The Clawless Luna Wants Rejection: Read Chapters 1-5

"I love Alpha Usher Thorne."

Vione Celestia Munest was frozen. She remained motionless and said nothing in response to the confession she had just heard. How should she react? Should she continue to expend energy, as she had done before, knowing that it would be in vain?

Vione realized that Mireya Lark would not waver. Mireya would never leave, but neither would she.

"Why are you silent, Vione? Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Vione blinked. Her shoulders shifted slightly as she took a breath. "What do you expect me to say? You don't expect me to congratulate you, do you?"

This time Mireya remained silent. She stared at Vione with narrowed eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest, then walked around Vione with a mocking expression.

"I don't need your congratulations. It's not important, but I think someone is coming to her senses."

Vione closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and hoped in her heart that this disgusting conversation would end soon.

"Congratulations? Hmm. Doesn't this prove that you can finally accept the truth? Turns out it wasn't you who ruled Usher's heart all along. Not you, but me."

The air was trapped in Vione's chest. Thunder echoed there, releasing an uncontrollable heat.

"Enough, Mireya."

Mireya grinned mockingly. "Enough?"

"You shouldn't talk to me like that. Anyway, you should remember that, Meriya," Vione continued and opened her eyes. She breathed slowly and looked straight ahead. "I am his Luna."

Mireya's mocking smile vanished. The small steps that had been circling Vione stopped abruptly. Stunned, she decided to wait for Vione's next move.

But Vione did nothing. She did not say anything. Instead, she walked away from Mireya.

Mireya growled. For a moment, she rolled her eyes in disbelief. Vione just left like that?

Unacceptance made Mireya follow Vione. She grabbed Vione's hand and said, "You are nobody's Luna, Vione. Just as you realize that I'm the only one in Usher's heart, you should also realize that you were never the real Luna.”

Vione steadied herself. Mireya's words made her body tremble in an attempt to deny it, but it was all in vain. Mireya continued to corner her in every possible way.

"You know, right? The only reason you became Luna is because of that damn prophecy. Without Ayla's prophecy, it would be impossible for Usher to make you his Luna. You are a pitiful werewolf, Vione. You don't deserve to be Usher's mate."

It seemed that Vione did not need a reminder of the origin of the bond between her and Usher. All thanks to the prophecy of the Sacred Elder of the Frostholm Pack, Ayla Crandall.

Rarely in the history of the Frostholm Pack has a Luna been chosen based on a prophecy. According to the history in the pack's library, the last time it happened was 148 years ago. After that, Alphas always found their Luna by their own destiny.

The incident shook the pack. Some packs voiced their objections, but there was nothing they could do. Ayla's words were absolute and had to be obeyed, even by the Alpha.

As heir to the position of Sacred Elder, Ayla continued the important duties of the previous Sacred Elder. She led all the ceremonies and gave blessings to all the werewolf offspring. She also relayed every prophecy nature showed her, including the fate of Usher's mate.

Many disagreed. Some doubted Ayla's prophecy. But the Thorn family showed their authority. They accepted the prophecy and decided that Vione was the right werewolf to be Usher's mate.

Unfortunately, not everyone agreed. In their eyes, Vione was most unworthy of being Luna. She was unfit to be Usher's mate.

Vione lowered her face. She saw Mireya's grip and slowly let go.

"Deserving or not, the fact remains that I am the Luna now. Not you, Mireya."

"You—"

"No matter who holds the throne in Usher's heart, the fact remains that I am his mate now. Not you, Mireya."

Mireya's eyes widened, especially when Vione released her grip a moment later.

"I don't care how people see me, but I am Usher’s luna and mate. While you?"

Vione stared at Mireya without any emotion. After all, why bother with something she had already realized? Just pretend it doesn't exist and is meaningless.

"People only see you as Usher's mistress. Nothing more than that."

Vione closed her eyes as soon as she finished speaking. Mireya's hand floated down and landed on her cheek. The sound of the slap accompanied Vione's head tilting to the side.

Mireya's breath warmed. Her chest rose and fell as she glared at Vione in anger.

"What did you say?"

Vione felt a hint of bitterness at the corner of her lips, but she did not grimace. She held back the pain and smiled.

"Shall I repeat it?" Vione asked in a mocking tone. "Are you sure?"

Mireya did not answer but raised her hand again. The second slap was ready to land on Vione's cheek, but failed. Vione caught her wrist at the right moment.

"It seems you didn't understand my words earlier, Mireya. I am Usher's mate. Like it or not, I am Luna. So, watch your attitude."

Mireya growled as she tried to pull her hand away. "Watch my attitude? Dream on, Vione. You were never anyone's Luna. You should think about it; you're not worthy to be Luna. You should be self-aware. You are just a discarded werewolf without a family, a werewolf without claws".

Being destined to be Luna was not a bad thing. But to be born without a clear origin and claws was a catastrophe for Vione. Until this moment, she realized that these two things made her life feel like hell.

Vione tried to strengthen her resolve. She lifted her chin to build a camouflage that had successfully supported both of her feet so far.

"Imagine this, Mireya. Even with a family and claws, you still can't compete with me."

Mireya's face hardened even more. Vione's reaction fueled her anger. She could no longer control herself, but something caught her eye as she was about to retaliate against Vione.

"Let go of me, Vione! You're hurting me!"

Vione furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

Mireya's change of attitude confused Vione. She looked at Mireya with an expression of incomprehension, and suddenly a thunderous cry erupted.

"Vione! What are you doing with Mireya?!"

Vione jumped, not only from the scream, but also from the jolt that sent her stumbling backwards a few steps. Fortunately, she was agile enough not to fall.

"Usher."

Vione's eyes widened in disbelief at the scene. With her own eyes she saw Usher approach Mireya and check her wrist.

Vione gaped in disbelief. Could Mireya really pull off such a cheap trick?

"Are you okay, Mireya? Is anything hurt?"

Mireya shook her head as Usher examined her. "No, Usher. I'm fine. Thank you."

"Thank God," Usher said, turning away without letting go of Mireya. He made sure that Mireya was standing right next to him, and then stared sharply at Vione. "What's going on, Vione? What do you think you're doing with Mireya?"

