I Refuse to Be His Luna: The Alpha’s Late Regret

---- Chapter 7 (Dominic's POV) The pack members were surprised, but it also made a certain kind of sense. While rejecting a fated mate was a painful, shocking act, Chloe, with her powerful family and pure bloodline, was undeniably a suitable choice for Luna. They began to applaud. "You want to be my Luna, is that right?" Dominic's voice cut through the celebration, flat and empty. He took Chloe's hand in his. It was so cold it made her flinch. Chloe nodded eagerly. "I do, Dominic!

Of course, I do!" "Traditionally, I should now present you with the brooch that symbolizes the Luna's authority," Dominic said. He pulled a velvet box from his pocket and opened it under the crowd's expectant gaze. But inside wasn't a new brooch. He took out the moonstone brooch, the one that was broken in two, and threw it at Chloe's feet. ---- The two pieces clattered to the floor, the sound echoing sharply in the silent hall. "Put it on." Chloe's smile froze. "Alpha, what is this? It's broken..." "You don't want to wear it? Fine. Ceremony's canceled." Dominic turned to leave.

"T'll wear it!" Chloe panicked. She bent down to pick it up, cutting her hand on the sharp edges. Dominic watched her without a trace of the sympathy he once held. When Chloe finally, clumsily, pinned the broken brooch to her dress, as if that meant the ceremony could proceed, Dominic spoke again. "You should know better than anyone why it's broken, shouldn't you?" Chloe stammered, "I... 1 don't know! Did Evelyn say something? Is she trying to frame me? She must have broken it herself!" "Is that so?" A cruel smirk touched Dominic's lips. He pressed a remote in his hand.

---- The large screen behind him, originally intended for celebratory slideshows, flickered to life. It wasn't a festive image, but security footage. The footage showed the inside of the bedroom Chloe had claimed as her own. On screen, Chloe picked up the moonstone brooch with a vicious smile. "As if some worthless Omega deserves this, " she sneered. "She can rot." Then, she slammed the brooch onto the floor. Her eyes darted to the corner, spotting the good luck charm. She scoffed and slipped it into her own bag. The second video began. In this one, Chloe glanced around furtively.

Seeing no one, she pulled a small packet of poison from her purse, poured it into her own drink, and walked over to Evelyn's grandmother. "You must be Evelyn's grandmother. You have the same pathetic scent. I suggest you tell her not to covet what isn't hers. The Alpha's Luna can only be me! Fated mate? What a joke. Who does she think she is?" ---- Evelyn's grandmother flushed with anger. As she began to argue, Chloe suddenly pointed at her and screamed, " What did you do to my drink?!" The werewolves gathered for the ceremony stared, their faces filled with shock and disgust.

Dominic advanced on her, his steps slow and deliberate, each one a hammer blow of judgment. He grabbed Chloe's wrist, his grip tight enough to shatter bone. His voice was ice. "Explain this. You claimed Grandma poisoned your drink. So why does this video show you taking the poison from your own purse?"