The Luna He Lost: Alpha's Endless Regret

Lyra

"Hiss-"

The sharp intake of breath escapes before I can stop it.

The needle pierces my fingertip for the eighth time.

I watch the blood bloom across white silk. My hands shake as I press my thumb against the wound, but I'm too late.

The damage is already done. Just like the damage Kyle did to my heart.

Eight. This number is nothing short of a curse.

Eight years of loving Kyle. Eight years of reshaping myself into someone worthy of standing beside an Alpha. Eight years of believing his promises were made of something stronger than words.

All of it, destroyed the moment my wolf awakened.

An omega.

Omegas could not become Luna. That was the rule. The law. A fate I had never been allowed to argue against.

And I was easily abandoned-as if those eight years we had together didn't matter.

I force myself to look at the dress spread across my lap-MY wedding dress.

The one Kyle and I chose together when the future still belonged to us.

"You look breathtaking," Kyle's voice had been soft against my ear, his hand warm on my back as the seamstress pinned the silk.

I'd laughed, trembling. "I can't believe this is really happening."

"Believe it." His fingers laced through mine. "In three months, you'll be my Luna. My wife. Nothing will change that."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing," he'd promised, pressing his lips to my temple. "I'm yours, Lyra. Forever."

Forever lasted until my wolf awakened.

What a fool I'd been.

Now I sit here, altering every seam and stitch, tailoring my dream to fit another woman's body.

The Alpha who once promised to stay by my side...will now stand beside his Luna.

Another drop of blood falls onto the fabric. I let out a laugh that sounds more like a sob caught in my throat.

"Careful bitch! What if you would ruin the wedding dress for the Luna?!"

The voice brought me to my senses, and I heard Cassie, one of the pack maids, standing over my shoulder.

Beside her, Mara smirks. "Tsk. What else can you expect from an orphan Omega? Some people are just better suited to the filth they came from."

Their laughter was sharp and filled with mockery. The other maids who were watching the show, giggle behind cupped palms and their eyes were glinting, clearly enjoying to see me in humiliation.

"Still dreaming about being the Alpha's Luna?" Cassie spat out a laugh. "Please. You should have seen yourself in the mirror. An Omega like you-the closest you'll ever get to him is cleaning his boots."

I paused from my needlework, looking at her in the eyes and let out a soft chuckle. "An Omega like me? You talk a lot for someone who folds the Alpha's sheets but will never lie in them."

Her face flushed and for a moment, I saw the fury and jealousy she was trying hard to hide beneath her taunting words.

"How dare a worthless Omega like you talk back! Don't forget whose wedding it is today-you're nothing but the woman he threw aside!"

I paused, feeling the sting in my chest but I swallowed it down, keeping my expression calm. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I've fallen far. But isn't it pathetic that even down here, I'm still higher than where you're reaching from?"

"You, bitch-" Just when she was about to raise her hands, it happened that Beta Darren had appeared.

"Enough," he coldly said, his sharp gaze fell to the pack maids then to Cassie whose hands were on the mid-air. "Get back to your chores. Now."

Although reluctant, they scattered, grumbling and even before Cassie left, she gave me a death glare while gritting her teeth as if she can't wait to crush me down.

I helplessly sighed and glance at Darren who was also looking at me. "You okay?"

I gave him a bitter smile as I showed him the wedding dress. "What do you think?"

Darren let out a heavy sigh and reached out to pat my head. "Kyle...fuck, how could he be so cruel? Making you sew a wedding dress for his Luna... you should've refused."

I let out a soft laugh, though it didn't quite reach my eyes. "Refuse the Alpha's order? You know that's something an Omega like me doesn't get to do."

"But-"

Before he could finish his words, the door to the sewing room burst open. Before I could ask if they are here to collect the wedding dress, when they barked already.

"Omega Lyra, the Alpha requests your presence."

