I remembered a key moment from the past—an event that I had nearly forgotten. During a banquet, I saved the life of Beta Valentin’s mate. Beta Valentin served Alpha King Shiloh. If I played my cards right, I could leverage that moment to my advantage.
Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and dialed Beta Valentin’s number. The call was brief, with me explaining my situation and request for a direct conversation with the Alpha King. Beta Valentin, ever loyal, promised to arrange the call. I hung up, feeling a sliver of hope. However, that hope was short-lived.
When the call finally connected, the Alpha King’s voice was cold, each word dripping with condescension. “Luna of Ironheart Pack,” he began, his tone formal and distant, “I hear you wish to discuss a matter of importance.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I responded, keeping my voice steady despite the unease curling in my gut. “I need your support. I’m seeking a divorce from Alpha Rennon and need to reclaim my birthright—my pack.”
A low, humorless chuckle rumbled through the phone. “This is your business, Luna. It has nothing to do with me.”
