The pack saw only what the Alpha had declared. That she was no longer family, no longer worthy. Every morning at the dining hall was the hardest. Attendance was mandatory for all wolves not on guard duty, which meant she could not escape the public eye. After collecting her food, she always sat alone at the far end of the long hall.
Once, her presence in the Beta family’s circle had given her a place of honor near the front. Now, the benches around her remained empty, as though she carried a sickness they might catch by sitting near her. Her solitude was a spectacle in itself. Whispers grew louder when she walked past, laughter followed her like a shadow, and eyes-judging, pitying, or cruel-never left her back. She kept her head high, even as her heart ached, refusing to let them see her break.
That morning, as the hall filled with chatter, the atmosphere shifted the moment the Alpha and Beta families entered. All eyes turned toward them with admiration and respect, the noise fading into greetings and bows. Smiles blossomed across faces like flowers seeking the sun. That was the power of their presence. The respect and loyalty Elaine had once been part of are now denied her.
As always, the families moved through the hall, exchanging morning greetings with their pack. When they reached her, Elaine forced herself to her feet, her tray of food untouched before her. She lowered her head, exposed her neck, and spoke with a steady voice that belied the storm in her chest. “Alpha, Luna, Beta, Ms. Lucille… good morning.”
Her throat tightened as she added the final greeting, her voice soft but firm. “Future Alpha and Luna, good morning to you as well.” It was a ritual now, this forced display of respect. One more chain binds her. Lucille’s eyes found hers, filled with sorrow that words could not express.
The older woman’s hands trembled as if she wanted to reach out, to pull her daughter into her arms and whisper comfort like she once did. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. The eyes of the pack were watching, and in their eyes, Elaine was no longer her daughter. She was only another wolf.
The Alpha gave her a curt nod, his expression unreadable. “Good morning, Elaine,” said Kathy-future Luna, her sister in blood but no longer in name. She smiled softly, as if trying to remind Elaine that, deep in her heart, the bond of sisters still lingered. Elaine’s lips curved faintly, but her words were devoid of warmth. “Good morning to you as well, future Luna.”
The title was a dagger. She will never call her “sister”. She is not a family member. She is nothing but a reminder of her pain, of her ripped bond from her fated mate. The group moved on to their seats, their conversation resuming as though nothing had passed.
Not another word was spoken to her. The rest of the day was no better. Her work had become a constant test of her endurance. Once, she reported only to her father, but now she was required to give her updates directly to the Alpha himself, and sometimes to Michael, the future Alpha, who had begun taking on more of his father’s duties. Each interaction was a fresh wound, each report another reminder of what she had lost.
Michael’s future Beta was still away at school and wouldn’t return until next month, so for now, Elaine was forced to fill the gap-forced to serve, forced to pretend. Pretending was the hardest part. Pretending that her heart did not shatter every time she stood before them. Pretending that the whispers didn’t sting. Pretending that the respect she offered came freely, and not because it was demanded of her.
Three weeks of this endless cycle. Three weeks of swallowing her pride and burying her pain so deeply that no one would see. Three weeks of carrying herself with dignity, even as the world around her laughed. And through it all, she had never once disrespected them. Not the Alpha, not the Luna, not even the ones who had taken everything from her.
Her voice never wavered, her posture never faltered. She gave them the respect they demanded, though she knew they had not earned it. It was her last weapon, her last shield. The dignity they could not strip away from her, no matter how hard they tried.
And now, three weeks after that devastating day in the Alpha’s office, Elaine found herself once again in her sanctuary-the waterfall near the border. Its constant roar had been the only companion to her pain, the only place where she could release everything that was crushing her. Here, she didn’t need to pretend. The waterfall had seen her break, seen her sob until her chest ached, heard her voice crack as she screamed out her frustrations to the uncaring wind. It had borne silent witness to her curses, to her whispered questions to the Moon Goddess, to her prayers that never seemed to be answered.
For the past three weeks, the Silverblade Pack had been consumed with preparations for the grand mating ceremony. Excitement hung in the air, contagious and unrelenting, as the entire pack looked forward to celebrating their future Alpha and Luna. Their joy was heightened by the knowledge that the Luna-to-be carried the pack’s future heir. Everyone was eager to see this union, to revel in the promise of strength and prosperity it symbolized. Everyone, except Elaine.
