A Revange to My Betrayed Beta Boyfriend

As the future Luna of the Silver Creek Pack, I once firmly believed that my destiny was carved in stone.

I would marry Beta Dean, unite our bloodlines, and become the future symbol of the pack.

But that night, all of my carefully constructed illusions shattered into dust.

It all began on a boring evening after training when I casually scrolled through my phone, looking for something to pass the time.

Suddenly, an update caught my attention—posted by Annie, Beta Dean’s first love, a Beta like him.

“Day 165 of my boating journey completed! Exhausted all day, planning to relax tonight.”

The photo showed a lavish suite, and the corner of the mirror reflected a man taking off his shirt.

There, unmistakably, bloomed a black wing tattoo on his hip—Beta Dean’s mark.

My hand trembled.

A comment under the post jokingly asked: “So, how was it tonight?”

Annie happily replied: “Nine times, haha!”

Nine times.

The number burned itself into my mind, searing deeper than any physical wound.

My heart tightened painfully.

In the world of werewolves, betrayal wasn’t just a private hurt—it was a public disgrace, a wound upon one’s lineage and soul.

Without thinking, I liked the post.

Then, calmly, I commented: “Enjoy yourselves.”

Less than a minute later, my phone buzzed.

Beta Dean was calling.

I answered the phone, my hand steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

His voice immediately came through, sharp and defensive:

“We were assigned the same living quarters during the pack’s endurance camp! You’re making a mountain out of nothing!”

There was no guilt, no shame.

Only disdain.

“You,” he sneered, “with your precious Alpha blood—do you think you’re better than everyone else?

Your jealousy is disgusting, Chloe.”

Each word he flung at me hit harder than the last.

In the hierarchy of our pack, Betas were expected to respect those of Alpha blood.

Beta Dean’s betrayal wasn’t just personal—it was a deliberate insult to my bloodline.

I said nothing more, hanging up the phone.

The existence of the Mate Bond had always made me feel tightly bound. We were supposed to be spiritually connected, shouldering the responsibility of the pack’s future.

But now, with Beta Dean’s betrayal, this once-strong bond was weakening, and I felt the invisible link between us quietly snap. I wondered if, as he shared intimacy with Annie, he felt the same connection that once belonged to us—and how it had vanished in that moment.

The next morning, I packed up the little pride I had left and left the temporary training grounds behind.

But even miles away, I could feel the eyes of the pack on me—whispers, rumors, and judgment already beginning to spread.

In the world of werewolves, reputation equals survival.

Once damaged, even the strongest wolves could be forced to their knees.

While I was attending a healing class with the pack’s healer, my father rushed in, and I could even see several pack members trailing behind him, loitering under the guise of tending to their duties, their ears keen, waiting for gossip.

I cautiously approached him.

“Father,” I said quietly, “I have broken off my engagement to Beta Dean.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then his face darkened like an impending storm.

“You broke off the engagement?” he roared, his voice full of disbelief. “For this nonsense?”

I stood stiffly under his furious gaze.

“He betrayed me,” I said, barely managing to force the words out.

“A man’s dalliances mean nothing,” he barked. “As Luna, your first loyalty is to the pack, not your petty emotions.”

My nails dug into my palms.

In our world, a Luna represented more than just personal pride—she bore the honor of the entire bloodline.

To be cast aside, to create scandal—it wasn’t just a personal failure.

It was a crime against the pack itself.

“I will not go back to him,” I said, my voice shaking but firm.

My father’s aura darkened dangerously. For a moment, I thought he might shift then and there out of rage.

Instead, he leaned in close, his voice a low growl meant only for my ears:

“If you continue down this path, you will be nothing but a stain upon our lineage.”

Without waiting for my reply, he turned and stalked away.