Vione could see the mocking look on Mireya's face. Mireya also smiled, as if to signal that there was nothing she could do. Everything was clear. She meant absolutely nothing to Usher.

"What did I do to Mireya?" Vione repeated quietly. Her face was expressionless and she bit her lower lip. "You should ask your mistress about that, Usher. What did she do to me?"

Usher's eyes widened. Mireya also jumped when Vione spoke with contempt. Apparently, neither of them had expected Vione to retaliate.

"She, Usher. She's the one who slapped me. She also said I didn't deserve to be your Luna."

Usher could see the red mark on Vione's pale cheek, and Mireya noticed it too. She waited, wondering what Usher would do next.

"Looking at your behavior, maybe what Mireya said is true."

Vione was stunned, while Mireya felt relief in her chest.

"Your attitude really doesn't reflect a true Luna."

"Doesn't reflect a true Luna? Oh, dear Usher." Vione chuckled ironically while shaking her head repeatedly. "Can you tell me what a true Luna is? Is she a woman who willingly watches her husband's mistress enter her home?"

Usher clenched his jaw. "Watch your words, Vione."

"You must also watch your behavior, Usher."

"Vione!"

Vione did not have time to blink as Usher stepped forward, suddenly standing in front of her. She was shocked, but not for long. Usher immediately grabbed her throat, making it impossible for her to breathe.

"U-Usher."

Vione's hands went up. She tried to pull Usher's hands away from her throat. But the Alpha's strength would never be a match for her.

"U-Usher, let me go. I can't breathe."

Usher's stern face indicated that he was unmoved by Vione's plea. He stood still, his large fingers squeezing.

Vione struggled even harder. Her lungs rebelled and pain began to radiate throughout her body.

"U-Usher."

"You should watch your attitude, Vione. Don't think you're special just because we're pairing. You know very well that all this happened because of that damn prophecy."

Vione could not respond to Usher's words. She gasped for air and her eyes began to blur.

Tears began to trickle down. Her mouth widened and her vision began to blur.

Is this the end of my life? Is this the end of my patience?

Vione closed her eyes. In her heart she cursed herself. She should have left a long time ago. She should not have listened to Ayla's prophecy. She should have ignored the interests of the pack. After all, they were right.

I should have been self-aware. I am truly unworthy.

In the last moments, when Vione thought her breath would stop, Usher released her. She fell to the ground and took a quick breath, still alive.

"This is your final warning, Vione. Lay a hand on Mireya again, even a little, and you'll bear the consequences."

*

Vione must have heard wrong. Maybe Usher had misspoken. After all, how could an Alpha threaten his own Luna in front of his mistress?

It was not embarrassing, but it was heartbreaking. Even Mireya's slap could not compare to the reality that had just hit her.

True. In Usher's eyes there was only Mireya. Vione never meant anything. Just as people had said, she was just a worthless werewolf. She was an invaluable Luna.

Vione's vision was blurred by the tears. In the midst of her efforts to regulate her breathing, she saw Usher leave her to embrace Mireya again.

They looked harmonious. Both handsome and beautiful. They were like gods and goddesses who should be together.

"Usher, aren't you doing a little too much? Look at Vione. She seems to be in real pain."

Usher turned and looked at Vione with a snarl. His look was mocking and highly contemptuous.

"I thought it was the other way around. The punishment is not enough for what she did to you."

Vione tried to rise with great difficulty. She bit her lower lip violently as she clenched her fists. The pain in her heart was beyond words, but she tried to bear it with whatever strength she had left.

"You really are outrageous, Usher."

Usher ignored Vione. He dismissed Vione's words and concentrated on Mireya. He embraced Mireya and let her rest her head on his broad chest, caressing her.

Vione could not hold on any longer. Her remaining strength really did not allow her to stand any longer. So, she decided to leave as quickly as possible before Usher and Mireya humiliated her any further.

"You really have no heart, Usher."

Those were the last words Vione whispered before she really left the scene. She walked, strengthening her heart as she realized that her pitiful state was not enough to evoke pity from Usher.

Her body trembled. Vione's legs began to give way. She almost stumbled as she left the palace hall. But she was grateful. At least she left at the right time, just as Usher began to kiss Mireya, causing deafening cheers.

Vione leaned against the wall for a moment. She took in as much air as she could while closing her eyes. She gathered her courage and left before anyone saw her in such a humiliating state.

When she reached her room, Vione's defenses had completely collapsed. Her body went limp and she fell onto the bed. The tears she had been holding back finally poured out.

Vione squeezed the sheets. She held back the urge to scream out all the pain in her heart, because she did not want Usher and Mireya to hear it; they would surely laugh.

But the pain was truly agonizing. Her chest felt tight and Vione thought she would explode.

Vione sobbed. Amidst all the sadness and resentment, one question echoed in her mind. Why did she have to go through all this?

Fate should not be so cruel. Fate should not bring constant sorrow.

Not only was Vione born without a clear origin and claws, she also lost her dignity because of Usher's behavior. She was truly humiliated to the lowest point she had ever imagined.

How could you, Usher? How could you do this to me?

*

"I really didn't expect Vione to be so violent towards you, Mireya. Forgive me."

Mireya smiled. She saw Usher checking her wrist several times to make sure she was really unharmed.

"Why should you apologize? It's not your fault, Usher. It is Vione's fault and maybe mine."

Usher finished examining Mireya's wrist. "Yours?"

"Yes," Mireya nodded. She wore a guilty expression. "I shouldn't have come to The Palace. In the end, my longing only led me to meet Vione."

There was an interesting thing that made Usher smile. He cupped Mireya's neck and kissed her lips.

"If you miss me, you should contact me. Let me come to you."

Mireya's attitude became affectionate. She shook her head and said, "I came here on purpose because I wanted to surprise you."

"Your plan succeeded," Usher replied with narrowed eyes. He pointed at Mireya's slightly flushed wrist. "I was really surprised, and if I had come too late, I don't know what Vione would have done to you."

"Don't be angry, Usher. You know I did it because I missed you. Besides, I didn't expect Vione to act like that."

