Alpha Theo's Unloved Luna - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

~ Gwen ~
“You are Gweneth Darwin, an alpha’s daughter and the luna of this pack,” Gwen faltered in her words as she tried to convince herself. “You have every right to be here.”
Gwen’s slender frame stood before the doors of the memorial hall. Despite being the luna of the pack, she lacked the confidence to call herself one. She looked sorrowful. Her face was pale and drawn, bearing the unmistakable marks of sleepless nights and unspoken grief.
“You can endure this, Gwen,” she said before finally walking in.
The commemorative hall was crowded, and when the people inside noticed Gwen’s arrival, they all turned to her, their revolted stares piercing through her frame.
The people of Port Leon gathered that day to attend the wake of Agatha Sanger, the most respected elder of the pack.
“Why is she here?” The pack members began to talk behind Gwen’s back, not bothering to keep their voices down.
“Of course, she would be here. Elder Agatha was her biggest supporter.”
“Well, she is our luna, right? So, she should be here, but with Elder Agatha gone, will she still be our luna?”
“I think, not for long. Her days are numbered.”
“Have you heard? Madison is back? She is here to take back her throne. She should be the rightful luna and not Gwen. How could our enemy’s daughter be our luna?”
“It’s all because of the prophecy. That was how she got lucky.”
Laughter echoed behind Gwen as she found an empty seat. When she settled, the pack members close by moved to the other seats.
Gwen maintained a poker face despite the uneasiness filling her heart. Yes, she was their luna and yes, they all despised her. She was used to the hate, but that did not mean it hurt less.
For minutes, she stared at the people honoring Agatha, standing by the casket. When they moved away, Gwen took her turn.
She studied Agatha’s lifeless frame and acknowledged the truth. Agatha was gone. Her heart was full of ache, and her tears could not help but flood her cheeks.
Gwen’s hands trembled as she touched the coffin’s glass window. Softly, she asked, “Oh, Agatha, what am I to do without you? How will I survive? Tell me, please. Tell me. I’ve been married to Theo for a year, but nothing has happened.”
Among the pack’s close-knits, only Agatha Sanger believed in Gwen. The elder was like a grandmother to her. She protected Gwen from the people who wanted to hurt her. If it were not for her, she might have already been dead. Thus, Agatha’s passing was a heavy burden on Gwen.
“Oh, who is that?”
“It’s Madison and Alpha Theo! They look good together!”
Gwen was still weeping before the coffin when she heard a fuss behind her. She turned to the hall’s entrance and saw her husband.
His presence should have eased her anxiety, but no. Theo Erhart, her husband of one year, was instead locked arms with a beautiful lady, and her name was Madison.
Madison.
How could Gwen forget the name and face of the person whose picture frame stood on her husband’s office desk?
Madison has always been the one in his heart. Not her.
Theo and Gwen had been together for a year, but not once did she earn the honor of having her picture in a frame, much less being placed on his office desk.
Instantly, Gwen felt a stabbing pain in her chest. It was no wonder Theo did not leave with her. Her husband, instead, came with Madison, his ex-girlfriend and true love.
As always, Theo looked undeniably handsome. He moved with ease, every step deliberate and smooth. His natural blend of charm and authority drew immediate respect and attention from everyone around him.
Gwen did not miss the gentle gaze her husband gave Madison. For the first time, she saw him smile, an affection Theo never granted her.
The worst part about Theo and Madison’s entrance was how his mother and sister walked behind them. This gesture reflected the Erharts’ support for Theo and Madison.
Gwen was never the in-law they wanted for Theo, it was Madison.
How humiliating. But what could Gwen do? From the start, she never had Theo’s love.
Though she gazed at her husband, Theo did not spare her a glance. To him, she was nothing more than a fleeting shadow, lacking significance in his life. Her feelings of worthlessness deepened as she realized he was entirely focused on Madison.
Gwen looked away, trying to conceal the pain consuming her heart. Silently, she mused, ‘Perhaps the pack members were right. My days of being Theo’s wife are numbered.’
Consumed with uneasiness, Gwen opted to wait for her husband at home. It was past two in the morning when Theo returned. When he walked in, Gwen immediately said, “Theo, you are back.”
Theo was startled by her presence. He frowned and asked,“Why are you still awake? Don’t you have a medical mission tomorrow?”
“I do, I - I just wanted to talk to you.” Gwen looked down at her hands before gazing back at Theo. She took a deep breath and asked, “So, you and Madison were together today. I wanted to know -”
“I want a divorce. This marriage should not have happened in the first place. Elder Agatha can no longer stop me,” Theo said without a moment’s hesitation.
‘Divorce.’ His announcement hit Gwen like a ton of bricks, catching her off guard.
It hurt. It earnestly hurt.
Gwen knew her place. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her husband, but she did. Despite her efforts to hold back her feelings, they grew stronger over the year.
Who could blame her? Beyond his striking features, Theo was a true alpha—strong and brave, defending his pack as if his life depended on it. He ruled with stern authority but cared deeply for his people. To Gwen, these qualities were genuinely admirable.
Additionally, they were intimate, and something about Theo’s touch melted her reasons. It was as though they were connected in ways she couldn’t describe.
Gwen had hoped that one day, Theo would look past her identity and eventually love her. She did not mind if she waited forever as long as she was by his side as his luna, but what about now? What has become of her fate?
“Is it because of Madison?” She softly asked.
“This has nothing to do with Madison. From the start, you knew I never wanted to marry you,” Theo reminded.
“But Theo, remember, Agatha said -” Gwen raised, hoping the elder’s past insight may still save her.
“Agatha might have missed something. I followed the elder’s suggestion for a year, but it has to end now. Let’s face it. We don’t love each other,” Theo said.
Gwen did not know where her courage came from, but she just had to try and salvage her marriage. She desperately asked, “Don’t you, Theo? Don’t you at least like me, even just a little? Am I really… that bad?”