After My Alpha Abandoned Me, I Saved Another Pack’s Heir

The guards' grip on my arms was bruising as they dragged me through the packhouse corridors. My Luna robes—the silver-threaded garments that had marked my position for years—were ripped from my body, leaving me in just a thin shift dress.

"Alpha's orders," the senior guard muttered, unable to meet my eyes. "You're to be relocated to the Omega quarters."

The Omega quarters. Where the lowest-ranked pack members lived. Where those who had failed their duties or lacked an inner wolf were sent to live out their days in servitude.

"Creed can't do this," I whispered, my voice still raw from the mate rejection ceremony. "I built this pack alongside him."

The guard's jaw tightened. "Alpha Creed says you're a liability now. The pack needs stability."

They shoved me through a narrow door at the far end of the packhouse, into a room barely larger than a closet. A thin mattress lay on the floor, stained with what looked like old wine. The single window was cracked, letting in a bitter draft.

"Your new home," the guard said, dropping a rough gray tunic on the floor. "Be grateful he didn't cast you out entirely."

The door slammed shut behind him.

I sank to my knees, the reality crashing down around me. Just yesterday, I'd been Luna—second-in-command, respected, needed. Now I was nothing.

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"Avayah! The kitchen needs ten more plates for dinner service!"

"Avayah! Everly wants fresh flowers in the Luna suite!"

"Avayah! Creed's boots need polishing!"

A month passed in a blur of servitude and humiliation. I scrubbed floors that I'd once walked across as Luna, served meals to wolves who'd once bowed to me, and endured Everly's smug smiles as she paraded around in my former role.

The pack members avoided my gaze. Some looked guilty, others simply confused. But none dared question Creed's decision.

I was arranging wine glasses for the evening meal when I heard the commotion from the dining hall.

"Everyone gather round!" Everly's voice rang out, sweet as poisoned honey. "I have wonderful news!"

I froze, my hands trembling around the delicate crystal.

Creed stood beside her at the head of the long table, his hand possessively on her waist. The fresh mark on her neck—his claim—was still red and raw.

"Today marks a new chapter for Ironclaw Pack," Everly announced, her eyes finding mine across the room. "The Moon Goddess has blessed us with a miracle."

She placed a hand over her stomach, her lips curving into a triumphant smile.

"I'm carrying Alpha Creed's heir."

The room erupted in cheers and howls of celebration. Creed beamed, lifting Everly into his arms as if she'd already given him a son.

"The future Alpha of Ironclaw!" he shouted, his voice thick with pride.

I stood frozen, the wine bottle slipping from my fingers. It shattered on the floor, red liquid splashing across my gray Omega tunic.

"Clean that up," Everly said loudly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "And then bring us wine to celebrate. The good stuff from the cellar."

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"Darling, I've been thinking," Everly purred, lounging on what had once been my bed. "That old cave on the northern border—it's such an eyesore."

I was changing the sheets—another of my new duties—when she spoke. The Luna suite still held traces of me: the books I'd read, the scent of herbs I'd grown.

"That's the ancestral den of Avayah's family," Creed replied, distracted by paperwork. "It's been there since before we established the pack."

"Exactly!" Everly sat up, her voice hardening slightly. "It's old and ugly. Besides, now that we're expecting, I want to build something beautiful for our pup. A Luna's Garden, right where that cave is."

Creed looked up, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. "Whatever you want, my love."

"The pack traditions—" he began weakly.

"Traditions change," Everly cut him off. "You're Alpha now. You make the rules."

I kept my head down, but inside, Silver howled in anguish. That cave had been my sanctuary since childhood—the last connection to my parents.

"Fine," Creed sighed, reaching for a piece of paper. "I'll sign the demolition order tomorrow."

As I gathered the dirty linens, Everly's hand caught my wrist, her nails digging into my skin.

"You'll supervise the demolition," she whispered, her voice venomous. "I want to make sure every stone of your precious legacy is ground to dust."

The paper rustled as Creed signed his name, sealing not just the fate of the cave, but perhaps mine as well.