Usher sighed. He leaned against the sofa, then pulled Mireya's body toward him. He hugged her and his thumb began to caress Mireya.

"I didn't expect Vione to act like this either. She has never been rough with anyone before."

Mireya looked comfortable in Usher's embrace. "You saw it with your own eyes, Usher. She grabbed my hand very hard. She hurt me. I don't know what she would have done if you hadn't gotten there in time."

Usher nodded without words. He acknowledged Mireya's words and was grateful that his business on the plantation had been settled sooner than they should have been. He could not imagine what would have happened if he had come home later.

"I think it has to do with Ayla's prophecy."

Usher blinked. "Ayla's prophecy?"

"Yes, Ayla's prophecy. She can become your Luna because of this prophecy. Of course, that makes her vain. She feels special."

"Special?" Usher snorted, shaking his head. His laughter sounded faint. "She'll never be special. You'll see. Her life is truly pathetic."

A meaningful smile spread across Mireya's beautiful face. Her hand rose and rubbed Usher's chest. "Special or not. Pathetic or not. The truth is, she and I are not so different."

"What do you mean? Why do you compare yourself to Vione?"

"I didn't mean to compare myself to Vione, but I did," Mireya continued, exhaling. Her posture seemed to indicate fatigue, although in reality, unseen by Usher, she was smiling even wider. "Anyway, Vione is your Luna. So, I'm the one who's really pathetic in people's eyes, Usher. I keep on loving you while Vione, who has you."

“Mireya.”

Usher's voice rose. His casual embrace of Mireya vanished. He created enough distance to observe the sadness etched into Mireya's face.

"What did you say?"

Mireya smiled, but this time it was a bitter smile. "I speak the truth, Usher. I am indeed pathetic for loving a man who already has a mate. Especially since that mate was chosen directly by the Moon Goddess and approved by all the packs. Isn't that right?"

"No. Don't ever say you're pathetic, Mireya. You know that I love you, don't you?"

Mireya did not answer. She just remained silent, with a helpless look that continued to stare at Usher.

"Mireya."

Mireya nodded wearily. "I know, Usher. I know you love me."

Mireya's answer did not ease Usher's mind. On the contrary, he became even more agitated. He did not like to see Mireya whining and belittling herself.

"To hell with this prophecy, Mireya. It means nothing compared to my love for you."

"That may be true for you, but what about the others? You don't know, do you? Even Vione humiliated me earlier."

"What do you mean? What did Vione say to you?"

Again, Mireya did not answer. She turned away, avoiding Usher's gaze. "Forget it. You don't need to know. Maybe your love is only for making me your mistress."

Usher was stunned. He absorbed every word Mireya spoke and his face changed. His jaw hardened and veins began to show on his forehead.

"Did Vione tell you that?"

Mireya sighed without answering.

"Mireya, answer my question. Did Vione tell you that?"

Mireya's eyes closed dramatically for a moment, then she nodded. "Yes, she said that to me, Usher."

"Damn it."

"Damn it? No, Usher. You should know everything she said to me. Damn it is not enough to curse her."

"Tell me, Mireya. What did Vione say to you?"

Usher grabbed Mireya's chin. He stared at Mireya as if to signal that it was only right that she be honest with him.

"All right, Usher. I'll tell you everything that happened."

With a sad face and a withered look, it was not difficult for Mireya to distort the facts. She said that Vione had forbidden her to see Usher.

Not only that, but armed with the fact that Usher had arrived at the right time, Mireya added some dramatic elements.

Usher heard it all and held his breath. His blood was boiling. His anger rose in an unmistakable roar of disbelief.

"Among all this, there is one thing that hurts me deeply, Usher."

"Tell me, Mireya."

"She said that I still can't compete with her, regardless of having a family and claws. She will remain your owner and I will only be your mistress."

It seemed to be the only truth Mireya spoke. But she said it in a way that Usher understood it with a completely different meaning.

"How dare Vione say that to you. I won't forgive her."

Mireya rubbed Usher's chest, trying to calm his anger. "Let it go, Usher. Besides, what Vione said is true. I love you. You love me too. Unfortunately, I am nothing more than your mistress."

"Mireya, don't say that."

"What then, Usher? Nothing will change even if I don't say it. The reality won't change. I will still only be your mistress while Vione—" Mireya closed her eyes with a hurt expression. "She is the one who will be your mate."

Hearing a similar sentiment from Mireya made Usher even angrier. He grabbed Mireya's face and tilted it. He made her look straight into his.

"Look at me, Mireya," Usher ordered. Without blinking, he showed unwavering determination. "I love you. Forget Ayla's prophecy or the approval of the packs. In my heart there's only you."

For a moment, Mireya said nothing. She met Usher's gaze with a bitter smile.

"I know, Usher."

Mireya's words did not calm Usher. He growled.

"I would do anything for you, Mireya. I love only you."

Mireya nodded. "I know, Usher."

"Tell me, what do I have to do to make you trust me? I'll do anything to keep you from being sad."

Mireya's hand rose and gripped Usher's wrist. "Anything?"

"Anything," Usher nodded confidently. "Whatever it is. I'll do anything."

Anything. Mireya could feel Usher's determination and confidence. So, she had no hesitation in giving Usher what he wanted, the answer to his question.

"Including breaking your pairing with Vione?"

*

"W-what?" Usher blinked. "Breaking our pairing?"

"Why? Don't you want to?"

Usher did not answer, and Mireya immediately freed herself. She stood up while Usher looked puzzled.

"It seems that what Vione said is true. In your eyes I'm nothing more than a mistress."

"Mireya."

Usher stood quickly and grabbed Mireya's hand. He held it tightly, preventing her from moving any further.

"Usher, let me go."

Usher shook his head. "No."

"Don't be selfish, Usher. You won't let me go, but you won't let Vione go either? Do you want to have both of us?"

Mireya's accusation left Usher speechless. He remained silent while Mireya tried to pull her hand away.

"I'm not selfish, but..."

Usher's words hung in the air. He took a breath, and confusion creased his forehead.

Something was not right here. Something was wrong and Usher could sense it. But what?

"But what, Usher?"

In one swift movement, Mireya managed to free her hand from Usher's grip. But instead of walking away, as Usher had expected, she turned to face him.

