Rejected Luna Reclaims Her Alpha Destiny

The night I found out that Elise, the rogue werewolf, had accepted Joseph Stewart’s proposal, my usually composed and rational mate drank himself into a stupor. Despite the discomfort twisting in my chest, I stayed by his side, tending to him late into the night. As the Luna of the Stewart Pack, it was my duty, even if my heart ached with every moment. He was moved by my care and promised me a proper bonding ceremony, complete with the marking ritual. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to hope—perhaps, after seven long years, he had finally let Elise go. But when I tried on the wedding dress reserved for the ceremony, I discovered he had blocked me from his mate link, cutting off our mental connection.

"I don’t want regrets in my youth. Just say the word, and I’ll come running to you."

Turns out, bonding with me was his regret. Our seven years together meant nothing compared to the brief days he spent with Elise. Now, I have no regrets about my youth.

They say snooping through your mate’s thoughts is bound to hurt. I thought I was the exception, but as I stared at the severed mate link, the truth hit me like a rogue’s claws. Elise’s presence was the only one that lingered in his mind, while my thoughts were silenced, pushed aside like an afterthought. I found it laughably ironic.

I had barely composed myself when Joseph stepped out of the dressing room. Dressed in a pure white tailcoat, the store’s lights cast a soft golden hue over his broad, muscular frame—a stark reminder of his Alpha status. His bow tie fluttered lightly at his throat, like a resting butterfly, pulling at emotions I no longer wished to feel.

He smiled slightly and walked toward me with the confidence of an Alpha ready to claim his Luna. In the past, I would have rushed into his arms, eager for him not to take another step. But the severed mate link made it clear—his Luna was someone else.

"Luna Zhuri, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?" Joseph asked, his deep voice laced with concern that felt hollow now.

I shook my head, forcing a smile. "No, Alpha Joseph. It’s just that the suit looks really nice—I got lost in thought."

Luckily, his attention wasn’t on me. He was enchanted with the suit, admiring himself in the mirror with the pride of an Alpha who knew his worth. Laney, the Omega manager of the pack-run bridal shop, brought out a wedding dress that complemented his suit, her movements quick and deferential.

"Luna Zhuri, here’s your wedding dress. Alpha Joseph reserved it at our bridal shop seven years ago. He truly loves you, having waited all this time," she said, her voice soft but tinged with admiration.

I looked at the mermaid-style gown, adorned with countless sparkling jeweled butterflies along the hem, paired with crystal shoes that surely cost a fortune. Seeing me stare blankly at the