My throat tightened. I wiped my bloodstained finger on the hem of my apron, trying to keep my voice steady. "Now?"

The guard nodded. "He said it's urgent. He wants to see you."

Something inside me faltered, as if my heart had forgotten how to beat for a moment. Even after everything, just hearing that he wanted to see me was enough to shake my walls that I slowly built piece by piece.

"Lyra..."

I looked at Darren who was looking at me with worry. I just nodded at him and gave him a reassuring smile.

I don't know why he still wants to see me. Was it not enough to make me suffer by making our dream wedding dress for his new Luna?

I followed the guard through the corridor of the Alpha's House. Every step echoed like a countdown. I could even hear the loud thump of my heart that is impossible for me to deny.

Upon arriving there the guard simply left me standing alone, in front of the familiar door that had contained a lot of memories in our time together.

I was about to raise my hand to knock on the door when the door swung open, and a hand caught my wrist. In one pull, I stumbled forward, crashing into his chest. The familiar scent of sandalwood enveloped me as e wrapped his arms around my waist.

Realizing how close we were, I tried to push him away, but his grip only tightened, refusing to let go.

"W-why...why did you call me here, Alpha?" The word felt heavy on my tongue, unfamiliar...distant. I couldn't even bring myself to meet his eyes-afraid that if I did, everything I'd been holding together would shatter.

I happen to see his brows furrowed and he caught my chin, forcing me to look at him... and my eyes fell onto the suit he was wearing.

I forced out a small smile. "You're getting married...congratulations."

He didn't answer.

When I finally dared to look up, his eyes weren't golden anymore-it was red. His aura was different from the Kyle I know.

I was about to speak when my lips had been caught by him. My eyes widened. I hurriedly pushed him away-this is wrong.

However, no matter how hard I tried to push him away, he still found his way back to restrain me.

I tried to turn away, but he hugged me from behind.

My breath hitched when I felt a cold moisture trailed on my neck that made me tremble.

"Stop-Kyle! Please..." I couldn't even recognize my voice no more. "...you are getting married."

However, he didn't listen. It was as if he had become deaf to my words and continue doing what he was going to do.

When he pushed me backward, my body reacted before my mind did. I tried to fight him, tried to push him away, but he only grabbed me tighter as he claimed my lips back again while his hands were roaming around my body, tearing my clothes as he bought me to his bed.

Realizing what he's going to do, I tried to push him away, to run away from here-but he grasped both of my hands and put it above my head as he restrained my legs with his thighs while his kisses slowly fell from my neck, to my bare skin.

"Please... don't do this..." I pleaded again, voice breaking but he never listened.

The next moment, I found myself giving in to his touch-his warmth, his scent-like we had slipped back into a time when he was still mine, and I was still his Luna.

I do not know how much time had passed, just that when the world finally settled, Kyle lay beside me, his breathing calm and steady as though nothing happened between us.

My throat tightened. Tears slipped down my cheeks. I felt so dirty of myself. I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, trembling. I wanted to leave, I wanted to disappear but my legs wouldn't move.

When I finally gathered the courage to stand, the doorknob turned.

The door flew open.

"Kyle, it's time for the wedding! What took you so long to prepare-" a voice shouted

I froze. In the doorway stood his parents - Alpha Marcus and Luna Helena - their faces etched with horror upon seeing such scene. Behind them, a woman in white.

Kyle's fiancée. The new Luna.

And she's wearing the wedding dress I made.

Her eyes went wide, her face draining of color as she froze in the doorway. Kyle lay peacefully beside me, his arm tangled with mine, while I sat frozen-barely able to breathe.

Shame burned through me as I clutched the sheets tighter.

"L-Let me explain..." My voice were hoarse as I tried to speak but the woman cried and hurriedly left while dragging the wedding dress.

"You slut! How dare you sleep with my son!" Kyle's mother, Helena, angrily cursed as she turned around and chased after Kyle's fiancee.