While the pack buzzed with celebration, her heart had been slowly withering. The cruelest part was that she had been given the duty of sending out the invitations to neighboring packs. Day after day, she sealed letters bearing names that should have been hers and Michael’s. Each stroke of ink, each written acknowledgment of the union, was like driving a blade deeper into her chest. When she saw Kathy’s name written beside Michael’s for the first time, Elaine had frozen.
Her eyes could not move away from it. She had felt her soul splinter, her wolf whimpering in agony. But she couldn’t afford to show weakness-not in the pack house, not in front of the very people who had stolen her future. “Are you okay, Elaine?” Luna Beatrice’s voice had broken into her thoughts that day.
The Luna had handed her a fresh stack of invitations to deliver. Standing beside her was Kathy, the future Luna, radiant with pride as she shadowed Beatrice in her training. There was no need to hide anymore. Everyone knew Kathy’s role, and her lessons had become a spectacle that the whole pack quietly admired. Elaine forced herself to meet their eyes, though it was like swallowing glass.
“Of course, Luna,” she answered smoothly, as though her insides weren’t shattering piece by piece. She gestured to the invitations. “I will see that these are delivered to the other packs.” “I’m sorry if this is difficult for you, Elaine.” Kathy said softly, her expression almost sympathetic.
Difficult? Elaine wanted to laugh, to scream, to tell her sister she had no right to apologize for something she had stolen so willingly. But her lips curved into a polite smile instead. “This is part of my duty, Future Luna. There’s nothing to apologize for.”
Her voice carried no tremor, no crack, no hint of the storm raging beneath her calm mask. “Is there anything else you require of me, Luna?” She asked, turning back to Beatrice. The Luna hesitated as if there was more she wished to say, but at that moment the office door opened. Alpha Efrein, Beta Richard, and Michael entered the room, discussing details of the ceremony.
Elaine’s stomach twisted, but she didn’t flinch. It was her responsibility to remain in the room, to take notes, to provide support as they planned the very event that would crush her soul. So she stayed. Silent. Professional.
Her pen moved across the page as they spoke of flowers, rituals, and guests. She answered questions when addressed, her tone perfectly respectful, her face an unreadable mask. But inside, her wolf howled with fury and grief, clawing at her chest, demanding justice. Michael sat only a few feet away, Kathy pressed into his side, his arm protectively draped around her. Every time Elaine’s eyes flicked toward them, she felt another jagged crack in her heart.
That should have been her. It was supposed to be her. “Do you have any suggestions, Elaine?” Luna Beatrice asked suddenly. For a moment, the words didn’t register.
Did she truly expect Elaine to offer advice on the mating ceremony that had been stolen from her? The room fell silent, all eyes turning toward her. Concern flickered in some gazes, pity in others. Elaine’s chest tightened, but she refused to let them see her falter. She inhaled deeply and replied, her voice even, almost detached.
“No, Luna. I don’t have any suggestions.” She had done it. Spoken the words without bitterness, without shaking. She would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.
“I’m sorry, Elaine,” Beatrice said, her brow creasing. “I only wanted to include everyone here. I didn’t mean to be insensitive.” “There’s nothing to apologize for, Luna,” Elaine replied quickly, her tone respectful but firm. “I understand.”
But she could see it in their eyes. They expected her to crumble at any moment. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
She asked, her gaze sweeping across the room. Alpha Efrein looked at her, and she knew before he spoke that whatever words left his mouth would wound her deeper than anything before. His jaw tightened, his tone heavy. “You have to attend the ceremony, Elaine.” The words were a knife.
As if denying her bond with Michael hadn’t been enough, now they wanted her to stand among the crowd, smiling, watching as the man the Goddess had chosen for her bound himself to another. Her heart screamed, but her face remained composed. “Of course, Alpha,” she said steadily. “How do you wish me to act during the ceremony?” The room fell silent.
