Scorned Luna To Alpha Queen

The cold water did absolutely nothing to wash away the evidence of her tears and Lyralei just stared at her reflection in the basin, at her eyes so swollen and red they looked like someone else's entirely.

"Bastard." She swore for the ninth time today. She splashed more water on her face, gripping the basin hard enough that her knuckles went white. "Fucking bastard."

She could still feel Theron's breath against her ear from an hour ago when he'd cornered her in the hallway.

"Tonight, I'm going to bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk straight. I'll make you scream my name until your throat is raw and you'll take everything I give you because you'll be mine. My wife. My property. My little breeding bitch."

His fingers had trailed down her spine, lingering at the small of her back.

"I've been patient, Lyralei. So fucking patient. But after tonight, there's nothing stopping me from taking what's mine. I'm going to ruin you in every way possible."

Her stomach turned at the memory and honestly it still hadn't stopped turning.

"I hope you choke on your own tongue," she whispered to the mirror, to his ghost in her head. "I hope you die slowly, you sick piece of shit."

A knock at the door made her freeze.

"Miss Lyralei?" The voice was soft and apologetic. One of the younger omegas probably . "It's time. The ceremony starts in few minutes."

Few minutes until her life ended.

"I'll be right there," she called back, forcing her voice steady even as her hands shook.

She straightened and looked at herself properly. The dress was beautiful and she hated the fact that it was beautiful. It had silver silk that caught the light, embroidered with delicate patterns that probably cost more than most families made in months. It fit perfectly, hugging her curves in ways that made her want to tear it off.

It made her look like a bride and she wanted to fucking burn it.

Her fingers found the pendant at her throat. The moon charm her mother had worn for years, still warm against her skin.

If only her parents were alive. The thought came suddenly that she had to shake her head to stop thinking about it.

They weren't alive again. They were dead. Three years dead, and she was still paying for their heroism.

"You had to save everyone," she whispered, her reflection blurring as tears threatened again. "You just had to throw yourselves at those shadow wolves like your lives didn't matter. Like I didn't fucking matter."

The bitterness coated her tongue like poison.

Her parents had died protecting the pack, Alpha Aldric had called them heroes, given them elaborate funerals and promised to honor their sacrifice by ensuring their daughter was cared for.

And he'd kept that promise by offering her to his monster of a son.

The Ravenwood family-what was left of them-had smiled and nodded like this was a blessing. Her cousins. Her uncles. Her aunt. All of them too afraid of Alpha Aldric and his perfect heir to say a word in her defense.

Not one of them had the spine to stand up to the Moonshadows.

Cousin Elara had just given birth two weeks ago. A tiny girl with her father's eyes. The first new Ravenwood in three years, and Lyralei was literally just doing this for her...for all of them in fact because if she refused Theron, if she ran, he wouldn't just let it go.

He'd make them all pay somehow. That's just how twisted the fucker was.

Another knock, harder this time.

"Miss Lyralei, please."

"Coming."

She dropped her hand from the pendant and took one last look at herself. At the girl who was about to become property. At the daughter of warriors who was walking into her own execution wearing silk and a smile.

She turned from the mirror and headed for the door.

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The hallway felt too long. Each step toward the great hall was like walking toward the edge of a cliff.

She could hear voices ahead. Laughter, music and celebration.

Her stomach twisted tighter.

"You look absolutely beautiful, dear."

Lyralei turned to see Elder Cassandra, one of the older pack members who'd known her parents. The woman's smile was warm and surprisingly genuine which pissed Lyralei.

"Thank you," Lyralei said instead automatically, her own smile feeling like a mask.

You know what he is. You know what he does to the omega girls. You know and you're still smiling at me like this is something to celebrate.

"Your parents would be so proud."

The words were a knife sliding between her ribs.

They'd be ashamed. Ashamed that no one fought for me. Ashamed that I'm being handed over to a monster and everyone is pretending it's an honor.

"That's very kind of you," Lyralei said, her voice hollow.

She kept walking, and more voices joined in to her dismay.

"Such a beautiful bride."

I'm not a bride. I'm a sacrifice.

"Theron is so lucky to have you."

Lucky? He's getting exactly what he wanted. A toy he can finally break.

"What a perfect match you make."

We're not a match. He's a predator and I'm prey with nowhere left to run.

