When My Alpha Chose Her, I Transformed

I could feel every eye in the Grand Hall boring into me as Damon strode through the massive double doors. The Annual Alpha Summit had always been a display of power, but this year, it felt like a stage for my humiliation.

My husband, the mighty Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, moved with practiced authority. His broad shoulders were draped in a tailored charcoal suit that emphasized his imposing physique. The crowd parted before him like water breaking against stone. Behind him walked Seraphina, her crimson dress clinging to her curves, her chin lifted in triumph.

I followed several paces behind, as was expected of a Luna who had fallen from favor. The whispers reached my ears despite attempts at discretion.

"That's her—the Luna without a wolf."

"Twelve years and still no heirs..."

"I heard he's already chosen another."

The center of the hall had been arranged in a circle, with thrones for each territory's Alpha. As we approached our designated seats, Damon suddenly stopped and turned. His golden eyes, cold as winter frost, locked onto mine.

"Kneel," he commanded, his Alpha tone reverberating through the hall.

The word hit me like a physical blow. My knees buckled involuntarily as his power washed over me. I fought it, muscles straining against the invisible weight of his command.

"I said, kneel before your Alpha."

This time, his voice carried an edge that sliced through my resistance. My body betrayed me, folding until my knees touched the cold marble floor. The silence in the hall was absolute, broken only by Seraphina's soft, satisfied chuckle.

"A proper display of respect," Damon announced to the assembled pack leaders, "is essential, even from one's Luna."

The humiliation burned through me like acid. I kept my eyes downcast, not out of submission, but to hide the tears threatening to spill. Father had always told me that true strength wasn't in dominance but in dignity. I clung to that thought as I knelt before the mate who had once sworn to cherish me.

After what felt like an eternity, Damon continued to his seat, leaving me to rise on my own. No hand offered in assistance, no acknowledgment of my presence. Just the weight of dozens of pitying glances as I composed myself and took my place in the smaller chair beside his throne.

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Hours later, I slipped away from the formal reception, desperate for a moment alone. The corridor outside the main hall was mercifully empty, dimly lit by wall sconces that cast long shadows across the ornate carpet. I leaned against the cool stone wall, drawing deep breaths to steady myself.

"Running away so soon?"

I startled at Seraphina's voice, sharp as a blade in the quiet corridor. She emerged from the shadows, her wolf's eyes reflecting the low light with an eerie glow.

"I needed some air," I replied, straightening my spine despite the exhaustion weighing on me.

Seraphina's lips curled into a predatory smile as she moved closer, backing me against the