"Tell me. But what?" Mireya pressed passionately. "But you won't let go of Vione?"

Usher shook his head. "It's not like that, Mireya."

"Then what is it?" Mireya took a step back as Usher approached. She brushed Usher's hand away as it tried to reach her. "Do you really love Vione?"

Usher's eyes widened. His mouth opened, but he felt something strange as he tried to refute Mireya's accusation.

No. I don't love Vione. I don't—argh!

Usher closed his eyes. Suddenly, an invisible, heavy weight seemed to fall on his head. He was dizzy with a throbbing pain.

Usher's painful moan startled Mireya. Concerned, she approached Usher.

"Usher, what's wrong?"

Usher endured the pain, holding his head with one hand and growling. "My head, Mireya. My head hurts."

Mireya's eyes widened. Panic was written all over her face and she quickly urged Usher to sit down.

"Wait, Usher. I'll get you some medicine."

Usher ignored Mireya. He fought the increasing pain and squeezed his hair with both hands.

"Hold on, Usher."

Mireya quickly prepared tea and grabbed a painkiller from the bedside table. She helped Usher take the medicine.

"Relax. The pain will be gone soon."

Mireya placed the empty cup on the table and led Usher to the bed. She covered him with a blanket and said,

"Rest. I'll stay here and take care of you. If you need anything, just let me know."

Usher nodded once and Mireya said nothing more. The atmosphere fell into silence. The only sound for the next few moments was Usher's moaning as the pain continued.

Mireya remained patient. She did not move, proving her words that she would take care of Usher. Motionless, she sat without moving an inch.

Time passed, not insignificantly. Usher's moaning finally stopped. He no longer moaned in pain and now seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Mireya sighed with relief. "I'm glad I wasn't too late."

*

Usher was not sure how long he'd been asleep. In a brief moment of regained consciousness, he remembered that he had come home early that day because his business at the plantation didn't take much time. He had probably arrived around eleven in the morning.

The quarrel between Vione and Mireya welcomed Usher's return. They argued so much that he had to warn Vione. Then the pain hit him. Right after Mireya pushed him to break the pairing with Vione, the pain came, almost splitting his head.

Vione.

Usher blinked. He turned around to find Mireya sleeping nearby. Mireya had really taken care of him and had not even let go of his hand.

"Mireya."

Usher's hand moved, landing on Mireya's head. His thumb moved and stroked Mireya gently.

Mireya's sleep was disturbed. Her eyelids moved several times before she woke up completely.

"Usher," Mireya whispered happily. "Are you awake?"

Usher nodded.

"How are you feeling?"

Usher stood up and Mireya helped him sit up, leaning against the bed. "No more pain," he replied, cupping Mireya's face with one hand. "Thank you."

"Thank God. I feel relieved now. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, Usher."

"I'm fine. It was just a normal headache."

A regular headache with an extraordinary amount of pain. Frankly, Usher was not sure of his words. He had never had a headache this bad before. It was so painful that he thought his head would explode. Luckily, Mireya gave him the medicine in time.

"You still need to rest, Usher. I'll have the servants prepare meal for you."

Mireya's words made Usher turn around. He looked at the wall clock and opened his eyes wide. It could not be that he had slept so long, could it?

Mireya chuckled softly when she realized Usher's train of thought. "Indeed. You slept almost five hours. Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh! Now that I think about it," Usher said, rubbing his stomach. His forehead creased and he nodded. "It seems I am hungry."

"Wait a moment. The servants will bring your meal, and in the meantime, it looks as if I must go home."

Reflexively, Usher took Mireya's hand. "You want to go home?"

"Yes, Usher. I don't want to disturb your rest."

"You are not disturbing my rest. In fact, you're taking care of me."

Mireya smiled. "Thank you for thinking that way, but I think I need to rest as well."

Usher narrowed his eyes. He looked at Mireya with an uncertain look. Didn't Mireya often rest in The Palace? More precisely, in his room?

"Today has been exhausting for me, Usher. I need time to think about everything."

Usher's face changed. "Mireya, you don't mean—"

"I love you, Usher. You know that, but I can't stand being put down by Vione all the time. I just can't."

Usher could see the implicit wounds in Mireya's eyes. The serene look that Mireya always radiated was gone, and he knew exactly why.

"Forgive me, Mireya. I know that my words must have hurt you."

Mireya took a deep breath. She smiled, but it was obvious that she was in pain. "It's okay, Usher. I am wise enough to realize my position. I shouldn't expect something that will never be my destiny. I don't deserve to be at your side. I—"

"Who said that?" Usher interrupted quickly; his eyes fixed on Mireya. "Who said you don't deserve to be at my side?"

"Usher."

"You must know, Mireya. You are the woman I dream of. You are beautiful and you are strong."

Usher's unwavering gaze left Mireya astonished. Especially the words Usher spoke enchanted her for a moment.

"You love me, Usher. Yes, of course you love me. I am always at your side, I accompany you. I am valuable, unlike Vione, who doesn't even have claws."

A hint of a smile appeared on Usher's stern face and he nodded. "True. You know I love you very much, and I will prove it."

"Prove it?" Mireya blinked with a slowly increasing heartbeat. "How will you prove your love, Usher?"

"I will break my pairing with Vione."

*

Garth Morris had just finished his work five minutes ago. There was a proposal for the purchase of plantation goods that he had to review, followed by checking several messages that had piled up in Usher's email. A busy day, but it seemed he could not rest for a few hours.

His phone rang. Garth took the phone out of his pocket and answered it immediately.

"Hello, Alpha Usher."

"Come to The Palace immediately."

An order without hesitation. Garth did not even have time to express his compliance when the call was immediately ended on the other end.

It seemed to be something important.

Garth did not waste any time. He left the office immediately and drove to The Palace.

Fortunately, the road was not as busy as usual. Garth arrived at the palace about 40 minutes later and went straight to Usher's office.

"What's up, Alpha?"

Usher looked at the Beta standing at attention in front of him. "Go get Vione."

Garth had not expected Usher's order to have anything to do with Vione. He thought it had something to do with work or the problems of the pack.

