The Alpha Willfully Let His Beta Slay My Wolf Chapter 01

The Alpha Willfully Let His Beta Slay My Wolf Chapter 01

When my Alpha mate noticed I hadn’t asked him for a single penny in two whole days, he actually—for once—bothered to text me.

“You’ve been doing well lately. Finally learning what it means to be a Luna who puts the pack first.”

“As a reward, I’ve approved the renewal of your wolf treatment.”

I am Seraphine, Luna of the Silvermoor Pack, mate to the all-powerful Alpha.

And also the woman who can’t buy a new sweater without filing a formal request.

But what he doesn’t know is that I don’t need the wolf treatment anymore.

My wolf is dead.

Killed by his Beta, his most trusted second-in-command—Vera Saven.

She turned down my emergency stabilization request with a sneer, telling me:

“As Luna, you must always think of the pack first. You can’t burn through so many resources over a little injury!”

The memory makes me laugh, bitter and hollow, deep in my chest.

I pull on that faded sweater—the one I wore the night he marked me, the only thing that’s ever truly been mine.

Then I walk out the door.

What Cassian still doesn’t know is that I’ve already filed the paperwork to sever the mate bond.

I’m done being the Luna who stays home and takes his scraps.

When I step out of the pack medical clinic, the healer’s words still ring in my ears.

“The final treatment window has passed. Your wolf is gone for good. There’s no turning back.”

My heart sinks, and I feel myself falling into the dark right along with it.

When I reach Cassian’s office in the Alpha Hall, he’s busy reviewing documents with Vera.

When I bring up ending the mate bond, he doesn’t even look up. He just lets out a dry, humorless laugh.

“What, because I didn’t come home for dinner last night? That’s what this is about?”

“Seraphine, don’t joke about this. It’s not funny.”

I drop my gaze, shoving down the hollow ache spreading through my chest, and say it again, firm.

“Cassian, I’m not joking. I want to end our mate bond.”

His eyes finally lift to meet mine.

He comes around from behind his desk and reaches for my hand.

I pull away.

His hand hangs in the air for a second, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.

“Seraphine, I know you’re upset about the treatment delay. But I was trying to help you kick the dependency on those meds. It was for your own good.”

“Vera was just following my orders to the letter. How could you make a scene at the council meeting and scream at her in front of everyone?”

“I reinstated your spending access yesterday. Sweetheart, my time is precious. I’ve got an entire pack to run. Don’t make me waste more of it on these little tantrums of yours, alright?”

Before I can get a word in, he glances at his watch.

“I’ve got a meeting in a minute. I’ll pick up those butter pastries you like on my way home tonight. Just wait for me at the house, okay?”

He’s dead sure I can’t leave him. Dead sure a tiny crumb of affection will be enough to make me fall in line again.

After all, even when he left me standing in the pouring rain just to pick up Vera, all it took was one “she reminds me so much of my little sister” for me to choke down my tears.

But now? I couldn’t care less about his stupid butter pastries.

Whether the treatment funds come back doesn’t matter anymore either.

If Cassian had picked up my call two days ago during his oh-so-important meeting, maybe I’d still be fooling myself.

Back then, my wolf was wracking my body with pain, and I was practically begging him not to hang up, to just hear me out one more time.

But my weak voice didn’t stand a chance against Vera’s sugary tone in the background.

“Alpha, do you think Luna might be misunderstanding me? I just thought the amount she applied for was far too high—does treatment really cost that much?”

“If Luna really needs it urgently, I’d be happy to bend the rules and approve it. But I’m worried she might be pulling one over on you, and if the elders start asking questions later, it could tarnish your reputation, Alpha…”

“That’s why I’ve been stricter with the approval process—so Luna can learn the proper protocols of the Silvermoor Pack.”

Hearing all that, Cassian bought it hook, line, and sinker. He forgot every desperate plea I’d made.

“Seraphine, see? Vera’s so thoughtful. She always has my best interests at heart.”

“Can’t you learn a thing or two from her? Stop being so unreasonable.”

“Listen to Vera. Get those documents in order, and we’ll talk later.”

Unreasonable?

Do I look like I care? I don’t give a damn.

Every time I needed something from him, it was always the same refrain.

“I’m out on patrol, talk to Vera.”

“Just follow Vera’s arrangements.”

“Do what Vera says.”

I was supposed to be his Luna, the leader of this pack, yet I couldn’t even get a shred of respect.

Forget everyday outings. Even for formal events where the Luna had to appear, or ceremonies where I needed to stand by his side, I had to beg his Beta Vera for approval just to get a gown and some jewelry.

And every single time, Vera would flash me that saccharine smile while casually shutting me down.

“Luna, white isn’t the Alpha’s preferred color, and these frosttear drops don’t suit your station. Please resubmit your request.”

“Oh, Luna, you submitted far too late. All the designer gowns are booked. How about this one from last season? You’re naturally beautiful—Alpha won’t mind.”

“Luna, what is wrong with you? Look at what you’ve submitted! Didn’t I tell you to triple-check everything before seeking my approval?”

She’d drag her feet until the very last minute, forcing me to stand next to a sharply dressed Cassian in ill-fitting, outdated clothes, looking like a complete fool.

And Cassian would wrap an arm around my waist, lean down, and murmur in my ear:

“Seraphine, why are you wearing that again? I don’t mind you being frugal, but don’t embarrass the Silvermoor Pack!”

“You can’t even handle something this simple. Still have to rely on Vera to sort things out for you. When are you ever going to become a Luna who can stand on her own two feet?”

The only reason I couldn’t manage those “simple things” was entirely because of Vera, his Beta who controlled every detail.

But he couldn’t see it. And he didn’t care.

Just like he knew my wolf was unstable. Knew I couldn’t go off my meds. Couldn’t afford treatment delays.

And still, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he told me to go talk to Vera.

Again and again, he told me to go talk to Vera.