Each compliment felt like mockery and each smile like a lie. They all knew. She could see it in the way some of them wouldn't quite meet her eyes. In the way Elder Roderick's jaw tightened when he congratulated her. In the way Beta Marcus looked away quickly when she thanked him.

They knew what Theron was. They just didn't care enough to stop it.

Or maybe they were too afraid.

Either way, she was alone.

The great hall opened up before her, and her breath caught in her throat.

Crystal chandeliers threw light across silk decorations and tables laden with food and wine. Pack members everywhere in their finest clothes, talking and laughing and celebrating the union of their future Alpha and his bride.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life but she'd never felt more alone.

Someone touched her arm, guiding her forward, and Lyralei moved through the crowd on autopilot. Smiling, nodding and accepting congratulations that felt like condolences.

Then she saw him.

Theron stood near the front of the room with his father, both of them in conversation with some visiting wolves. He was laughing at something, head thrown back, looking every inch the perfect future Alpha in his formal ceremonial leathers.

Handsome, confident and charming.

A monster dressed for a wedding.

Her hands clenched into fists in her gown, nails biting into her palms through the fabric.

Someone said something to him. He turned, still smiling, and his eyes found her across the crowded hall.

The smile stayed on his face. But his eyes changed.

They raked over her body, slow and deliberate. Lingering on the curves of the dress. On the exposed skin at her shoulders and throat as if he was imagining undressing her slowly.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Lyralei's hands trembled and this time not from fear but from rage so pure she felt herself go dizzy.

That fucking look. That same predatory, fucking look that said she already belonged to him. That said tonight, after the vows, after the witnesses left, he'd finally do everything he'd been whispering about for months.

And no one would stop him.

Theron smiled wider and took a step toward her.

At that moment, she just...snapped.

Lyralei stood frozen as Theron's figure cut through the crowd toward her. Each step he took felt like another lock clicking into place on the cage that was meant to be her life.

Her control over the anger, that careful, calculated restraint she'd maintained for three years, simply just....let go. It felt like watching a dam break from the inside. All those months of swallowing insults, of smiling through threats, of pretending she didn't hear the rumors about what he did to the omega girls. All of it rushed forward in a wave that left her breathless.

She had no power to stop what was about to happen. And the strangest part? She didn't even want to.

Theron's smile widened as he approached, that same evil and stupid expression he always wore when they were alone. But tonight he wore it in front of everyone, confident enough to show the monster beneath the mask. Because after tonight, she would be his. Completely, legally and irrevocably his.

The thought made her stomach turn so violently she almost tasted bile.

He was close enough now that she could smell the wine on his breath and the expensive oils in his hair. He was close enough that she could see the anticipation gleaming in those pale blue eyes. A memory suddenly surfaced despite herself. Three weeks ago, he'd cornered her in the library where she'd been writing. She remembered the way he'd plucked the pages from her hands, how his eyes had scanned the words she'd poured her soul into.

"LR," he'd said slowly, realization dawning across his face as he took in the implications. "You're L fucking R. You wrote Moon Rising."

Her blood had gone cold at that moment.

He'd laughed then, the sound cruel and delighted. "A fucking book about freedom. About a woman who runs from an arranged mating and finds love with someone who respects her choices." His fingers had traced her jaw, and she'd jerked away. "How perfectly ironic, Lyralei. You wrote about the one thing I'm going to take from you."

Since that day, his torment had intensified. He knew what she wanted most in this world, and he was going to make sure she never had it. The memory sharpened her rage into something focused and deadly.

Theron reached her side, and the guests nearby quieted, almost as if sensing something momentous was about to happen. The music swelled around them, cheerful and oblivious to the storm raging in her heart. He took her hand without asking, his grip just tight enough to hurt her but she betrayed no emotion at all. "There you are, my beautiful bride."

His thumb stroked across her knuckles in a mockery of tenderness. "Have I told you how stunning you look tonight? That dress fits you perfectly." His voice dropped lower, intimate enough that only she could hear. "I keep imagining what it'll look like on the floor of our chambers."

She felt her wolf stir, restless and furious beneath her skin. Around them, guests smiled and nodded, approving of the charming groom complimenting his bride. They couldn't hear the venom beneath his words. They never did.

Theron leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I can barely contain myself, honestly. Just a few more hours and I'll finally get to hear you scream."

