The Unloved Luna's Revenge Alpha, We're Over!

For eight years as Luna, I swallowed my pride, doing everything I could to please Alpha James and his parents. All I wanted was to save our bond. Yet he refused to Mark me. I thought carrying his pup would finally make him settle down. Instead, at the very mate ceremony he promised would make things right, he pulled Lily into his arms—she was wearing a wedding dress—and kissed her like his life depended on it. I bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood, my heart twisting in agony. Right then, I was done enduring it. Why was I always the one who had to sacrifice? Because of what I said, Lily’s face turned paper-white. She swayed, collapsing directly into Alpha James’s arms. "Jamie… it hurts so much. Is my anxiety coming back?" James’s expression morphed into pure panic. He scooped Lily up and sprinted out of the hall, throwing venomous words over his shoulder: "Emily Carter, you jealous bitch! If anything happens to Lily, I’ll make you pay!" James’s father, Elder Alpha Robert, his mother, Elder Luna Margaret, and my own father, Beta David, couldn't stop him. Cameras flashed relentlessly. The officiant stood frozen beside me in utter embarrassment. Beta David stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. "Useless disappointment! You can't even keep your own Alpha under control!" With that, he told me to figure it out myself and stormed off. Elder Luna Margaret glared at me, her eyes arctic. "Emmy, I’m not scolding you without reason, but why throw a tantrum in front of everyone? You ran Jamie off, and now the entire pack is laughing at us!" To her, marrying an Alpha meant swallowing every ounce of pain and keeping your mouth shut. You never humiliated your Alpha in public. How laughable. No matter how broken I felt inside, I had never once thought of betraying the pack. I just couldn't understand why, after giving everything I had, I couldn't even earn basic respect. The guests dispersed. Clutching the heavy skirt of my wedding dress, I stepped outside and watched the cars drive away one by one. Lightning ripped through the sky, followed by a violent downpour. Behind me lay an empty, ruined reception. Only after the pack elders drove off did Beta David’s car pull up in front of me. The rear window rolled down, revealing his grim scowl. The ache in my chest surged instantly. Swallowing the burning lump in my throat, I choked out, "Dad." Just as I reached for the handle, the distinct click of the door locking echoed through the rain. I froze in shock. Beta David warned me furiously, "Emily Carter, your mother gave her life to secure this match. Go reflect on your behavior and find a way to win Jamie back." "You're carrying an Alpha's pup. Lily will never beat you on that front." I stared at him in disbelief. "Dad, what are you saying?" He didn't answer. He signaled his driver. The window rolled up, and the car sped into the night. Muddy water splashed across the hem of my white gown. Watching the taillights vanish, my tears finally spilled over. The venue was in the middle of our pack's remote territory. There was no cell signal, and not a single cab in sight. I borrowed an umbrella from a server, unable to miss the pity in her eyes. Holding the umbrella, lifting my soaked dress, I stumbled down the winding mountain road in high heels. The driving rain soaked me to the bone. Every step was agonizing. My heels were rubbed raw, bleeding into my shoes. Halfway down the mountain, my phone finally caught a signal. A dozen missed calls popped up. All from Alpha James. Along with a text demanding why I couldn't just accept Lily, claiming he only saw her as a little sister. It was pathetic. James and I grew up together. Lily was just an ordinary wolf in the pack, bullied constantly back at the pack academy. I felt sorry for her and stood up for her a few times. When I was eighteen, James came over to my house. During a sudden rogue attack, my mother, Grace Carter, used the last ounce of her strength to shield James, suffering fatal wounds in the process. Her dying words were, "Jamie, take care of Emmy." We were betrothed, and he swore he would cherish me. Later, Lily used the excuse of thanking me for my past kindness to worm her way between James and me. Until she completely stole his heart. The man who once promised to protect me found someone else he wanted to protect far more.Before I could clear my head, my phone buzzed with a video notification. It was from Lily. In the clip, Alpha James cradled Lily in his arms, his eyes rimmed with red as he pressed frantic kisses to her forehead, pleading: "Lily, please, you have to be okay." A dull ache clamped down on my chest. I remembered when I was ambushed by rogues along the pack border. My legs were shredded, torn into bloody ribbons. I collapsed in the snow and was hauled back to the Healer clinic by the patrol squad. When I woke up, I begged the Healer to call James. He had only said through the phone, cold as ice, "You're not dead, so why are you calling? Am I a Healer? Can I magically fix you?" I lay in that clinic bed for three days, and James never once showed up. Only later did I find out that Lily had argued with him that day and sprained her ankle falling down the stairs. He had redirected all his guilt and rage onto me. I took a deep, shuddering breath, a bitter smirk tugging at my lips. It took me eight years to finally wake up to the truth: I had wasted eight years on an Alpha who wasn't worth a single second. Reaching the bottom of the hill, I prepared to call a ride when James’s name flashed on my screen. The moment I picked up, a tirade blasted