Chapter 1That omega bully tormented me for ten full years.
At the pack reunion, she mocked my underwear, called me names, and acted like she owned everyone.
My so-called fated mate Noah stood by and let her.
They all laughed as I was humiliated by the pool, called me "Miss Priss," and pushed me to the edge.
So I left.
I cut the mind-link, severed the pack ties, and never looked back.
Ten years later, I returned—pregnant, bonded to the Alpha King himself.
Noah begged for a second chance. Olivia threw a fit. The pack that once shunned me now groveled.
I didn't just walk away.
I publicly rejected my fated mate, declared myself the Luna Queen, and let them crash and burn without me!
Sweet, sweet revenge tastes better than any royal feast.
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The Omega who bullied me all through my training years—
Ten years later, she cornered me at our pack reunion.
She was all smiles, acting like we were old pack sisters.
Then, completely casual, she started confessing her "funny little memories."
"What's with the plain look today? Don't tell me you're still rocking that pink lace bra?"
"Relax. Bra straps showing? It's trending in the Shadow Kingdom now. Even if I spilled it, no one would care."
"You're not still snarling about that, are you? Come on, it's been ten years!"
The room went dead quiet.
Every wolf turned.
Every eye locked on me—like I was the one who'd broken the pack law.
If this were sixteen-year-old Emma Carter, the Beta heir, I'd be blushing, stammering, desperately trying to explain to the pack.
But I was twenty-six now. And I didn't play nice anymore.
"Yeah," I said. "I've always hated your scent. Surprised you never noticed."
The air froze.
Then my childhood sweetheart—someone I hadn't seen since I cut the mind-link after graduation—finally stepped in.
"Emma, come on. That was forever ago. I just wanted everyone to reconnect. It was all stupid pup drama. Let's move on."
Olivia Davis seized the opening, lifting her glass like she owned the pack house, voice as loud and fake as ever.
"Emma, we're all friends here. If I ever crossed a line, just let it go. You know me—I don't do that petty she-wolf drama stuff."
And just like that, every wolf stood up behind her.
"Yeah, totally. Olivia's right!"
"Don't be so uptight, Emma!"
"Everything's in the drink tonight!"
"Who holds a grudge for ten years?"
"Olivia's the one who even invited you back to the territory—don't make it awkward."
They acted like Olivia dragging me here was some kind of favor.
Like if I didn't toast her, I'd be an ungrateful one.
But me being an ungrateful bitch?
Been there. Done that.
I set my glass down.
"I can't drink. I'm carrying pups."
Crash.
Noah Miller's glass shattered on the floor.
Everyone froze.
Only Olivia's eyes lit up—pure joy flashing through them.
Noah, now the Alpha of Silver Moon, forced a tight smile.
"If you don't wanna drink, just say so. No need to joke like that."
"I'm not joking," I said evenly. "I've formed a blood bond. I'm pregnant. I came back to the Silver Moon Pack with my mate for some business."
Olivia was practically glowing now.
"Oh my goddess, congrats! When did that happen? Why didn't you tell the pack?"
That might've been the most honest thing she said all night—because now she didn't have to pretend to be Noah's "bro" to keep me away.
Noah's smile twisted. His tone went soft, almost mocking, despite our fated connection.
"We're fated mates. You used to say you'd be my Luna someday… You're kidding, right?"
Someone piped up, rolling their eyes.
"Emma, seriously? Don't joke like that. Noah's been waiting for his fated mate all these years."
"Looks like you showed up tonight hoping to win the Alpha back."
"A she-wolf needs to know when to quit. Don't be dramatic."
"You'll regret it if you let a strong Alpha like Noah go. You won't find better."
Same old pack. Same old poison.
I just smiled.
"I am blood-bonded. And everything I said before? Just a joke."
Then I met Noah's eyes and threw his own words right back at him.
"You can take a joke, right?"
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Chapter 2
Noah and I had been inseparable since we were pups in the nursery—childhood sweethearts, destined to be the Alpha and Beta of the Silver Moon Pack.
Until the training years.
Until Olivia.
She was a loud Omega, brash, and loved hanging with the he-wolves—Noah included.
Soon, they were glued at the hip.
They sat side by side in strategy class.
Talked nonstop—from hunting games to pack gossip, from training breaks to late-night mind-link chats.
Even our run back home, once our special tradition, turned into a trio.
At first, I didn't think much of it. Just another packmate.
Then one day, Olivia and Noah were roughhousing near my stone desk.
They crashed into it—sending my mug flying.
Crash. Shards everywhere.
And not just any mug. It was part of a matching set—his and mine, a gift when we were both chosen as heirs.
Olivia froze, eyes wide.
"Oh my Goddess, I'm so, so sorry! My bad! I'll get you a new one from the Pack Council trade, I swear! Please don't be mad!"
I forced a smile, though my wolf was pacing inside.
"It's fine. You didn't mean to. It's just a mug. Don't worry about it."
She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a low, mocking whisper.