Images flashed through her mind as she suddenly remembered those omega girls whose eyes had gone dead and empty after Theron was done with them. Seraphina, who'd stopped speaking entirely for two months. Carol, who'd thrown herself from the eastern tower rather than endure another night of his attention. The pack had called it an accident. A tragic misstep.

Lyralei knew better and she knew, with absolute certainty, that Alpha Aldric knew too. He just didn't care. His perfect, charming son could do no wrong. The whispers were just jealous lies and the broken girls were just weak.

She felt her hands tremble slightly.

Theron pulled back, his public smile firmly in place as he addressed the watching guests. "I truly am the luckiest wolf alive," he announced, his voice carrying across the hall. "To have such a beautiful, accomplished woman as my mate. A general's daughter, no less. Strong bloodlines for strong pups."

Polite laughter rippled through the crowd.

Something broke inside her chest. Not her heart, that had broken the day her parents died and she'd been sold like property to this monster. No, this was something else. Something that had been holding her together, keeping her compliant and quiet and good. It snapped like a rotten rope and she didn't care about anything no more, at all.

Let everyone be fucking damned.

Lyralei smiled back at him. A real smile this time, wide and wild and absolutely gruesome.

Theron's expression flickered. Confusion crossed his face, followed by something that might have been unease.

"Lyralei..."

Her fist connected with his jaw before he could finish the sentence. The crack of bone on bone echoed through the great hall like a thunderclap. Theron's head snapped to the side, and he stumbled backward, shock and pain twisting his features.

The music stopped, conversations died mid-word and every eye in the hall turned to watch.

Lyralei heard the gasps, the shocked exclamations, the beginning of outrage from the gathered pack members. She heard it all and felt absolutely nothing except the singing satisfaction in her blood. Three years of fear and helplessness and rage. Three years of watching him destroy innocent girls while everyone pretended not to notice. Three years of counting down the days until he'd do the same to her. No fucking more.

Theron touched his jaw, his fingers coming away bloody. When he looked at her, the charming mask was completely gone. Fury blazed in his eyes, raw and unfiltered.

"You fucking bitch," he snarled. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Probably," Lyralei said, and launched herself at him again.

He wasn't ready. For all his warrior training, for all his supposed strength, he hadn't actually expected her to fight back. Men like him never did and it still surprised her how men underestimate women. Her second punch caught him in the throat. He choked, gasping, and she used his distraction to drive her knee up toward his face. He managed to dodge at the last second, grabbing her wrist.

"Stop this," he demanded, trying to twist her arm. "Stop this right now and I might show mercy..."

Lyralei twisted with the motion, exactly like her father had taught her. Use their strength. Let their force work against them. She broke his grip, spun inside his guard, and raked her nails across his face. He jerked back, barely dodging her attack by a hairs breadth. But it was just a feint.

While he was focused on his protecting his face, she drove her knee up with every ounce of strength she possessed, aiming for the target she'd been planning to hit all along.

His sweet and beautiful balls.

The impact was deeply and profoundly satisfying. Theron made a sound somewhere between a wheeze and a scream. His face went white, then red, then white again. He bent double, hands moving to cup his injured pride. And Lyralei, riding the wild high of her own recklessness, hit him there again.

This time he went down, crumpling to the floor like a puppet with cut strings. The mighty heir of the Silver Moon Pack, groaning and gasping on the ground at her feet. Her wolf sang with vicious satisfaction.

For a moment, the hall was completely silent. Then all at once, chaos erupted.

"Guards!" Alpha Aldric's voice boomed across the room, filled with outrage and disbelief. "Seize her! Seize her now!"

Lyralei saw the guards moving toward her, shock clear on their faces but duty winning out as they rushed towards her.

The guards were almost on her. Theron was still on the ground, trying to stand but failing, agony written across every line of his body. She had maybe three seconds before they grabbed her.

Lyralei dropped to her knees beside him, one hand shooting out to grab him between the legs. She felt him stiffen in renewed agony, his eyes going wide with terror.

The guards were almost on her. She could hear their boots pounding against the floor, see their hands reaching for her.

"Stop," she said clearly, her voice carrying across the sudden hush. "Stop right there, or I swear to the moon goddess I'm going to fuck crush his stupid balls right here, right fucking now."

