《To be His Luna Again》
The day I lost my son, the world went silent. Not metaphorically—I truly lost my hearing. The pain was too much, a grief so deep it swallowed me whole. I shut myself away from the world, deaf to everything, blind to the man who stayed by my side.
Alpha Clyden. My so-called savior. My so-called mate.
I thought I had found solace in him. I thought his presence meant love. And when my hearing finally returned after years of silence, I believed I would hear something that made all the suffering worthwhile.
But the first words that reached my ears shattered me all over again:
"Come on, Hannah! This Alpha friend of mine loves you so much, he sacrificed his Luna’s child’s heart just to save your mother."
A sick joke. A nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
Clyden had murdered my son. Not for war. Not for duty. But to save his mistress’s mother. And he never thought I would hear the truth. He never thought I would catch the sound of his betrayal—the way he whispered lies into my ear in daylight, only to call out her name at night in my own bed.
That was the moment I truly lost everything.
So I walked away.
Only to be kidnapped by the enemy pack.
But fate wasn’t done playing games with me. Because in the heart of my captors’ land, I met a man I thought had long turned died. A ghost from my past. The mate I had loved, the mate I had grieved, the mate I had lost.
Chapter 1
The day I lost my son, the world went silent. Not metaphorically—I truly lost my hearing. The pain was too much, a grief so deep it swallowed me whole. I shut myself away from the world, deaf to everything, blind to the man who stayed by my side.
Alpha Clyden. My so-called savior. My so-called mate.
I thought I had found solace in him. I thought his presence meant love. And when my hearing finally returned after years of silence, I believed I would hear something that made all the suffering worthwhile.
But the first words that reached my ears shattered me all over again:
"Come on, Hannah! This Alpha friend of mine loves you so much, he sacrificed his Luna’s child’s heart just to save your mother."
A sick joke. A nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
Clyden had murdered my son. Not for war. Not for duty. But to save his mistress’s mother. And he never thought I would hear the truth. He never thought I would catch the sound of his betrayal—the way he whispered lies into my ear in daylight, only to call out her name at night in my own bed.
That was the moment I truly lost everything.
So I walked away.
Only to be kidnapped by the enemy pack.
But fate wasn’t done playing games with me. Because in the heart of my captors’ land, I met a man I thought had long turned died. A ghost from my past. The mate I had loved, the mate I had grieved, the mate I had lost.
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Beatrice’s POV
For the first time in three years, I could hear again.
The world felt alive in ways I had forgotten. The rustling leaves, the soft footsteps of pack members outside, even the faint murmurs of the wind—sounds I once took for granted—now wrapped around me like a long-lost embrace.
Regaining my hearing wasn’t easy. I had worked hard for this. The endless hours of auditory therapy, the frustration of silence, the hopelessness that had gnawed at me—I had pushed through it all. And today, I wanted to celebrate.
So, I planned a party. A surprise, something to show my gratitude to the Moonlight Pack, the home that had taken me in when I had nothing left. I worked with the omegas, carefully preparing every detail. The decorations, the food, the lights—I wanted everything to be perfect.
More than anything, I wanted to see him smile.
Alpha Clyden. My husband. The man who had saved me from despair three years ago when I lost everything—my son, my ex-mate, my hearing, my will to live. He had been my light in the darkness, the one who stayed by my side when I was drowning in grief.
Or so I thought.
A message from one of the omegas let me know everything was ready, and that Alpha Clyden had arrived. Excitement fluttered in my chest as I made my way to the packhouse, eager to see his reaction.
But the moment I reached the doors, my heart stopped.
“You did this for me? I can’t believe you even bothered to surprise me on my arrival, Alpha!”
A woman’s voice. Sweet, delighted, familiar.
Laughter followed—deep, masculine chuckles from several men inside. My breath hitched. My grip on the door tightened.
“O-Of course, I did it for you, Hannah,” Clyden’s voice rang out, warm and affectionate in a way I hadn’t heard in years. “You know how much I care for you.”
No.
The room blurred around me as realization slammed into my chest.
Hannah. I knew that name. I knew her. His first love. The woman he had never forgotten, no matter how much he claimed otherwise. And now, he even claimed that the surprise party I prepared for him was his plan for Hannah’s arrival.
I felt my stomach twist as one of the men inside spoke again, his voice dripping with amusement.
“Come on, Hannah! This Alpha friend of mine loves you so much, he sacrificed his Luna’s child’s heart just to save your mother.”
The air was pulled from my lungs.
What?
I swayed on my feet. My vision darkened.
No. No, that’s not true. That’s not—
But then Clyden laughed. He actually laughed.
“Dang, I already paid for that sin by marrying a widow, okay?” he joked.
