Alpha’s Orphan Luna Is the Princess of Lycan

“Father… I am going to reject Alpha Ashton Kurt.” Silence answered her from the other end of the call.

Finally, a deep sigh broke through.

“Elena” my father said, his voice carrying the authority of the Alpha King. “You abandoned the Silverfang Royal Pack for him. You relinquished your birthright as the only Lycan Princess of the oldest royal bloodline..”

My fingers tightened around the communication device as a tear slipped silently down my cheek.

“I did all of that once for my fated mate” My voice trembled before turning resolute. “But I am done sacrificing, I will no longer remain by his side.”

“Good.” His answer came without hesitation. “Come back to the capital.”

Five years.

Five years of trying to thaw Alpha Ashton Kurt's frozen heart.

Five years of being his devoted Luna.

And two days ago, the entire werewolf world watched my life shatter.

Not when the entire werewolf world watched the Alpha's Luna become the sacrifice.

I almost thought I had been saved until the pack healer told me:

“Lady Elena, the injuries were too severe. Those rogues killed your pup.”

“The damage is permanent. I am afraid you will never bear an heir again.”

Numb, I listened as the healers tried contacting Alpha Ashton through the mind-link.

Once.

Twice.

Ninety-nine times.

But he never answered. Instead, the next morning, every Moon Mirror displayed the same announcement:

[Alpha Ashton Kurt awarded the Silver Fang Medal by Alpha Council.]

“Alpha Kurt,” an elder asked, “can you explain your decision? Why did you choose Lady Victoria over your own mate?”

Ashton's face remained solemn.

“As an Alpha, I cannot allow personal feelings to cloud my judgment. Victoria has a family desperately waiting for her return. Elena...”

He paused, lowering his gaze briefly.

“Elena was an orphan when she came to Shadow Fang. I am the only family she has. My duty was to save the one with more to lose.”

For a moment, my entire world split apart.

More to lose.

My pup.

My future.

All worth less than Victoria's.

The Kurt Manor was dark when I pushed open the front doors.

Limping inside with silent steps, I breathed shakily at the sight before me.

The great hall was a sea of colors. Hundreds of brand-new wolf cub toys were scattered across the rug.

On the table lay a parchment covered with carefully written pup names.

A tiny thought blossomed before I could stop it.

Did... did Ashton somehow know about our deceased pup?

Was this to honor our little baby?

“Victoria, it's okay. You are safe now.” A pause. “I told you, the pack healer said everything looks perfect. The pup's heartbeat is strong, just like we heard during today's examination.”

My blood turned to ice.

Today's examination.

“Our healer said pregnant she-wolves must not be distressed. Get some rest. I will come back first thing tomorrow morning.”

I stood motionless in the center of the home I once believed belonged to us.

The bedchamber door opened.

Ashton stepped out, still wearing bloodstained battle armor.

The moment he saw me, he froze.

“Elena?” His eyes widened before guilt flashed across his face.

“You're back.”