My feet moved before I could think, dragging me outside despite the dizziness clouding my head.

I had to explain. I had to make them understand-

But the moment I stepped onto the street, everything stopped.

Crash!

With that deafening roar, the woman in the wedding dress was hurled into the air.

The next second, she plummeted to the ground!

Her body lay lifeless, wrapped in the wedding dress I made... the same one that was supposed to symbolize love, now soaked in blood.

I stood rotted on my spot, in disbelief at what happened.

"NO!"

My whole body was trembling as I was listening to the scream and cries as they called her.

When Kyle's mother saw me, she wiped her tears and walked towards me. Before I could speak, the slap burning across my cheek.

Her voice broke into a snarl.

"You disgusting little slut! You killed her! You killed the Luna who was supposed to stand beside my son! You think sleeping with my son makes you his mate again? You're nothing but filth he used and threw away!"

I...I killed her?

N...No, I didn't...

I really... didn't...

I tried to speak, to explain-but the moment I saw the hatred in their eyes, the words died in my throat.

I shook my head and took a step forward, desperate to make them understand, but they stepped back-as if I were some kind of monster.

Helena's voice cut through the air like a whip. "Guards! Take this wretched Omega to the cells!"

As the guards stepped closer, my legs gave out beneath me.

I knew there was no escaping what was coming.

Lyra

The stone floor was so cold. I hugged my body as I was trying to calm myself, trying to stop from trembling. I still can't get over the events that happened last night. I couldn't even sleep, not even an ounce of wink.

Even the slightest movement made me gasp-the pain was so sharp that even breathing hurt. My entire body ached, heavy and sore from being tossed around last night. Remembering his forceful way of entering me made me tremble at such a thought.

Chains clinked softly whenever I moved, their presence made me realize that I was inside the cell, currently awaiting my death. No matter how many times I tried to defend myself, they won't believe me.

They were already certain that I was the one who killed Kyle's fiancée. A slut who climbed onto the bed of the Alpha because she couldn't accept that she wasn't chosen.

I didn't know how long I had been inside this cell. I couldn't even tell if it's daylight or nighttime. I was the only one here, locked in the damp cell, and I haven't eaten since last night.

I curled tighter, clutching my arms.

I swear... I really didn't kill her...

But... it was because of me that she died. If...if I didn't visit the Alpha last night, she would have successfully become his Luna.

Because of me...

The heavy sound of boots echoed down the corridor. I lifted my head, thinking that it's the guards this time who would come and get me for my execution when the metallic door opened-and there he was.

Alpha Kyle.

His gaze coldly fell on me. When I look into his eyes, I know that he is already back to his normal state. His golden eyes were filled with disgust as he looked at me in disgust. Although I know that he won't remember what happened last night...that he might think the same way as they do... I still felt disappointed.

Before I could open my mouth, his hand shot forward and grabbed my wrist. He had commanded one of the guards to unlock the chains before he dragged me out of the cell.

"W-wait-" My voice cracked, but he didn't stop. His grip was like iron-as if he wanted to snap my wrist into two.

"I know that you are shameless, but I didn't expect you to be this shameful." His voice was deep as he looked at me in mockery. "Drugging me, climbing into my bed on my sacred day, and even killing my Luna...tell me, Lyra. What should I do to you?"

My chest tightened so painfully I could barely breathe. His words cut deeper than any blade, each one tearing at what little was left of me.

It was foolish of me to think that at least he would demand an explanation from me.

"Kyle..." I whispered his name, barely recognizing my own voice. "You know I would never-"

"Enough!" His growl echoed through the dungeon walls. His eyes burned red-not like last night, but with pure disgust. "You don't get to say my name. You should know your place."

Something inside me cracked. The man who once held me like I was his world, now looked at me like I was nothing but a dirty trashbag.

Tears slowly fell from my cheeks as he dragged me out of the cell and threw me onto the ground before the pack council.

"She's that slut who killed the Alpha's Luna..."