Lyralei's fingers dug deeper into Theron's balls, feeling him tremble beneath her grip. His face had gone from red to white, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled not to move, not to breathe too hard, not to give her any single reason to squeeze harder.

He looked terrifying in a way she'd never seen before. Not the confident predator who'd tormented her for years. This Theron looked like he was about to break. Like he was moments away from begging.

"Don't you dare move," she said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Not a single fucking inch."

Behind her, she heard the Ravenwoods calling out to her. Her uncle's voice, sharp and panicked. "Lyralei, stop this madness! You're disgracing the family name!"

Her aunt's higher pitched cry. "Think of what you're doing! They'll kill you for this!"

Cousin Elara, the one with the newborn daughter, her voice breaking. "Please, Lyra, please just stop. You're making it worse."

Making it worse. As if anything could be worse than the life that had been planned for her.

Alpha Aldric's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "Release my son this instant, or I swear by the Moon Goddess herself, I will have your head for this."

Something inside Lyralei shifted at those words. The threat should have scared her. Should have made her reconsider. Instead, it just made her angrier.

She squeezed tighter.

Theron made a sound between a whimper and a choke. His whole body went rigid, his hands reaching out but not quite daring to touch her.

"Please," he gasped out finally. "Please, Lyralei, fucking please..."

The great hall went silent. Pack members froze mid-step. Guards stopped their advance and even the Ravenwoods fell quiet.

Theron, the perfect heir, the untouchable Alpha's son, was begging.

Lyralei felt a savage satisfaction rush through her veins. She glanced around the hall, taking in the reactions. Most looked horrified, disgusted at her actions. But some faces told a different story. She saw Seraphina with her hand pressed to her mouth, tears streaming down her face but her eyes bright with something that looked like vindication. She saw some of the male warriors, their expressions carefully neutral but something flickering behind their eyes that might have been approval. She saw the omega women, the ones who knew exactly what Theron was, looking at her with a mixture of pity and awe.

They were pleased. They loved what she was doing. But they all knew the same truth, there was no way she was surviving this.

Lyralei almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

"Stand up," she ordered Theron.

"What?" His voice was hoarse.

"I said stand up." She squeezed again, just a warning. "Or do I need to help you decide?"

Theron struggled to his feet, his movements careful and pained. She kept her grip firm, rising with him, her free hand bracing against his back. The position was awkward but effective.

"Good boy," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Then she slapped him across the face.

The crack echoed through the hall.

She slapped him again and again, just because she could and because for three years he'd made her feel powerless, and now, for these few precious moments, she held all the power.

"Now walk," she commanded, adjusting her grip. "Slowly. Toward the main doors."

"Lyralei, you can't actually think this will work," Theron said through gritted teeth.

"I swear to the Moon Goddess," she said clearly, "if you make one wrong move or piss me off, I will crush them. Do you understand me? I will make sure the last thing you ever father is a scream of agony."

He whimpered again, and started walking.

The crowd parted as they moved through the hall. Lyralei guided him step by step, grateful that her dress was loose enough to allow movement even if the skirts tangled around her legs sometimes. She kicked the fabric aside impatiently, never loosening her grip on Theron.

They reached the main doors. Someone pushed them open, whether out of shock or fear she didn't know. The night air hit her face, cool and clean after the suffocating heat of the hall.

Behind them, the entire pack followed, spilling out into the courtyard like water through a broken dam. She could hear their footsteps, their whispered conversations and the barely contained rage of some of the guards and warriors who were being held back only by the threat she posed to their future Alpha.

"If anyone so much as nocks an arrow," Lyralei called out, her voice carrying across the courtyard, "the last thing I do before I die will be to make sure Theron never breeds those strong pups you're all so excited about. Do I make myself clear?"

Silence answered her.

She continued backing toward the edge of the courtyard, dragging Theron with her. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her hands shook slightly from adrenaline and fear and the wild, reckless freedom of having nothing left to lose.

They reached the tree line at the edge of the pack grounds. The forest stretched out behind her, dark and full of possibilities. She could hear the guards moving, trying to flank her position while staying out of sight.

"That's far enough," Alpha Aldric's voice rang out. He stepped forward, his face a mask of barely controlled fury. "You've had your fun, girl. But you will not take my son from my sight."

"Then make me a deal," Lyralei said.