"There's something important I need to tell Vione, but it turns out she left without telling me. It seems she went to her parents' house because she obviously has nowhere else to go."

Garth nodded with an uneasy feeling. Usher's behavior seemed unusual, so he furrowed his brow. "Understood, Alpha."

"Don't forget. After you pick her up, tell her to meet me immediately."

Garth gave one last obedient nod before leaving. Usher was left alone and decided to work on some tasks while waiting for Vione's arrival. Occasionally Usher glanced at his watch. Trying to immerse himself in work while waiting did not help at all. Waiting was still waiting, and he did not like it.

"Such childish behavior. After causing a ruckus, she's the one who leaves, pretending to be the victim," Usher grumbled, remembering Vione's attitude. He twirled the pen in his hand with an uncertain expression. "Is she going to complain to her adoptive parents?"

It would not make any difference, but Usher would not forget the fact that Vione's adoptive parents—Hilary Russell and Addy Roberto Munest—had a good relationship with his parents—Jemma Lumina Vale and the late Kendrick Thorne. They had worked at the Palace, and everyone liked them. So, he realized it was not strange that his parents had accepted Ayla's prophecy without a second thought.

Despite her obscure origins and lack of claws, Vione had been a popular shewolf. She had been bullied, especially during her childhood and adolescence, but that did not change the fact that she had a good relationship with everyone.

This made Usher uneasy. He wondered if Vione would complain to Jemma as well.

Hopefully not.

Usher might be an Alpha, but he never thought about getting into a fight with his own birth mother. Especially after the death of the previous Alpha, he just wanted to see Jemma live in peace. Losing a mate was not an easy thing, and Jemma had gone through unimaginably hard times. Now it was time for Jemma to find happiness in solitude.

The faint sound of the door opening caught Usher's attention. All his thoughts vanished as he saw Vione enter with an expressionless face.

Vione walked and Usher rose from his seat. They walked toward each other until they met in the middle of the room.

Both footsteps stopped. Both pairs of eyes locked on each other.

"Why did you go back to your parents' house?"

"I just didn't want to be a spectator of the indecent acts in this palace."

"Vione!"

Vione clenched her fists and tried to hold her ground. "Besides, isn't it a good thing? You and Mireya can be intimate without my interference."

Usher clenched his jaw. His eyes narrowed and his jaw hardened with each passing moment.

"Are you mocking me, Vione?"

"Are you offended?" Vione replied with a mocking expression. "Good, if you're offended. Besides, it seems that it's only you, the Alpha, who openly allows his affair to come to The Palace."

"Watch your words, Vione."

"I'll watch my words the day you watch your behavior, Usher. Do you know? I'm disgusted with you."

Usher's eyes widened. "What did you say? You're disgusted with me?"

"Yes. I'm disgusted with you. You're really disgusting."

"You're really disgusting, Vione. Don't you consider me your Alpha anymore?"

"Alpha?"

Vione repeated that one word and she grimaced. A moment later she burst into laughter, but her eyes showed pain. The laughter intensified, and the pain she felt became even more unbearable.

"I have always thought of you as my Alpha, Usher. I promised to devote myself to you, but I never thought this would happen to me."

Usher's anger was disturbed. The emotions caused by Vione's attitude were hindered by something he did not understand.

"V-Vione."

"To be honest, I've been wondering about that for a long time, Usher. Why?" Vione raised her chin as high as she could. She challenged Usher even though her eyes were starting to get hot. "Why did you accept me as your mate if you love Mireya?"

Damn it. The pain returned and Usher frowned, trying to bear it.

"You should have rejected the prophecy, Usher. You know that, right? What you're doing hurts me."

The pain rebelled. Usher growled, but Vione was unyielding.

"You really are heartless to me, Usher. Of all people, you're the one who understands my fears the best. Then you use them to hurt me."

Usher closed his eyes. Vione's words echoed in his head, intensifying the pain.

No. Something is wrong here.

Usher took a deep breath. He tried to calm himself and when he opened his eyes, he saw tears streaming down Vione's face.

Vione blinked. She tried to stop herself, but she could not. The tears welled up and flowed down her cheeks.

"You know I love you and you're hurting me."

Usher's growl exploded. His body lost control and he collapsed to the floor. His hand rose, trying to reach Vione. But Vione chose to walk away, wiping away the tears that continued to fall.

"V-Vione."

*

Vione ignored several pairs of sympathetic eyes that stared at her. It was not the first time; she had received such looks many times before. Being small, it was only natural for people to pity her.

But this was different. It seemed that in the history of the Frostholm Pack, no Luna had ever suffered such a tragic fate. Usually they lived happily, cherished, and loved by everyone, not only by the pack but also by the Alpha.

Unfortunately, that was not the case for Vione. The hopes and dreams that had filled her days after Ayla's prophecy were gone. Without the love and affection of the Alpha, she truly became a pitiful Luna.

After arriving in her room, Vione let out all her sadness. She let out all the screams and tears she had been holding back. Her chest hurt and she thought she could not take it anymore.

Maybe this was the end. Maybe it was time to give up.

Vione could not take it anymore. She knew her limits and she had crossed them.

It was not just the pitying looks people gave her. No, Vione had been trained to steel her heart against all forms of pity. She was immune to it and no longer cared. But this was about Usher.

Why have you done this to me, Usher?

In Vione's memory, Usher was the most perfect man in the world. Not only was he capable and responsible, but he was also very caring and loving.

Usher would not hesitate to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. He never discriminated between people and appreciated everyone without limitations.

However, there was no doubt about Usher's firmness. The weight of responsibility on his shoulders made him wise and professional, not only in the affairs of the pack, but also in his work.

So, it was not surprising that many women fell in love with Usher, including Vione. Especially since they had known each other since they were young, and Vione had fallen deeply in love.

But Vione did not dare to be greedy. She kept her love hidden for years, content to see Usher from afar. That was enough; she found reasons to help her parents work at The Palace as long as she could see Usher. At least her longing could be satisfied.

That's how Vione lived day after day until Ayla announced her prophecy. Everyone was shocked, but no one dared to contradict her. So, she and Usher became a couple approved by the Moon Goddess and the entire realm.