through the speaker. He roared, "Emily Carter, you scared Lily so badly she had an anxiety attack! Get over here right now and apologize!" I struggled to keep the umbrella upright against the howling wind. "I'm still at the hotel." Thunder cracked overhead, and the rain poured harder. James paused, a hint of tension creeping into his voice. "You're alone at the hotel? They didn't take you back? Where are the pack guards?" "Forget it, I'm coming to get—" Before he could finish, Lily’s tearful voice drifted through the line. "Jamie, is Emmy still mad at me? It's all my fault…" "I just love you so much. I know my bloodline can't compare to hers…" James immediately softened, rushing to comfort her. Seconds later, his rage flared through the speaker again. "Emily, what the hell are you pouting about? You have to make a huge deal out of nothing! If you could just be a little more generous, I wouldn't have to—" The very last shred of love I had for him evaporated. I let out a dry, bitter laugh, cutting him off. "Alpha James, let's end this." "I'm not apologizing to Lily. I'm stepping down as Luna. The spot is all hers." If they were so madly in love, I would step aside. Back then, he was the one who swore he would protect me for life, who promised he would love me forever. That was why I chose him without hesitation. Why couldn't he keep his own heart in check? I hung up and hailed a cab. When the driver asked where to go, I didn't hesitate. "Take me to the Healer clinic." Rain lashed against the car window. The numbness in my chest slowly receded, replaced by icy clarity. Walking into the clinic in a soaked wedding gown drew immediate stares. A nurse hurried over, asking if I needed emergency help. I gave her a weary smile. "Can you check me in? I need an appointment… for an abortion." The nurse froze, her eyes instantly softening with pity. While settling the payment, I caught sight of James and Lily down the hallway. They didn't notice me. Their voices drifted clearly toward my corner. James spoke in a low, harsh tone: "Lily, Emily was wrong today, and she will apologize to you!" "She’s spent the last eight years with me—nobody else will ever want her. If she still wants to be Luna, she’ll fall in line and do what she’s told." I stood motionless in the shadow of the corridor. I thought after everything that happened today, my heart was dead. Turns out, it could still sting. Lying on the examination table, looking at the tiny flicker on the ultrasound screen, a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. The Healer looked at me gently. "The pup is healthy. Are you absolutely sure you don't want to keep it?" "You can still discuss this with the father." Remembering the sneer on James’s face, I clenched my teeth. "No need."The Healer gave me a herbal brew to stop the bleeding and applied soothing salves to my wounds. After resting in the recovery room for half a day, I headed back. The house was dead silent. Evidently, Alpha James had spent the entire time playing doting mate at Lily’s bedside. Right on cue, a notification buzzed on my phone. A video from Lily. James was wearing an apron, stirring a pot of soup over the stove. Lily wrote: *Emily Carter, so what if you had a mate ceremony with Jamie? I'm the only one he truly loves.* I scoffed. She sent a flurry of intimate photos right after. I clicked onto her Instagram. Over the past few days, she had posted constantly—showing off how the revered Pack Alpha catered to her every whim. The comments were flooded with pack members gushing over how blessed she was. I screenshot every piece of evidence, saved them to the cloud, and blocked her. Then I packed my bags and checked into a quiet hotel. I ran a hot bath and collapsed onto the bed, physically and emotionally drained. For the next few days, I stayed inside, letting my body recover. During that time, Beta David blew up my phone. When he realized I wasn't with James, he exploded into a rage. "If you don't grovel and make Jamie happy, you're no daughter of mine!" I said calmly, "I'm never getting back together with him." I hung up and blocked him, too. When I finally returned to the pack house, the other wolves looked at me with strange, awkward expressions. A young wolf assigned by Beta David hurried over, whispering, "Emily, social media is blowing up! None of us knew you and Alpha James were actual mates…" "Everyone thought Lily was going to be the Luna." I pulled out my phone and checked the headlines. Trending at number one: *[Pack Alpha Abandons Luna at the Altar!]* I skimmed the article. The media had leaked footage from the mate ceremony, spinning a scandalous story about an Alpha ditching his bride for his mistress. The pack’s businesses and border alliances were already taking a financial hit. Right then, James’s call came through. "Emily Carter, fix the media mess right now! What the hell have you been doing all week?!" Swallowing the chill in my throat, I replied flatly, "These matters belong to the Alpha. Handle them yourself." In the past, I would have cleaned up his scandals without a word of complaint. But my heart was dead now. What reason did I have to save him? That evening, James was surprisingly waiting outside the pack hall. He grabbed my arm and shoved me into the passenger seat of his car before I could pull away. "What kind of tantrum are you still throwing? Lily almost lost her life and she’s not even holding a grudge, yet you’re still acting petty?" "You're thirty years old! Who runs away from home at your age?" "Whatever. I'm taking you to your favorite steakhouse. Drop the attitude." He tossed a velvet jewelry box into my lap. Inside