"Where did she get the nerve to drug the Alpha and climb onto his bed?"

Their murmurs sliced through me, and each of them made me feel helpless.

Helena, Kyle's mother, was there too. Her eyes were coldly looking at me as if she were looking at my corpse.

"She doesn't deserve a trial," she spat. "Execute her now."

Gasps filled the hall, but almost all of them agreed with the decision.

I looked at everyone, then at myself. I let out a heavy chuckle.

Right. Maybe it would be best. There's no redeeming of myself. I am already dirty. A filthy woman.

*

Kyle

"She doesn't deserve a trial," Mother spat. "Execute her now."

Gasps filled the hall. Murmurs of agreement rippled through the council members.

I stared down at Lyra on the floor-broken, trembling, covered in bruises I'd put there.

Good. She deserved worse for what she'd done.

For drugging me. For killing my fiancée. For-

"Do it and I disappear forever."

My wolf's voice crashed through my mind like a thunderclap, making me stagger back a step.

He'd been silent for so long I'd almost forgotten he was there.

"What?"

''You heard me. Execute her, and you'll never hear from me again. I'll retreat so deep you'll be wolfless. How long before they strip you of your title, Kyle? A week? A day?"

My hands clenched into fists.

"She killed-"

"She's our MATE!"

His roar shook through my entire being.

"Our TRUE MATE. You felt it eight years ago when her wolf awakened. You felt it last night when you were inside her. Stop lying to yourself!"

I felt my mother's expectant gaze on me, waiting for my approval of the execution.

She's an omega. She can't-

"I don't care what she is. The Moon Goddess chose her for us, and if you kill her, I'm gone. Forever. Choose-your pride, or your wolf."

The silence in my head was suffocating. I could feel him coiling, preparing to sever our bond. The emptiness already creeping in at the edges.

An Alpha without a wolf was nothing.

"No."

The word left my mouth before I could stop it.

Mother's head snapped toward me. "Alpha! Don't tell me that you still-"

"Death would be too merciful for someone like her," I interrupted, my voice cold.

I stepped forward and grabbed Lyra's hair, forcing her to look up at me. Her tear-filled eyes met mine-so much pain, so much betrayal.

Something in my chest twisted, but I shoved it down.

"Smart choice," my wolf growled. "Now claim her. Make it permanent."

"I'll bond her with me."

Lyra

"I'll bond her with me."

The hall erupted into chaos. My eyes widened as I looked at him in disbelief.

"What do you mean by you'll bond her?!" I could hear Helena angrily shout. "She's a fucking murderer! She drugged you, climbed onto your bed, and even killed your Luna!"

However, he ignored all of their words-even his mother's.

"From this day forward," he declared while coldly looking at everyone. "Lyra will be bound to me as Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack."

"You're crazy..." I whispered, my chest tightening as a chill spread down to my spine.

He let out a cold laugh. "You badly wanted to be my Luna right? Now, you're my Luna. A title you don't deserve."

It had been three years since that night-three years since everything was changed.

I become Alpha Kyle's Luna.

And I was labeled as whore, a murderer, and the name Luna-the title I had once longed for-became a shackle for me. It was no longer an honor; it was a chain I couldn't escape. A cruel joke that fate had on me.

I lived like a shadow inside this pack. Whenever I go out, the pack would look at me in disgust, curse me heavily for killing the Alpha's Luna, throwing rotten eggs at me...there was no time that I wouldn't get laughed at for being the Luna.

Never as Kyle speak to me after that day. We shared a house, but he lived as though I didn't exist. He'd pass by me in the hall without a glance, his presence cold and commanding, he'd just watch from the shadows whenever I get mocked at.

Yet every time I thought he would finally release me, he didn't.

I let out a mocking laugh. Right. He wanted me to suffer. He wanted me to pay the price of killing his Luna.

Although we have been bonded, he never marked me.