At that time, Vione thought her life was about to change. She believed she would finally find true happiness, but it did not happen. Usher and Mireya's affair, happening right in front of her eyes, shattered all those beautiful dreams.

Vione closed her eyes, trying to banish all those painful shadows, but it was difficult. Everything seemed to be spinning in her head, and her tears flowed even more intensely.

Pain. Bitterness. Everything accompanied Vione in her loneliness. With no one at her side, she was surrounded by silence.

Vione fell asleep, exhausted, and sad. Her tears dried up and she lost track of how long she had been unconscious. One thing she was aware of was the gentle touch on her cheek that woke her.

Her eyelids moved slightly, and her curly hair swayed gently. Vione awoke, and for a moment she tried to focus her gaze. Confusion struck Vione immediately. Her forehead wrinkled and she sat up quickly.

"Argh."

Vione's head felt heavy, probably from crying too much.

"Vione, are you okay?"

Vione held her head and shook it. "No. I just feel dizzy."

"Wait. I'll get you some water."

A moment later, a glass of warm water was in Vione's hand. She sipped at it slowly, and an instant relief washed over her.

"How do you feel now?"

Vione sighed. "Better."

"Thank God."

The empty glass changed hands. Vione stood still, with growing confusion.

"Usher."

Usher turned after placing the empty glass on the bedside table. "Yes?"

"What are you doing here?" Vione asked without beating around the bush. "This is my room, not yours."

Another bitter truth, they had separate rooms. They had spent the night together only once, on their wedding night. After that, Usher had ordered Vione to sleep in her own room.

"Oh, that." Usher took a deep breath. He shuffled closer and approached Vione, who was sitting against the headboard. "I know this is your room, Vione."

"In that case, what are you doing here?"

"Do I need a reason to be here?"

Vione fell silent. What Usher had said was true. He did not need a reason for anything he did.

"No, you don’t."

But Vione had not expected Usher to come to her after the events of the day. They had argued with Mireya and Usher. They had fought.

So, it was reasonable for Vione to have wild suspicions. She was sure that Usher would not come unless it had something to do with what had happened earlier.

"You don't need a reason, but I know you'd never set foot in my room without a reason. So, Usher? Just say it. Don't beat around the bush."

"If you want a reason, fine. I'll tell you."

Vione held his breath. Dark thoughts intensified. Could this be related to their argument earlier? When she had mentioned love and prophecies and relationships?

Was Usher going to...

"I want to check on you, Vione."

All the bad thoughts and questions instantly vanished from Vione's mind. She stared at Usher without blinking.

"I apologize for everything that happened today," Usher continued, cupping one of Vione's cheeks. His thumb moved, gently caressing, full of emotion. "I know I hurt you, but I beg you. Forgive me. Please."

Vione blinked. She must be dreaming. "Usher."

"Forgive me, Vione. You know you're not the only one who loves me. I..." Usher's thumb stopped. He met Vione's gaze and continued. "...love you too."

Vione's body was like dry leaves caught in a gust of wind. It fell and scattered aimlessly. She was disoriented and lost.

"W-what, Usher? What did you just say?"

"I love you, Vione. It's not because of a prophecy or anything like that. It's because of both of us. I love you. Please, for the first time I beg you. Whatever happens, never doubt my feelings. I love you.”

Vione could not say anything. Usher's words were beyond her imagination. It seemed impossible and unlikely.

"I don't care where you come from. I don't care if you don't have claws. For me, you are the only one."

Vione took a breath, but instead she could not breathe. "Usher."

"I love you, Vione."

For the umpteenth time, Usher expressed his feelings, and Vione found her heart beating with a rhythm she had never felt before.

"I love you too, Usher. I love you so much."

The declarations of love were returned. Vione did not need anything more. Everything was enough, but Usher surprised her again.

"I want to give you something. I want you to accept it and wear it forever."

"What is it?"

Usher did not answer with words, but reached into his pocket and pulled something out. He showed Vione a necklace with a half moon on it.

Vione remained silent in unimaginable happiness. Whatever she had prayed for, that night brought an unexpected surprise. Not only did she receive an unbelievably sweet declaration of love, but Usher also gave her a necklace.

"I want you to always wear this," Usher said, right next to Vione's ear as she put on the necklace. "Never take it off, no matter what."

Vione nodded and lowered her face. She looked at the necklace, now hanging beautifully around her neck, and then she realized something. She saw that Usher wore a similar necklace.

"You're right. I'm wearing it too."

Vione's curiosity was answered even before she asked. She smiled as she continued to hold the moon pendant.

"It's a very beautiful necklace, Usher. Thank you."

Usher said nothing. He remained silent, but his eyes reflected the most beautiful smile Vione had ever seen.

Vione was amazed. She realized that for the umpteenth time she had fallen for Usher's charm.

"Ah."

Something suddenly occurred to Vione. She stared at Usher intently, trying to remember. She wasn't sure, but Usher's mature face and the half moon necklace seemed familiar.

"What is it? Is there something?"

Vione blinked, then shook her head. "No. I suddenly remembered our childhood. Do you remember? I almost drowned in the lake once."

"I still remember. And then?"

"You were so panicked then. You wanted to save me, but you couldn't swim either. So, we almost drowned together."

Usher nodded with a broad smile. "That was then. Now I can swim."

"I know, but I don't plan on almost drowning again."

But that was not what Vione meant. So, she took a deep breath before continuing.

"Now that I think about it, your eyes resemble the man's."

Usher's wide smile froze. "Wh-what?"

"Your eyes," Vione repeated, cupping Usher's face with both hands. As if to confirm, she stared into Usher's eyes for a moment without blinking. "Your eyes are like the eyes of the man who saved us. Besides..."

Vione's gaze shifted. This time she looked at the chain around Usher's neck. The uncertainty was strong, but for some reason Vione felt she was not wrong.

"Wasn't he wearing that necklace too?"

Usher sighed. He lifted Vione's chin to make her look at him again. "What are you saying, Vione? How can you bring up another man when we're together?"

"O-oh." Vione blinked, embarrassed, then shook his head. "No. I didn't mean that."

"In my eyes, you did. Um. Can't you just think about me?"

