The Rejected Luna Returns as the Rival Alpha’s Mate

My pup, Elian, died because my Alpha mate, Malven Wolfsbane, cut off my moon-accounts. Not because our pack was poor—but because his favored she-wolf whispered poison into his ear. He was busy soothing her pup’s fabricated belly pain beneath the healer’s lamps.

I called from the Moonfang Infirmary, blood-moon light flickering over white stone.

“Malven… please,” I begged through the crystal link. “He’s dying.”

“Viora, stop this nonsense,” he snapped. “Ryke is crying in pain. If you summon me again, I’ll invoke the severance rite. Deal with it yourself.”

The link shattered.