Refuse To Be One of His Thirty Luna Candidates

I was Alpha Damon’s Head Beta. For six years, I had been his partner in bed and his second-in-command.When he announced our mating ceremony, the entire pack celebrated. My dream was finally within reach.But then, outside his private trophy room, I heard him bragging about his “Luna trials.”And just like that, I learned the truth.I wasn’t his one and only. I was one of thirty candidates.He’d spent a month with each of us, grading our bodies, our submission, our performance.My score? Lower than an Omega’s. Lower than Lydia’s.“Fucking Lydia was incredible,” he boasted. “I could barely pull myself away. Then I look at Elysia—so stiff, so in control—and I’m just… bored.”Ice flooded my veins. My body went numb.Six years of devotion. Countless nights tangled in his sheets. It all meant less than a cheap thrill and a wolf who knew how to kneel.My heartbreak hardened into ice. I sent a message to an Alpha who had wanted me long ago.“Adrian, you once said your offer to mate was a standing one. Does it still stand? Damon and I are over now.”