"I do, Usher. I think about you all the time. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you."

Finally, Vione was able to express everything. Not only about love, but also about how she got through those days. Usher has always been an inseparable part of her life and death.

"Vione."

Vione radiated sincerity with her look and smile. Her expression was so serene that Usher momentarily forgot to breathe.

His lungs tightened, but Usher ignored them. It was as if he did not care about himself when he realized there was something more important than breathing.

So, Usher reached for Vione's neck. With a quick glance he saw Vione close her eyes and their lips met.

They opened and embraced. Usher noticed that his lungs calmed down again, thanks to the oxygen he was breathing in. It was wonderful to breathe oxygen in the most beautiful way.

"U-Usher."

Vione's soft voice was like a heavenly melody. His tones were melodious and radiated an addictive charm that never bored Usher. So, he continued with a demanding desire.

Vione was startled. Her eyes opened, although she could not focus on anything. For a moment she saw the tattoo of the Alpha that adorned Usher's sturdy neck, its occasional golden glimmer mesmerizing her. After that, she did not know where her gaze went. She fumbled, feeling uneasy as she realized Usher's kiss had moved.

Wet. Warm. Usher's lips traced the nape of Vione's neck, making the owner feel a warmth throughout her body.

"Do I need a reason to spend the night here?"

Usher's whisper shattered Vione. Her heart beat faster and she could not utter a word in response, only nodding once.

But that was enough. Usher did not need a clearer answer to unbutton Vione's shirt, undoing each button in a whisper.

"Promise me, Vione."

Vione's eyes rolled. Then she closed them. Everything disappeared from her mind when Usher touched her.

Without barriers. Without distance. Usher and Vione merged harmoniously.

"Whatever happens, Vione. Promise me."

Vione pressed the sheets together. A sigh echoed in her chest and she bit her lower lip as hard as she could before nodding.

"I promise, Usher."

*

The morning sunlight poured in through the vents and tried to pierce the thickness of the curtains that still covered all the large windows in the room. Its brightness and warmth cast a beauty that should have been irresistible to anyone, including Vione.

Slowly Vione opened her eyes. With the return of consciousness, a beautifully curved smile adorned her face. She let out a small sigh, and fleeting memories flashed through her mind.

Usher and I....

Vione paused for a moment. Last night had been beautiful, but she wondered if it was real or just a dream.

Still fresh in Vione's mind, she and Usher had a fight. She cried and ran across the room. Her consciousness faded as exhaustion and sadness overcame her.

But it seemed real. For when Vione looked around, all the evidence left behind testified without a doubt.

Her clothes were strewn across the floor. In addition, there were visible red marks on her chest. And as if that weren't enough, a strand of necklace hanging from her neck was the answer to all doubts.

Vione grabbed the necklace. Now her heart and emotions were truly full. She felt as if she were floating and did not want to touch the ground again.

It was the second time since their wedding night. After so long, Vione could feel Usher's warmth and love again. His touch, his whisper and his dominance were the same as before, unchanged in the slightest.

"I love you, Vione."

Not just once. Usher repeated the same words over and over again. He said it often, all the time their bodies were joined and clinging to each other with sweat.

Vione would not forget. She would remember it forever.

A moment passed and Vione's happiness was interrupted by a tingling excitement. Her heart raced again as she vividly remembered Usher's tight embrace last night. His firm hands had captured her and would not let go. It was only natural for her to fall asleep in peace.

Wait.

Vione's smile and happy face vanished. She blinked and lowered her eyes, then realized something.

"Usher?"

No more hug. Vione turned immediately; disappointment etched on her face.

The pillow beside her was empty. Usher was gone.

But Vione's disappointment did not last long. She hurried. She got out of bed, ignoring the mess left by the passionate love of the night before, and quickly got ready.

There was still time. Vione had about thirty minutes before Usher was scheduled to leave for the office.

So, Vione dressed. She applied makeup and made sure she looked as neat and beautiful as possible.

As Vione descended the stairs, she saw Usher and Garth crossing the front hall of The Palace. She quickened her pace and decided to run.

"Usher."

Usher and Garth both stopped. They turned to see Vione approaching hastily.

"Usher."

Vione's beaming face made Usher furrow his brow and ask, "What's going on?"

"Going to the office?"

Usher's frown deepened and he replied curtly, "Of course I'm going to the office. Where else would I go?"

"Ah," Vione mumbled apologetically, blinking in embarrassment. She watched Usher, noting the annoyance on his handsome face. "O-of course, you're going to the office."

A strange feeling surfaced, causing Vione to furrow her brow. She had not expected Usher's abrupt attitude. Honestly, she thought she would get a nice answer from Usher after what they had been through last night.

"What are you really doing, Vione? Running out and calling me just for an insignificant question like this?"

Usher's accusation startled Vione and she shook her head quickly.

"N-no, Usher. I didn't mean it like that. I just..."

"You really are a pain, Vione," Usher interjected with a sigh. He seemed to be getting irritated. "Can't you go a day without making a fuss? Early in the morning you're screaming like a lunatic."

Vione's eyes widened. "A mad person?"

Not only Vione but also Garth jumped at Usher's choice of words. He sighed and blinked uncomfortably.

"Yes, a mad person. Well, I hope you can control yourself."

Vione gaped. She stared at Usher in disbelief.

"Don't make me lose my patience, Vione. I don't want a repeat of yesterday's mess."

"W-what, Usher?"

Usher was sure Vione heard him, so he did not repeat himself. Instead, he warned Vione of something else.

"One thing you must understand. I don't want you to bother Mireya. If you do, be prepared for the consequences."

Vione stumbled. Usher's warning contradicted the expressions of love she had received the night before. Did it make sense? After love had enveloped them together, this was what happened?

"W-what did you say, Usher? You don't want me to bother Mireya?"

Again, Usher saw no need to repeat what was already clear. He raised his left hand, glanced at his watch, and said, "I have to go now. I don't want to waste my valuable time dealing with your complaints," he said with a grin. His gaze collided with something Vione was wearing, and he commented mockingly, "Such an ugly necklace. It fits you perfectly."

