Rejected Luna's Silent Vengeance

That evening, Celine once again seized the opportunity when Thea wasn’t paying attention and secretly grabbed her phone, making a video call to Xavier.

When the call connected, she enthusiastically shouted, "Alpha!"

But it was Addilyn who answered.

Addilyn warmly greeted Celine through the screen, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Hey there, Celine."

Celine’s expression turned serious, her small brows furrowing as she asked, "Who are you? Why do you have my dad’s phone?"

With a cheerful grin, Addilyn replied, "I’m your dad’s—"

"Celine!" Thea suddenly interrupted, her voice sharp and commanding, cutting Addilyn off mid-sentence. She swiftly took the phone from her daughter’s grasp, her fingers trembling slightly as she ended the call abruptly. Startled, Celine burst into tears, her tiny body shaking with sobs.

Feeling both guilty and heartbroken, Thea knelt down and gathered her daughter into her arms. "I’m sorry, sweetie," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It was Mommy’s fault for scaring you. I’m really sorry."

Celine cried throughout the evening, her small hands clutching Thea’s shirt tightly as if afraid her mother might disappear. Eventually, she fell asleep in Thea’s arms, her breath hitching occasionally as dreams claimed her.

Watching her daughter’s innocent face, Thea felt too distressed to sleep. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, sorrow, and a deep, aching regret. She reached for her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen before she tapped into Instagram.

Addilyn’s latest post stared back at her.

"Happy one-year anniversary, Alpha Ford! Thanks for your love and companionship. I’m so happy and looking forward to our family of three. Love you~"

Thea’s chest tightened as she tapped on the photo that accompanied the post.

In the picture, Xavier’s large, muscular frame loomed protectively over Addilyn, his Alpha aura palpable even through the screen. His hand held hers, and on her ring finger was a massive diamond ring, its brilliance mocking Thea’s memories.

Thea remembered when she and Xavier had shared those blissfully happy moments.

When their pack had secured its first major alliance, Xavier had taken her to a jewelry store, insisting on buying her a ring worthy of his Luna. Thea had protested, thinking of the pack’s resources, and settled for a modest ring with a small diamond.

That day, they had walked out of the store, hand in hand, Thea lifting her ring-clad hand towards the rising moon, watching the small diamond sparkle under its light. Even then, it had felt magical.

Xavier had held both her hands tightly, his Alpha tone softening as he promised, "Thea, I’ll give you a good life. You’ll never regret choosing me as your mate."

But Xavier, you’ve broken your promise.

Thea’s wolf stirred within her, a low growl of pain and betrayal echoing in her mind. She clenched her jaw, forcing the emotions down. She couldn’t let it consume her—not now, not when Celine needed her.

She glanced at her daughter’s sleeping form, her heart aching with a fierce protectiveness. She would be strong—for Celine, for herself. The Moon Goddess had tested her, but she would not falter.

Yet, as she lay there in the dim light of the den, the weight of Xavier’s broken vow pressed heavily on her chest, a reminder of the life they had once built—and the life he had shattered.