed to report to Alpha Sophie.

But the hall was empty.

Confused, I glanced around. This was usually the time she would be here, overseeing pack affairs.

"Kaeli?"

A familiar voice called out, filled with surprise and relief.

I turned to see Nixon Dunn, a young Gamma, striding toward me.

He was tall and lean, his sharp features softened by a boyish charm, his hazel eyes bright with excitement.

"You’re back!"

I nodded. "I came to see the Alpha, but she’s not here."

"Ah," Nixon said, thinking for a moment. "She’s probably at her private quarters this time of day.

You’d be wasting your time waiting here."

I didn’t question it, eager to finish my report and find Lucia.

I had brought her favorite pastries from the city.

"Then I’ll go to her," I said, nodding at Nixon before turning to leave.

He fell into step beside me, catching my questioning look with a grin. "I’ll come with you.

You just got back, and you’re already rushing off to see the Alpha. No time to check in on your favorite Gamma?"

Normally, I would have indulged his playful complaints. Among the younger members, Nixon and Lucia were the ones I tolerated most.

A small smile tugged at my lips as I reached into my bag and pulled out a sleek combat knife.

"I picked this up while I was away. It’s high-grade steel—should come in handy if you ever get into trouble."

Nixon’s eyes lit up as he took the