I mean, how could he mark the woman who killed his Luna?

During the three years, the only thing that kept me sane was music. Late at night, when the moonlight slipped through the window, I'd sit by the piano-the one he used to play when we were younger-and let my hands wander.

Through music, I can let out the voice that I had been trying to hold back. A voice that the whole world tried to shut whenever I tried to defend myself.

It was my secret haven. A way of my escape.

I thought this dull life would continue for another year, not until a message came.

It was from Kyle.

'Come to my birthday banquet tonight. Wear something nice.'

For a moment, I just stared at the message, my heart thudding painfully.

He hasn't spoken to me in months. Whenever he sees me, his face is filled with disgust.

So, why now?

I typed a reply, hesitated, then deleted it. Maybe... maybe this was something. Maybe for once, he will finally recognize me.

So, I went.

I spent the rest of the day in the servants' quarters, sewing a small leather-bound notebook with my own hands. Inside, I wrote the music I'd composed in secret. I didn't sign it-just pressed the silver treble symbol on the first page. It was the only thing of myself I had left to give.

When evening came, I put on the dress the maids had once mocked me for wearing-a soft gray gown that no one else touched anymore. My wolf stirred weakly inside me, uneasy, but I ignored her.

When I got there, the hall was glowing with laughter, music, the scent of foods-the warm atmosphere I hadn't felt in years.

As soon as I got there, everyone turned their heads to me. Their smiles had been replaced with a frown and disgust as they whispered each other sharp words that I could hear.

"Why is she here?"

"Fuck, such a mood killer. Who invites that murderer here?"

"She still has the nerve to show her face?"

And there I saw him.

At the head of it was Kael, who was sitting, filled with authority and dominance.

My heart stumbled. The Alpha of the Moonfang pack, my mate, looked devastatingly majestic in his black attire. His golden eyes glinted as he raised his goblet.

And in his arms...was another woman.

Rhea Harper.

The late Luna's younger sister.

Her delicate fingers rested on his chest as she laughed softly, tilting her head toward him. It was a dagger straight to my heart seeing this scene.

I froze, every breath shallow. My gift box slipped slightly in my trembling hands.

"Oh, look who decided to show up," I heard Rhea say, loud enough for everyone to hear. Her voice dripped with mockery. "The murderer Luna herself."

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

"Rhea," Kyle's tone was low-a warning-but she ignored it.

"What's that?" she sneered, pointing at the box in my hands. "A gift? How sweet. Did you carve it between prison breaks?"

My throat burned. "It's not for you," I whispered despite the tremors of my voice.

She laughed, tossing her hair. "Of course not. It's for him, isn't it? You think he would accept a gift from a murderer? A slut who climbed her way to become the Luna?"

"You used Kyle's number to text me..." I pressed my lips together. The last fragile piece of pride I'd been holding on to, had crumbled.

Rhea laughed, tilting her head. "My bad, I thought I was using my own when I did that."

When I look at Kyle, he just looks at me coldly, and doesn't deny it.

Right. I let out a bitter laugh. What should I expect? I spun on my heel, desperate to escape from their mocking stares, my chest tightening with shame. How could I be so foolish as to think that it was him who texted it? That he want to see my presence at his birthday party?

As I hurriedly walked away, a sudden grip on my hand made me stumble. I looked up, expecting Kyle, but it wasn't him. It was a stranger, a drunk stranger whose eyes were looking at me with pure malice, deeply hiding the lust in them.

"Where are you going, little Luna?" he slurred. "Stay and dance with me." His grip tightened while caressing my hands, sending shivers down my spine.

"Let go!" I tried to pull away, panic rising as I looked at him in disgust.

"Aw, don't be shy-"

A low growl split the air.

The sound was primal, commanding enough to silence the hall.

Kyle.

His eyes glowed red again-the same way they had three years ago-and before I could process it, he was in front of me.

The drunken stranger released me instantly, stepping back in terror.