Revenge of the Scorned Luna

My name is Quinney. Quinney Thorne. Up until today, my life was perfect. I belong to one of the strongest of the allied southern werewolf packs. Pack Willow Crest. I turned eighteen exactly three weeks ago, today. I am the youngest of my father's children. I have a half sibling from my father's previous marriage. Keena. Her mother, Clara died during the birthing process following an attack on our pack. My father never treated her any differently from me and neither did my mother, Allison. Keena and I have always been close. She has been my best friend since I was little and my greatest supporter. She fought off my bullies during school, and people always found her impressive, despite her shortcomings. Keena was the product between my father and his Omega mate at the time. My mother and my father both come from impressive Alpha lineage. My grandfather was the Alpha of Pack Harvest Moon, which now exists under the control of my Uncle, Derrick. I was always proud of my Mom's family for never treating Keena any different than me, despite no blood shared between them, they have always held a close bond. That's why this hurts so much. I love Tristan. He's my mate. He chose me, we chose each other. We were supposed to spend our lives together, but here I am. Doing my best to keep myself on my feet as the rippling pains shoot through my chest and stomach. The physical pain of a bond being betrayed is like nothing I have ever felt before. No one ever tells you, no one ever prepares you for the severity of the agony that transcribes. Sure, the one doing the betraying might not feel anything. However, when you are due to be Luna... and you return from your Luna training to visit your mate and find him in his bedroom with your sister writhing in pleasure beneath him as he takes her. It's a lot to handle. Despite all the emotional trauma, the physical pain of the betrayal is the absolute worst. There are rumors that low ranking shifters have died from having their mate bond betrayed like this. It is taking everything I can to stay upright. I want to collapse. I want to fall to the ground, collapse in on myself and let the pain overtake me. It's too much. My cheeks feel wet from the tears that have flowed from my blue eyes down my face, and I'm positive my mascara with them. They haven't noticed me, I don't think. I could turn and walk away right now but I can't seem to move. I cover my mouth to hold in my sobs as the next wave of pain racks my chest down to my shattering heart. The pleasurable sounds coming from my sister's mouth confuse me. The words... I can't fathom where they are coming from. "Yes, Tristan! More!" Tristan chuckles and drives into her again. "What about your sister? Don't you feel guilty at all?" He teases. Keena. At the very least I expected her to regret her betrayal towards me. "No. I loved you first, Tristan. She doesn't deserve you. I love you! f**k me harder! I don't want to think about her while you're.. ugh! Quinn doesn't mean anything to me. Forget about her!" I don't know which is worse. The fact that my mate is actively sleeping with my sister in front of my eyes, or the fact that my sister doesn't harbor love in her heart for me. The fact that she could do this to me, and not even for one second consider how I feel. I have had enough. Tristan must have sensed me standing there. He turned their position, my sister to face me while he made eye contact with me and grinned in my direction. "Do you hate this, Quinn? Do you hate me? How about Keena? Can you hate her too? Tell me.. little mate. Does it hurt? If you would have submitted and tended to my every need like this little she-wolf here. I might not have had to look elsewhere. Oh, and Keena was so willing. She's been flirting with me since day one you know." I gritted my teeth together as the pain washed over me again and again. I was about to turn to walk away when Tristan growled at me through his teeth. "No. Stay! Watch as I finish inside your sister. Watch as I fill your hot older sister with my seed and leave her dripping and begging for more. Don't you dare walk away from me, I'm going to be Alpha, your commander and chief. Know your place!" Tristan was almost screaming at me as he continued to make me suffer, as he continued to plow into my sister. "Don't you dare look away, you b***h!" Tristan bellowed. I found myself drawn to the angry look in his eyes. My sister attempted to look everywhere but directly at me. Her voice continued to cry out for more even as a small glimmer of guilt hid behind her half-lidded eyes. Even now, Keena didn't want to take any accountability. I held a hand to my chest hoping that by applying pressure it would ease some of my agony. It didn't. Several minutes passed by. My own wolf had retreated on me, hiding off in the far corners of my mind and blocking herself in. She couldn't watch this, either. I could feel stabbing pain ripple through my abdomen next just as he seemed to finish inside of her. Keena got up and stumbled her way to the bathroom. Tristan slid off of the bed and closed the distance between us. "Now that the show is over. Here comes the really hard part." He grinned viciously down into me. His brown eyes boring holes into me as he flashed his teeth. "I Tristan Forrest of Pack Willow Crest, reject you, Quinney Thorne of Pack Willow Crest as my mate, and future Luna of this pack." The pain before was nothing compared to the pain now. I couldn't breathe. I fell into a crumpled mess on the floor as I doubled over. I felt like my heart was on fire and threatening to stop beating at any moment. I wished that I could protect my wolf, Skye from this. I could hear her panicked whimpering in the back of my mind. "Accept it! Or I swear Quinn, I'll.." I held up my hand and hardened my resolve. I sucked in a deep breath. "I, Quinney Thorne accept your rejection. We are mates no more." I spoke the words. I felt something inside me tighten and then snap completely. It took all I had to get back on my feet. "See? Wasn't that hard was it?" Tristan said, clearly proud of himself. "f**k you, Tristan." I said. I pulled myself away from him. I moved myself out of the room, down the stairs and out of the pack house. I stumbled a few times but I headed home. I was so done with feeling anything right now. A fury was building in my gut. I hated him. I hated the fact that he made me love him. I hate him for the fact that he turned my own sister against me. I hated how cruel he was, but most of all. I hated that I loved him. No more. As of today. I will no longer love Tristan Forrest, and I swear with everything I have that I will make him pay for his betrayal.