After that, Usher really left. Garth, torn between emotions, could only offer a thin smile before following the Alpha. Now Vione was left alone, frozen in disbelief.

"W-what did he say?" Vione wondered, holding her necklace. "Such an ugly necklace?"

*

There is a precious place in Solaris City, a vast vineyard that spans thousands of acres. Nestled among lush green hills, it offers a breathtaking view, especially on a clear day.

Peace and quiet—those are the two things you're guaranteed to feel when you set foot there. Just like Usher did.

The helicopter had just landed about five minutes ago. Its arrival stirred up various objects in the air, be they leaves, twigs, or perhaps small pebbles that had been helplessly tossed aside. It was as if nature itself was clearing the way to honor the Alpha's presence.

Austin Hayes, the agricultural director in charge of the vineyard, had been waiting for Usher along with his staff. Despite his confusion at Usher's sudden return, he had prepared as best he could. There might be other important matters that would prompt Usher to visit again.

"Good morning, sir."

Usher walked on. "Good morning."

Austin started to follow Usher, but Garth stopped him. The Beta, who also served as Usher's personal assistant for work-related matters, intervened.

"Mr. Usher just wants to take a walk. You may continue with your work."

Austin nodded, confused. "Alright."

Afterwards, Garth quickly caught up with Usher. He followed wherever Usher's footsteps led without saying a word. After all, he had come to understand Usher's nature after years of service.

Something weighed on the Alpha's mind. Something made him restless. That's why he had ordered Garth to cancel all plans for the day and to prepare the helicopter.

Usher needed rest and he was lucky to have a place that promised just that. The atmosphere was harmonious and shielded from the noise of the world. The only sound that could disturb him was the chatter of the grape pickers.

Usher walked on, moving through the vines that covered the ground. He savored the fresh scent of grapes wafting through the air. For a moment, it truly soothed his soul.

"I've been feeling restless lately, Garth."

Garth continued to follow Usher at a steady pace. "What is troubling you, Alpha?"

"I don't know," Usher replied, breathing out. He glanced around the vineyard, not sure where, then sighed. "I don't know what's bothering me, but I feel restless."

"Perhaps you need more rest, Alpha. It's been too much work lately, and you've been dealing with the problems of the pack. How about I arrange a vacation for you? Perhaps a week in the mountains will help you find some peace."

An interesting idea, but Usher was not interested. "No. There's too much work that will be neglected if I take a vacation now."

Garth did not argue.

"Hopefully things will get better soon."

Usher ended the conversation. He walked on, this time signaling to Garth not to follow him. He needed some time alone.

Time passed. The harvesters had worked three shifts that day. The clear sky that had turned searing was slowly fading. The sun began to show signs of saying goodbye.

Usher did not know how long he'd been wandering around the vineyard. Strangely, he did not feel tired at all.

The helicopter took Usher and Garth back to the city. They landed when the sky had darkened and a car took Usher back to The Palace while Garth stayed behind at the office.

It was an exhausting but also unpleasant trip. If there was one word Usher would choose to describe it, it would undoubtedly be emptiness.

Everything felt hollow. Usher thought of himself as an empty cup.

What is happening to me? Why is my mind so restless?

The car came to a stop. Usher had arrived at The Palace. The door opened and he got out immediately.

Usher walked. He climbed the stairs without enthusiasm, then suddenly stopped.

Instinct kicked in. Usher turned to the left side of The Palace, squinting his eyes as if trying to pierce the darkness there. He waited, but the rustling he had heard stopped with time.

Nothing was happening. Everything seemed fine. But an Alpha's instincts were not easily fooled.

Usher took out his phone. He called Garth.

"Increase security at The Palace."

*

"Who's crazy? Me or Usher?"

Vione asked herself a similar question countless times that day. She was truly confused as she paced her room, still clutching her necklace.

"Even stranger, how could he say my necklace was ugly? That necklace was a gift from him."

The more Vione thought about it, the more perplexed she became. But she could not shake the strangeness from her mind. Trying to sleep was futile; her brain kept presenting oddities that kept her awake.

The sound of the door opening caught Vione's attention. In the brief moment she turned, a suspicion arose. No one entered her room without knocking, unless it was him.

"Usher."

Usher approached Vione and took off his leather jacket and hat. He also removed the mask that covered half of his face.

"Where have you been?"

The confusion that had accompanied Vione all day vanished when she saw Usher's unusual appearance. Casually, she wondered where Usher had been the night before.

"I was at the vineyard all day. I toured around and only arrived at The Palace around eight."

Vione furrowed her brow. Hadn't Usher dressed formally before leaving The Palace earlier?

"You didn't sleep?"

Not only Usher's question interrupted Vione's thoughts, but also the thumb caressing her cheek.

"Uh, no," Vione replied nervously. "I'm not sleepy yet."

"It's midnight and you're not sleepy. Are you waiting for me?"

"Waiting for you?"

Vione's eyes widened. A blush immediately made its presence known on both her cheeks. Usher smiled and Vione became even more embarrassed.

"I'm not waiting for you, Usher. I just..."

"It seems like I've been waiting all day for the right time to be with you," Usher interjected, silencing Vione's words. He looked at her, then sighed. "I miss you, Vione."

Vione blinked. "Miss me? Um. We just haven't seen each other for a day, Usher."

"A day that tried my patience."

As if to prove his words, Usher stepped forward. He closed the remaining distance and lowered his face. He planted a brief kiss on Vione's slightly parted lips.

Vione's body shook to her toes. She opened her eyes to find warmth glowing in Usher's eyes.

Vione held her breath. She tried to remain calm amidst the onslaught of relentless heartbeats. Every cell in her body was awakening, every nerve signaling an unstoppable joy.

"Usher," Vione whispered as their lips parted. "Are you staying here again?"

"What do you think?"

"In my opinion..."

Both of Vione's hands rose. Her slender fingers traced the edge of Usher's shirt. She squeezed the soft fabric for a moment, then slid them over Usher's head.

Vione touched Usher's broad chest. Her touch was gentle and made Usher growl.

"...yes."

As soon as the single word escaped her tongue, Vione found herself floating. She wrapped her legs around Usher's waist and they fell onto the bed.

*