"No, I insist. I know she-wolves like you—you act all chill to our faces, then howl about us behind our backs."
What the hell did she just say?
Was she calling me a fake pack sister?
The she-wolves nearby exchanged looks, whispering.
I frowned.
"I said it's fine. You don't need to pay."
Olivia suddenly pointed at me, her tone turning loud and dramatic.
"See that? Now you're mad! I told you—you're totally two-faced! Can't stand she-wolves who can't just say what they mean!"
Then she nudged Noah.
"Alpha-heir, smooth things over with your little princess, or she's gonna be fuming all the way to the border."
Noah sighed, his scent radiating irritation.
"Emma, seriously, don't be so petty. I'll just buy you another one. It's not like it was a sacred relic."
"Petty?" I snapped. "You think I'm petty too?"
My voice went cold.
"Forget it. I'll buy my own."
He realized he'd screwed up, but before he could reach for me, Olivia looped her arm through his.
"Wow, that went great. You just made Miss Priss even madder. Come on—run before she throws a royal tantrum!"
And just like that, I had a new nickname in the Silver Moon territory.
Miss Priss.
If I helped the Alpha pass out training scrolls, someone would snicker:
"Careful! Don't overwork our delicate Miss Priss!"
If I went to the training clearing, they'd line up outside, laughing:
"Make way! Her Royal Highness needs her private hunting grounds!"
Every trail in the pack became a runway of smirks and low growls.
And Noah? He saw it all—and said nothing to defend his fated mate.
Later, when he was annoyed with me, he'd sneer,
"Cut the Miss Priss act already. You're no Luna—though you sure act like one."
That was the breaking point.
From then on, we were in a full-blown cold war.
And Olivia?
She only doubled down.
"Whoa—Emma, is that a pup-style charm on your training gear? What, you think you're some kind of cutesy little anime princess now?"
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Chapter 3
She finished with a full-on princess pose right in front of me.
The he-wolves nearby lost it, bursting into laughter.
After training, I went about my routine—wiping down my desk like always.
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Goddess, Emma, you're so extra. You think you're the only clean she-wolf in the whole pack?"
"If we're that filthy, go back to the Alpha's manor and get yourself a private tutor. Why bother hunting with us commoners?"
Every she-wolf turned to glare at me like I'd just insulted the entire pack.
When it came time for the weekly territory patrol change, I had a stack of training scrolls too heavy to carry all at once.
Olivia leaned her elbow on the last pile, her voice dripping fake sweetness.
"Ugh, I'm so tired. Which one of you loyal omegas wants to move Miss Priss's scrolls for her?"
Laughter exploded across the pack house—sharp, loud, and mean, drilling straight into my skull.
Some yearlings bent over laughing, even mimicking how I carried my scrolls.
Noah didn't even look up.
"Alright, that's enough," he muttered.
Olivia let out a dramatic growl.
"Oh, boo-hoo. Someone's getting all protective again."
"Protective?" Noah scoffed. "Please. I'd feel bad for any wolf but that spoiled princess."
Olivia grinned, milking it.
"Relax. We're just toughening her up. She's too soft, too quiet—how's she gonna survive a challenge for her rank?"
Noah hesitated.
"What's wrong with a she-wolf being gentle?"
Olivia punched his arm.
"Gentle? I'm not like that!"
He turned toward her, eyes soft, full of warmth and trust.
And my heart sank.
I thought if I just ignored her, Olivia would lose interest.
But she didn't.
After a month of my silent treatment, Noah broke first.
"Emma, stop being angry," he said. "Don't shut me out of the mind-link."
He looked so helpless—like a pup lost in the rain.
My chest ached. I couldn't stay cold forever.
Noah was my fated mate, my future Alpha.
We'd promised to lead this pack together.
So I forgave him.
At least, on the surface.
When he played sports or trained on the field, I was still there—holding his jacket, waiting by the court.
After pack duties, the streetlights still stretched two shadows.
But sometimes, I'd catch Olivia shooting me weird looks… then laughing with the he-wolves.
Their laughter—it crawled under my fur.
I could feel it, like I was the punchline to a joke no one said out loud.
I told Noah.
"They've been mocking me."
He frowned.
"You're overthinking it. They're just packmates messing around."
But when he saw my face fall, his tone softened.
"Alright, fine. I'll talk to them. Tell them to knock it off."
He walked straight up to Olivia.
Olivia pouted, then raised her voice for the whole pack to hear:
"Seriously? We can't even howl together now? What's next—bow down to her like she's the Moon Goddess herself?"
"Olivia!" Noah barked.
She rolled her eyes and shot me a look full of contempt.
From then on, her voice, her smirks, every move—each one landed like a bite to my neck.
Whispers filled the pack house—low, buzzing, crawling under my skin like insects in the dark.
Back then, I was a coward.
I told myself: Just four more years. Endure it. Then we'll go our separate ways.
But then—out of nowhere—Noah confessed to me.