My body froze. My blood turned to ice.
Sin? SIN?
They all laughed. The whole room erupted in amusement, as if my son’s death—my Matthew, my baby—was nothing more than a trivial inconvenience.
“Oh, how sweet of you,” Hannah’s voice purred. “Thank you for everything you did, Alpha.”
“I would sacrifice the world for you, Hannah.”
The cheers and applause that followed were deafening.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Everything shattered. My husband—the Alpha who had held me as I wept over my son’s lifeless body—had been the reason he died?
My son… my poor Matthew… he could have survived? Clyden had chosen to take his heart and give it to Hannah’s mother instead?
Rage. Grief. Betrayal.
It all hit me at once, so violently that I felt like I might collapse. My hands trembled. My knees buckled.
No wonder he never left my side after Matthew died.
He had guilt. He had debt to pay. He had stood beside me like a leech, pretending to love me, pretending to care, because he owed me for what he had done.
He had learned sign language for me. Had comforted me, supported me, stayed by my side…
It had never been love. It had been atonement.
I felt sick.
I turned on my heel and ran. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t care. I just needed to get away before I lost my mind. My breath came in sharp, ragged breaths as I sprinted through the pack’s territory, my vision swimming with unshed tears.
I didn’t stop until I was deep in the forest, where the moonlight barely reached through the thick canopy. My body trembled, my hands clutching at my arms as I forced myself to breathe.
How had I not seen it? How had I been so blind?
My husband—no, my son’s killer—had been lying to me this whole time. And I had loved him.
A sudden vibration in my pocket snapped me from my thoughts. My phone.
Clyden.
My hands shook as I stared at his name flashing on the screen. I didn’t answer.
Then a message came through.
Clyden: Where are you?
Another.
Clyden: I made dinner for us. Come home.
A cold laugh escaped my lips. Dinner? He still had the audacity to act like everything was fine? Like he hadn’t just admitted to murdering my son for his precious Hannah?
Chapter 2
Beatrice’s POV
My hands were steady as I dialed the number.
The moment my lawyer answered, I didn’t hesitate.
“Draft a divorce agreement.”
There was a pause, then a sharp inhale. “Divorce? Luna Beatrice, are you sure? You and Alpha Clyden—”
“Just do it,” I cut him off, my voice cold. “It won’t be difficult. We’re married, but not mated. There’s nothing binding us. No mate bond, no true connection. Just paperwork.”
“But—”
“Do it.”
Another silence, then a resigned sigh. “Understood, Luna.”
I hung up. My mind was made up. There was no turning back.
The moment I stepped back into the packhouse, the scent of betrayal clung to the air. My body was still trembling from last night, from the things I had heard—things that shattered every illusion I had. And then, right there in the main hall, stood the woman responsible for it all.
Hannah.
She was beautiful, in a delicate kind of way. Soft brown curls framed her face, and her amber eyes shimmered with amusement the moment they landed on me.
Her lips curled into a smile as she stepped forward. “Beatrice,” she cooed, as if we were old friends. “I’ve heard so much about you from Alpha Clyden. It’s nice to finally meet—”
Before she could finish, an omega nearby spoke up. “Luna Beatrice cannot hear, Miss Hannah. She’s deaf.”
Hannah’s expression faltered for half a second. Then, just as quickly, something dark and mischievous flickered in her eyes.
She smiled wider. Mocking. Cruel.
She walked up to me slowly, tilting her head as if inspecting something pathetic. Then, with a soft chuckle, she said, “So this is the woman Alpha Clyden married.” She clicked her mouth. “Poor little girl. She doesn’t even know her Alpha would burn the world for another she-wolf.”
I felt my fingers curl into fists. Gods, she was disgusting.
Hannah let out a small, exaggerated sigh and placed a hand on her hip. “You know,” she mused, “I really should have mated with Clyden instead. It would have saved us all the trouble.”
She stepped closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.
“But it doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “He will always choose me, no matter what. He will always prioritize me instead of you. Do you hear me?” She grinned wickedly. “Oh, oops! I forgot—you can’t hear.”
She laughed, light and airy, as if she hadn’t just shattered what little dignity she thought I had left.
I stayed silent. I could have ripped her throat out. I could have snapped her pretty little neck with a flick of my wrist. But I didn’t.
Because Hannah wasn’t the one who had made a vow to me. She wasn’t the one who had pretended to love me. That was Clyden. So instead of wasting my breath, I turned and walked away. Let them think I was weak. Let them think I was a fool.
Because soon, they would see.
When I reached our shared bedroom, Clyden was already inside. He sat on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed, his fingers moving quickly in sign language.
“Where were you last night?”
I stared at him, expressionless. Then, without responding, I turned away and pretended I didn’t see.