No one wanted to answer her, yet she forced them to face the cruelty of what they were demanding. Alpha Efrein exhaled slowly, his eyes flickering with something between guilt and resolve. “Just act happy for the new leaders of the pack.” Her lips curved in the faintest smile, brittle and cold. “Of course, Alpha.
If that is all, may I excuse myself?” He gave a curt nod. Elaine bowed respectfully, turned, and walked out of the room. Only when the heavy door closed behind her did she allow her hands to tremble.
The mating ceremony was only seven days away, and already the pack house was bursting with activity. Leaders of neighboring packs had begun to arrive, bringing with them an air of importance and festivity. The Alpha and Luna were constantly at the entrance hall, welcoming each guest with practiced grace, while Michael and Kathy-shining as the picture of a promising future-stood proudly beside them. From her place in the background, Elaine watched it all unfold like a cruel play. She could see the smiles stretched across the Alpha couple’s faces, could hear the pride in their voices as they accepted congratulations from pack after pack.
Each time a leader bowed in respect and praised their “future Alpha and Luna,” Elaine caught the subtle gleam in Michael’s eyes as he introduced Kathy. “My mate, Kathy.” Always those words. Never chosen mate. He never admitted to what she truly was.
Perhaps he thought concealing the truth would protect the pack’s image, or perhaps the pride in his voice was too thick to allow for shame. Either way, Elaine heard it every time, and every time, her chest tightened until she thought her ribs might shatter. “You don’t have to be here, Elaine. I can stay if they need help.” The voice of her mother-no, not mother, she corrected bitterly-Lucille broke into her thoughts.
Elaine turned to find her standing nearby, worry etching her features. “This is the job required of me, Ms. Lucille,” Elaine replied, her tone polite but clipped, her words deliberately formal. Lucille’s lips trembled. “I know how painful this must be for you. And I am sorry that I cannot do anything to ease that pain.”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I am sorry that as your mother, I cannot support or give you comfort.” Elaine turned her head slightly, meeting her gaze with an expression so calm it was almost chilling. “No disrespect, Ms. Lucille, but you do not know how painful this is for me. How could you?”
Her voice was steady, every syllable deliberate. “You have your mate with you. No one has ripped him from your soul while the very family that should have protected you stood by and looked the other way.” Lucille gasped, but Elaine did not stop. Her eyes were clear, void of bitterness, void of warmth, like she was addressing a stranger.
“You are right, Ms. Lucille. As my mother, you gave me nothing. Not supported. Not comfort. The moment you chose duty over your own daughter, you stopped being my mother.”
The words struck like lashes across Lucille’s heart, and she flinched as though each one left a mark. Shame burned her cheeks, but she could not argue. Not when every word Elaine spoke was the truth. She had chosen Kathy. Chosen the child carrying the heir, chosen the pack’s future over her other daughter’s broken soul.
And though her heart ached for Elaine, she did not know how to fix what she had destroyed. At last, her voice trembled, quiet and almost pleading. “You are right, I don’t know the pain you’re enduring. But you can still talk to me, Elaine. I miss our late-night talks.
I miss my daughter. I know you don’t want to stay with us in the pack house, but… we can meet somewhere else, if that would be easier. Or I can come to you.” Her eyes searched Elaine’s, desperate for the smallest sign of hope.
Elaine’s expression did not waver. “Again, no disrespect, Ms. Lucille, but your daughter needs you. Kathy is being mated in a week. She will need her mother’s support. Focus your strength on her.”
She swallowed hard, biting back the words that hovered on the edge of her tongue-and leave me out of it. Lucille’s lips parted, but no sound came. She looked as though she wanted to protest, to insist she could be there for both daughters, but the shame in her eyes betrayed the truth. She had already chosen, and both of them knew it. So Elaine did what she always did.
She stayed. She worked. She smiled when necessary, spoke when spoken to, answered questions with flawless courtesy. To the visiting Alphas and Lunas, she appeared every bit the efficient Beta’s daughter: poised, capable, and professional. But those who truly knew her-those who had watched her light dim over the past three weeks-saw something else.
Not a daughter. Not a sister. Not even a woman in mourning. Just a doll. Hollow.
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