Alpha's Regret: My Rejected Luna Has A Son

Sophie’s POV

"Mrs. Vemal, take a look at these photos."

The young woman standing in front of me scattered the pictures across the floor. My gaze swept over them, landing on Elijah's face, so devastatingly handsome that my wolf, Novella, trembled every time I saw it. But those honey-sweet eyes weren't looking at me. They were fixed adoringly on the woman in his arms. On the crowded dance floor of a bar. In the passenger seat of a speeding sports car. In front of a hotel room's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Their heads were close, as if they might kiss at any moment. The intimate poses looked like something from a magazine cover, dripping with heat and pheromones.

"You should recognize the man in these photos with me." The woman's crimson-painted lips moved like a garish wound, spitting out words sharp as blades, trying to pierce my heart.

But surprisingly, my bleeding heart had grown too numb to feel much pain anymore.

"I do," I said. My voice came out so calm it startled even me. "That's my mate.”

The woman's smile widened. "Good. Since you can see clearly, I'll be blunt. He's betrayed you, and he chose me. An Omega like you doesn't deserve to be his Luna."

Doesn't deserve to be Luna.

Such a familiar accusation.

I lifted my head and met her eyes. Beneath her smug confidence, I saw nothing but contempt for me.

That look. I knew it too well. From the very first day I married into the Vemal pack, everyone had looked at me exactly that way. Everyone except Elijah.

I thought back to six months ago, when things between us hadn’t been so cold. After he'd chased off the pack members who'd been harassing me because of my status, he turned to me.

"Listen, Sophie." His expression was stern, his tone cold as ice, but the fingers wiping tears from my cheeks were unexpectedly warm. "Don't think being an Omega means you have to let them walk all over you. Don't let anyone else dictate how you live your life. You have every right to decide what you do. When you need to say no, say it loud enough for them to hear."

"What if they hit me?" I had asked through my tears.

Elijah's hand had paused for a moment. Then he had said firmly, "Then call my name. Call me, and I'll come protect you."

Now, standing before me, this young woman was saying almost the exact same words those bullies had said back then. But this time, Elijah wouldn't appear to defend me. This time, he was the one sending these women to my door.

"You're the third one this month," I murmured.

The woman didn't catch it. "What?"

"I said you're the third woman this month who's come to me hoping to replace me as Luna." I stood, the black silk of my gown swaying with my movement. I stepped toward her, and she backed away. "The one before you was a model. Before her, his secretary. They all came with photos, even videos. They all said the same things."

Words like curses. Words like daggers. Every single one. Elijah's revenge against me.

I stopped walking. "So you're nothing special."

"Everyone knows the Vemal pack's Alpha is a notorious playboy now. His flings are as countless as the stars, and every one of them thinks she's special. But none of them are."

Because I knew the truth. He didn't love any of them.

The old Elijah would never have done something like this. He was the Vemal pack's most powerful and brilliant heir. Everyone had high expectations for him, and he had never disappointed anyone. Until the day Leah died.

His heart and soul had sunk into the ocean with her. He would never love another woman besides Leah. Everything he had become was just to torment me, to humiliate me; punishment for the wicked mate who had killed the girl he loved.

Even though I had told him again and again through my tears that I hadn't pushed Leah into the sea. That I wasn't the traitor who had conspired with hunters and betrayed the pack.

"I'm pregnant with his child!" the woman shrieked.

That was probably her trump card. But I couldn't help doubling over with laughter. The clear, bell-like sound of it only enraged her more. She grew even more hysterical.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You think I'd believe that?" I wiped the moisture from the corner of my eye and tasted it. Bitter. "Do you have any idea how powerful Lycan bloodlines are? So powerful they're nearly impossible to continue."

I went on. "Every generation of the Vemalal pack has only one heir, not because they don't want more. To conceive a Lycan's offspring more easily requires a fated mate, a permanent mark under the full moon, and complete bonding of both partners' pheromones. Which of those conditions do you meet?"

"I'm his fated mate!" the woman declared with conviction. "From the moment I first saw him, I knew. Just touching his hand made me....."

"Made your heart race? Your pheromones surge? Made the whole world suddenly seem brighter?" I finished her sentence and kept going. "Your wolf howled inside you. It wanted to squirm in his arms like a pup. You wanted to press your thighs together, bow your head, and worship his fingers and lips?"

The woman stared at me, dumbfounded. Her face went pale. She was smart enough to realize the truth.

I slowly curved my lips. There was no mirror here, so I couldn't see my own face. But I knew my smile must have looked terrible.

"You can't be his fated mate. Because I am Elijah Vemal's one and only destined mate."

The woman stumbled away in terror. I watched through the window as she fled through the Pack House gates.

The spine I had forced myself to hold straight finally gave way under the weight of everything, and a sudden wave of nausea hit me hard. My stomach churned as if I'd swallowed silver, acid surging toward my throat. I gripped the cold windowsill, dry heaving violently.

D*mn it.

My head buzzed. This had been happening a lot lately, every time my emotions ran high, my body reacted badly.

I must have been exhausted from dealing with this endless stream of "visitors." But I couldn't rest yet. Not now.

"Luna, may I come in?"

Lizzie's voice came from outside the door. After I let her in, she curtsied and reported, "Luna, one of the Elders has requested to see you. He's waiting in the study."

Here we go. I bit my lip softly. This was today's truly difficult "visitor."

Because there was only one Elder who would ask to see me at a time like this; Elijah's father, the former Alpha of the Vemal pack.

"Tell him I'll be right there." I smoothed my gown, hoping I could present a better appearance when I faced him.

Lizzie lingered. She was the only one whose kindness toward me hadn't changed after everything. She looked at me with concern. "Luna, you look terrible. Are you sure you're all right? Should I ask the Alpha to come back and stay with you? Or should we call a doctor?"

Ask Elijah to come back? I almost laughed out loud. He was probably in some woman's bed right now. Why would he come back for a "murderer" and "traitor" like me?

I should be grateful he hadn't snapped my neck himself, shouldn't I?

"That won't be necessary," I said and shook my head. "He has more important things to attend to."

Lizzie sighed but said nothing more.

Sophie's POV

I met Alfred Vemal in the study.

The aging wolf's teeth were no longer sharp, and his meticulously combed hair had gone completely gray, but he still radiated the commanding presence of an Alpha.

Before, his mere presence made me afraid. My Omega instincts always urged me to submit. But now I could force myself to stay composed, not out of courage, but out of habit.

Ever since I had become a suspect six months ago, my movements had been restricted to the mansion. Everywhere I went, I felt those watchful eyes. The constant suspicion was far more suffocating than the old Alpha's disapproval.

"Sophie, we need to talk."

Alfred delivered his opening line, and I already knew what was coming; another lecture about my "failures."

"Tell me, how long have you been Elijah's Luna?"

"A year and a half," I answered.

"Yes, a year and a half. Almost two years." Alfred's voice held no warmth.

"Do you know what tha