His scent invaded my space as he got up and closed the distance between us. Strong arms wrapped around my body, pulling me against him as he buried his face into my neck. I felt nothing but disgust.
How could this man—this monster—who had stolen my son’s life, who had lied to me for years, who had just last night declared his love for another woman—how could he still touch me like this?
I stiffened in his hold. The warmth of his body made my skin crawl.
“Bea…” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
I pushed him away—just slightly, just enough to break his hold.
“I’m tired,” I said flatly.
He studied me for a moment, his sharp Alpha instincts no doubt picking up on the change in my scent. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a knock came from the door.
Clyden sighed and moved to answer it.
And of course, it was her. Hannah.
She smiled sweetly, her eyes flickering to me for only a second before focusing on him.
“I missed you,” she said, voice dripping with affection.
My body locked up. The audacity. The sheer unbelievable audacity.
Clyden glanced at me, then turned back to Hannah. He signed, “Hannah wanted to use the bathroom.”
Liar.
My lips curled into a tight smile. I nodded once, turned to the bed, and pulled the covers over my body. I forced my breathing to slow, my muscles to relax.
I pretended to sleep. For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
“She’s sleeping now,” Hannah whispered.
“For a while,” Clyden muttered.
Seconds later, the sound of a door creaking open filled the room. The bathroom door.
And then— Soft giggles. A hushed sound. Then the unmistakable sound of lips meeting lips.
I clenched my jaw. I heard everything.
The sloppy, wet noises of their kisses. The rustling of clothes. The quiet, breathless sounds as their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. All while I was right here.
They thought I was still deaf.
“Mm, Alpha,” Hannah murmured softly.
“You’re so freaking delicious,” Clyden growled against her.
I felt bile rise in my throat.
And then—
“Much better delicacy than that deaf.”
My hands gripped the sheets so tightly I thought they might rip.
A dangerous calm settled over me.
I had already been planning to leave.
But now?
Now, I would ruin them.
Because if Alpha Clyden thought he could betray me and walk away unscathed, he was dead wrong.
Chapter 3
Beatrice’s POV
For three years, I had been blind. For three years, I let Alpha Clyden treat me like a fool. He acted in love. He made me believe he was the only one in the world who truly cared for me, the only man who would stand by me when I had lost everything.
He made me believe he was my light. But now, as I stood outside the hospital where my son had died, I realized the truth.
I had been drowning in a lie.
The halls smelled sterile, the scent of disinfectant thick in the air. It was too bright, too quiet—nothing like the night I had been here last. That night had been full of chaos, of the sound of my own heart shattering as the doctors told me there was nothing they could do.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and made my way to the records office. I wasn’t supposed to have access to the files I was looking for. But I had connections—ones I had hidden even from Clyden. Ones that I had buried along with my past.
A soft murmur of recognition passed between the staff as I handed them the required credentials, the ones that would override any restrictions. It was subtle, just a flicker of surprise in their eyes before they bowed their heads in obedience.
The thick folder was placed in my hands.
My fingers trembled as I opened it.
And there it was. The truth. A brutal, unforgiving truth.
Matthew—my son—could have survived.
His heart had been strong enough. The doctors had prepared to fight for him. There had been a real chance for him to live.
But Clyden—
Alpha Clyden, my husband, my supposed savior—
Had ordered otherwise.
My vision blurred as I read through the documents. The surgery logs, the doctor’s notes, the signatures. It was all there. Clyden had taken my son’s heart and given it to another.
Not just anyone. Hannah’s mother. The woman who had given birth to his first love. He had saved a life—by taking my son’s.
My body went still.
The blood in my veins turned cold.
I had been grieving for three years. I had been trapped in a world of silence and sorrow, thinking my son’s death was an unavoidable tragedy.
But it wasn’t.
It had been chosen.
A slow, burning rage started at the pit of my stomach and spread through me like wildfire.
I clenched the files in my hands, my nails digging into the thick pages. I would make sure Clyden regretted every decision he ever made.
He had stolen my son from me.
I would steal everything from him.
Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I inhaled sharply before answering.
“The divorce agreement is ready,” my lawyer said.
I exhaled, my grip tightening on the documents. “Good.”
It was time.
The packhouse was just as I had left it—grand, elegant, a place meant to house an Alpha and his Luna. But it would no longer be mine.
I stepped through the doors, my heart steady, my mind clear. As I made my way to Clyden’s office, I caught the scent of another wolf—one that had become all too familiar.
Hannah. She was already there. Of course, she was. She sat perched on the edge of Clyden’s desk, her delicate fingers playing with the hem of her dress, her lips curled into a flirtatious smile.
