Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

The autumn equinox ceremony should have been a celebration of balance, of the pack coming together under the Moon Goddess's blessing. Instead, I stood frozen in the doorway of Demetrius's Alpha office, watching my world tilt off its axis.

Aliana Pierce had returned.

She threw herself into Demetrius's arms with theatrical desperation, her perfectly styled auburn hair catching the afternoon light streaming through his office windows. "I'm finally home," she breathed against his chest, her voice carrying that same honeyed tone I remembered from our school days—sweet on the surface, poisonous underneath.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I waited for Demetrius to push her away, to remind her that he had a mate. That I was his mate. Instead, his hands hovered awkwardly before settling on her back in what could only be described as a pat. Not the firm rejection I'd expected. Not the protection I deserved.

"Aliana," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "It's been a long time."

She pulled back just enough to gaze up at him with those wide green eyes that had always gotten her whatever she wanted. "Too long. I should never have left, Demetrius. I should have stayed and fought for—"

"Rebecca." Demetrius's voice cut through her words as he finally noticed me standing there. His expression shifted, guilt flickering across his features before settling into something more guarded. "I didn't hear you come in."

Aliana turned then, and when her gaze landed on me, her lips curved into a smile that never reached her eyes. "Rebecca Shaw. Still here, I see."

The way she said my name, like it tasted bitter on her tongue, sent ice through my veins. But I lifted my chin, drawing on three years of supporting Demetrius through pack politics to keep my voice steady. "Aliana. Welcome back to Shadowmoon territory."

"Oh, it's so good to be home," she purred, moving closer to Demetrius again. Her hand found his arm, fingers trailing along the fabric of his shirt with casual familiarity. "I have so much to catch up on. So much to... discuss."

The possessive way she touched him, the way she angled her body to partially block me from his view—it was all calculated. All deliberate. And the worst part was how Demetrius didn't step away from her touch.

"Perhaps we should continue this conversation later," I said, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. "I'm sure Aliana needs time to settle in after her journey."

"Actually," Aliana's smile sharpened, "I was hoping to attend tonight's welcome dinner. If that's alright with you, Alpha." She emphasized his title, her voice dropping to a more intimate register.

Demetrius nodded, not meeting my eyes. "Of course. You're pack. You'll always have a place at our table."

Our table. The table where I'd sat at his right hand for three years, supporting his decisions, helping him navigate the complex web of pack alliances. The table where I'd never been formally acknowledged as his Luna, despite the mate bond