The Beta’s Betrayal and the Luna Who Walked Away

After being dropped by one hundred international corporations, my soon-to-be-ex mate, Shawn Russell, the Beta of our pack, started to suspect something was off when he was visiting his young assistant's parents.

He quickly called Taylor, a Gamma in our pack: “Dahlia found out about my fake mate bond story with Rosalina, and she didn’t make a fuss?”

Taylor was puzzled: “Don’t you remember? You signed Dahlia’s resignation yourself, and she left a mate bond dissolution agreement behind when she left.”

The color drained from Shawn’s face as he remembered sneaking away to the countryside with Rosalina Wallace, the Omega he’d been flaunting in front of the pack.

On the pack’s communal mind link, my normally detached mate was showing off his ability to speak eighteen languages to impress distant relatives. The caption read, “Translator mate shows off his talents in front of the family!”

I liked and commented: “A perfect match.”

Shawn called immediately, his voice laced with irritation:

“Who gave you permission to post that comment? How is Rosalina supposed to manage this at work now?”

“She’s ridiculed back home; as her manager, it’s normal for me to support her. If you keep causing drama and embarrassing me, we might as well end this!”

I smirked and hung up, keen on keeping up this act.

I glanced at the calendar; just two days until the mate bond dissolution waiting period ends.

It was the first time I'd hung up on Shawn. During our five-year bond, he always relied on my love for him to force me into compromise. Any hesitation on my part, and he wouldn’t let it go.

Sure enough, right after hanging up, Shawn called again. Without hesitation, I rejected his call and proceeded to block him on all social media platforms.

After glancing at the pair of tickets I’d just acquired, I asked the young Omega ticket seller,

“Can I swap these for a single ticket?”

The girl looked puzzled, “The pair of tickets has a great discount. Is your friend not coming?”

I smiled and replied, “He can’t make it; he just ‘kicked the bucket’.”

The ticket seller was momentarily stunned, looked at me with a mix of sympathy and curiosity, and exchanged the ticket.

While scrolling through the pack’s mind link, I came across a message from Rosalina in the work group:

“Intern Rosalina @everyone: The post was just a joke, and I’m grateful for Beta Shawn’s understanding. If it offended anyone, my apologies.”

Offended anyone? This passive-aggressive apology was clearly aimed at getting under my skin!

I scoffed.

I was about to put down my phone when I saw Shawn respond immediately:

“Everyone knew it was just a joke. It’s good for you young folks to keep things lively, no need to apologize. Only a killjoy would be offended.”

With the Beta backing Rosalina, pack members were no longer quiet, jumping in to agree:

“Yeah, those posts were just jokes. We wouldn’t take them seriously; no need for a special apology.”

“Thanks