Clyden stood beside her, leaning against his chair, his expression relaxed. Comfortable.
Too comfortable.
I stepped inside without knocking. Both their heads turned toward me, but neither of them showed any real concern. Hannah tilted her head slightly, her amber eyes gleaming with amusement.
Clyden’s hands moved in the air, signing smoothly. “Is there something you need, Bea?”
I didn’t answer. Because my gaze had landed on something far more infuriating.
A ring. A very familiar ring. It sat snugly on Hannah’s slender finger. The Moonlight Pack’s symbolic ring. The one he had told me was meant to be hidden away, never to be worn, never to be given out freely.
And yet— There it was. On her hand.
For a brief moment, the world seemed to go silent again. Then Hannah sighed, dramatically rolling her eyes.
“Alpha,” she said, dragging the word out. “Can you get her out of here? We were in the middle of something important.”
Her voice was sweet, coated in honey. But the venom underneath was clear.
The disrespect was deafening.
Clyden let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck as if this was all some minor inconvenience. Then, like a mutt obeying his mistress, he turned to me and signed, “I have an important meeting. We’ll talk later. We should have dinner together tonight.”
My lips curled into a slow, practiced smile.
I nodded.
I signed back, “Of course.”
Because that would be our last meal together.
Chapter 4
Beatrice’s POV
The dining hall was grand, fit for an Alpha and his Luna—though it was clear by now that I was never truly treated as one.
The long oak table was set with fine silverware and a feast meant to impress. But none of it mattered. Not the candlelight flickering in its golden holders. Not the scent of roasted meat wafting through the air. Not even the luxury of this place that once felt like home.
Because across from me sat Alpha Clyden.
And latched onto his side like a leech, Hannah.
She was practically pressed against him, her delicate fingers grazing his arm, her voice saccharine sweet as she giggled at whatever nonsense he was spewing.
They weren’t even trying to hide it.
I cut a piece of meat from my plate, the knife slicing through with precision. My appetite was gone, but I kept up the act. I had waited for this moment.
And now, it was time to let them dig their own graves.
“I will give you the Grand Moonlight Hotel so you can live a good life in my pack, Hannah,” Clyden said, his tone casual, as if he wasn’t speaking about a place meant for the Luna of the Moonlight Pack.
My grip on the fork tightened. That hotel was supposed to be mine. A Luna’s gift. A symbol of respect and authority. But of course, he had never intended to give me anything.
Hannah exhaled softly, placing a hand on his chest as if he had just declared his undying love. “You really are the best Alpha in the world, Clyden. I don’t even know why I mated with Alpha Ralph.”
I wanted to laugh.
Ralph was a decent Alpha from what I heard. Much better than Clyden in personality as well. But to Hannah, he was disposable. Because all she wanted was power and worship. And she knew Clyden was desperate enough to give her both.
They continued talking, their words blurring into the background as they shamelessly flirted right in front of me.
Clyden chuckled, a rich sound that once made my heart flutter. Now, it only sickened me.
Then he reached for my hand. His palm covered mine, warm, familiar—disgusting. I had once found comfort in his touch. Now, it felt like poison. I had to resist the urge to pull away, to wipe my skin clean of him.
Instead, I let him play out his little charade.
He brought my hand to his lips briefly before signing, “We’re just talking about pack business.”
Then he smiled.
As if he wasn’t cheating right in front of me. As if I was still the fool he thought I was.
Hannah sighed dramatically, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If only you weren’t married, Clyden, I would have divorced my Alpha by now and mated with you instead.”
Silence fell between them.
And for the first time tonight, Clyden hesitated.
I saw it in the way his jaw tightened, the flicker of thought in his gaze. He was actually considering it. He was already contemplating it.
Would he reject me? Would he throw me aside like yesterday’s trash just to have her officially? I didn’t care. Because I was already done with him.
The sound of metal scraping against porcelain filled the air as I put my fork and knife down.
The two of them looked up, startled by the sudden noise.
I grabbed my napkin, dabbing my lips carefully before setting it down. Then, slowly, I lifted my gaze and met theirs.
Hannah smirked as if she had already won.
Clyden arched a brow, waiting for me to excuse myself like a submissive little Luna.
Instead, I spoke.
“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice even, smooth. “You can marry each other freely.”
Their expressions froze. I reached for my bag and pulled out a stack of crisp white papers, placing them on the table with a deliberate motion.
A divorce agreement.
The silence that followed was deafening.
“What do you mean—” Clyden started.
But then his words caught in his throat.
His eyes widened. He stared at me, truly seeing me for the first time since this dinner began.
Hannah’s smirk faltered. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Then, after a beat—
“Wait. You...You can hear?” Clyden’s voice was cracked.