was a diamond butterfly brooch. The price tag was still attached, boasting a glaring six-figure sum. It brought back memories. Whenever we fought in the past, James would buy me gifts, cook me dinner, or give me a bucket list of things he’d take me to do. Now, his efforts were nothing more than lazy transactions. Slapping a price tag on his guilt and expecting me to accept it with gratitude. Ignoring his arrogant *you-should-know-better* smirk, I tossed the box onto the dashboard. "I don't want it. Give it to Lily." "She’s already wearing yesterday's ring on her finger. What’s one more piece of jewelry?" James’s expression hardened instantly. I pressed on, "Also, I'm not throwing a tantrum. I’ve made up my mind. Since you two are so desperate to be together, I'll vacate the Luna title. Find some time so we can sign the paperwork and finish this." How ironic. When we first registered our union, James used his busy pack schedule as an excuse to dodge holding a proper mate ceremony. I told him I didn't mind. Until one night at a pack gathering, I overheard him holding Lily in his arms, boasting to his inner circle: "I fell out of love with Emily Carter years ago." "Her mother saved my life, and her father is our Beta. Giving her the Luna title is more than enough compensation." "My heart belongs solely to Lily." The crowd cheered as they shared a deep kiss. Outside the door, my heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds. Our entire marriage was a calculation, an act of charity, a hollow gesture of pity. Now, I didn't want it anymore. I didn't need it.James’s eyes flushed crimson with fury. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, snarling: "Emily Carter, are you threatening me?" "You spent years sucking up to my parents like an obedient lapdog, scheming to get knocked up with my pup—and now you're telling me you don't want to be Luna?" "So the mate ceremony got delayed! Can't we just hold another one later? I already gave you my name, while Lily has nothing! How much longer are you going to drag this out?!" He always accused me of using dirty tricks to get pregnant. He conveniently forgot that he was the one who got drunk, pulled me into bed, and slurred that if I wanted security, I needed to give him an heir. One reckless night was all it took. And then he regretted it. He leaned on the horn, the sharp blare echoing into the night. In the past, this was the point where I would break down, crying and begging for his forgiveness. Desperately begging him to stop being angry. Now, it just felt exhausting. James drove with his jaw clenched, waiting for the apology that never came, sneaking baffled glances at me. I just leaned my head against the cool window, eyes closed. "Emmy." James called out awkwardly. I ignored him completely. Just as we neared the restaurant, his phone rang. Lily’s name lit up the dashboard screen. Her sweet, trembling voice filtered through: "Jamie, the power went out at my place. I'm so scared all by myself… I feel like eyes are watching me in the dark. Am I going to die…?" I was sick of this routine. Anyone with a working brain could tell Lily was faking, but James was blind enough to fall for it every single time. Before he could speak, I said, "Pull over. Go to her." James slammed the brakes, staring at me in confusion. "You're not jealous? You're not going to beg me to stay?" I let out a cold smirk. Whenever James rushed off to see Lily in the past, I would throw a fit. And James would call me filthy-minded, small, and pathetic. He would tell me to learn from Lily, to be gentle and kind like her. I grabbed my purse and reached for the door handle. As I swung it open, James caught my wrist in a vice grip. "Emmy, I'll just check in on her and come right back…" "Wait for me at home. I promise you, the Luna title will only ever be yours…" I cut him off. "Alpha, you'd better hurry. That poor girl needs her hero, and she called you first. Don't keep her waiting." His grip tightened. "Stop being jealous—" I yanked my arm free and smiled coldly. "I'm not jealous." I shut the door, hailed another cab, and headed straight back to the hotel. After eating dinner, I fell into a deep sleep. Hours later, my phone jarred me awake. James’s hesitant voice came through: "Emmy, Lily really can't be left alone right now. Eat dinner without me, don't wait up." I yawned. "Already ate." James choked on his words, his tone turning instantly defensive. "Did you do that on purpose?" I scoffed, hung up, and went right back to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to over a dozen missed calls and a threatening text from him. *[Emily Carter, you want to play games with me? Fine. Just don't come crying when you regret it!]* I didn't care what he meant. Until I walked into the pack council hall and found Lily sitting at my desk, handling high-level pack affairs while my own authority was stripped and handed over to her. Then I understood. Lily strutted around the office, flaunting her new status. I treated her like a circus clown. James came by every afternoon to take her out to fancy lunches, showering her with gifts. Whenever his gaze landed on me, it was dripping with venom and resentment. Childish idiot. The media scandal continued to escalate online, and the pack’s public relations team remained dead silent. Two days later, James cornered me in the hallway. "You're coming with me to the Pack Assembly next Monday to clear Lily's name." "You're going to tell the media that Lily was never the other woman." "You'll tell them that you were the one who got between us years ago, and that you forced me to marry you by getting pregnant."