The Rejected Luna's Second Chance
The night I was supposed to become Luna of Bloodmoon Pack, my fated mate rejected me in front of everyone.
Caden Ahearn looked me in the eyes and said the words that ripped our bond apart. His brother accused me of attacking him. His mother smiled while I vomited on the ceremony platform. And the man I loved—the man who'd held my hands until now—walked away like I was nothing.
I was banished at dawn. No pack. No family. No future.
I ended up bleeding in the rain on enemy territory, half-dead from rejection sickness, waiting for rogues to finish what Caden started.
That's when he found me.
Damian Vargasin. The Savage Alpha. The most dangerous wolf in the region. He carried me home like I weighed nothing, protected me like I mattered, looked at me like I'm meant to him.
He said there was no price for his help. No expectations. No debt.
But his wolf recognized something in mine. And the way he touches me—gentle, careful, like I'm precious.
Now Caden wants me back. His mother wants me dead. And the truth about who really destroyed my life is about to explode.
I'm carrying secrets. I'm carrying power I don't understand.
They say the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes.
But if she meant for me to end up here—in the arms of my enemy, hunted by my past, falling for a man who could destroy me—what does that say about her plan?
What does that say about me?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 150: God To MeDamian's POVThe morning air is fresh, filled with the scent of dew and distant pines. I spot Gracia in the courtyard, sitting on a stone bench that faces the training grounds. His coffee sits in his hands, untouched and cooling down. His gaze is on the warriors below, but I can tell he’s not really seeing them.I take a seat next to him. "We need to stop giving Luna that herbal tea."He slowly turns to me, his brow furrowing. "Why?"I’ve rehearsed this lie, and it feels heavy as I say it. "The herbs and meds… they’re doing the opposite of their intended purpose. They’re causing her more pain and weakening her instead of helping. Just to clear It’s nobody’s fault, Gracia. Her condition is unique. What helps others just harms her."His expression crumbles. The hope I saw yesterday flickers and fades away. "I—I didn’t know. I thought…" He puts down his coffee and presse
Last Updated: 2026-06-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 149: Secrets We KeepSelena's POVThe morning light struggles to seep through the heavy curtains, casting a pale, watery glow in the room. I’m settled on the couch with Asher in my lap, his small fingers gripping my locket. He’s been trying to chew on it for what feels like ages, and I keep gently steering him away. Lydia is on Greta's lap, fascinated by the old woman's crinkled face, patting it with both hands.Damian is next to me, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch with his hand resting on my hip. He’s been strangely quiet this morning, just observing and listening.Greta sits on the edge of the bed, a small jar of herbs beside her. Her expression is serious.“I heard something last night,” she says quietly. “After you both fell asleep.”I shift Asher to my other arm and ask, “What do you mean?”Greta recounts what she heard: the half-open door, a whisper—a woman’s v
Last Updated: 2026-06-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 148: Whisper In The DarkGreta's POVThe night is chilly. Moonlight streams through the curtains—thin and silver—collecting on the large bed where Lily sleeps. Her dark hair sprawls across the pillow, her lips parted, and her small hands curled into little fists. She looks so peaceful. So innocent. She has no idea about the darkness lurking just beyond the shadows.I’m standing by the window, arms crossed, staring into space.‘What’s happening to Sera?’I’ve seen sickness before. I’ve seen injuries that should have taken lives, curses that should have remained, poisons that should have eaten away at organs like acid. I’ve witnessed the worst the world has to throw at us. But this… this is something else entirely.A body that won’t heal. Not just from ordinary wounds—but not even from the most powerful healing gift I’ve ever seen. Selena’s gift is stronger than any I’ve
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
Chapter: CHAPTER 147: Sick LunaSelena's POVThe room is filled with the smell of sickness and herbs.It’s not that sharp, clean scent of a fresh wound or the sour tang of an infection. No, it’s something deeper, something older. It’s the odor of a body that seems to have forgotten how to live but just won’t let go.I stand next to Sera’s bed, my hands clasped in front of me, letting the silence linger. Gracia is near the headboard, gripping the carved wood so tightly his knuckles are white. By the window stands Tristan, with his wife Basilia beside him, gently bouncing Asher on her hip. You can tell she’s Basil’s daughter—there’s a calmness about her, and the way she holds my son is like he’s delicate porcelain.Beth and Rina hang back by the door. Rina’s unusually silent, her hands folded in front of her, her gaze glued to the woman lying in the bed. Beth clutches a satchel of herbs that Greta brought from
Last Updated: 2026-06-16
Chapter: CHAPTER 146: Scar On SoulMaya's POVThe ceiling is white. Flat, blank, accusatory. I've stared at it for hours, maybe days. Time bleeds into a single gray stretch. Curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. The only light is a thin yellow line beneath the door. The world outside moves, breathes, lives. I wish it would stop.I'm a tight coil on the bed—knees to chest, arms around shins, wearing Caden's old t-shirt, soft and threadbare, smelling of pine and rain. I haven't eaten. I haven't slept, just fitful dozes where dreams are worse than waking. I haven't spoken since the convoy left for Ironhold.The Mate Ceremony plays behind my eyes on a relentless, torturous loop. Standing across from Caden in the moon-drenched clearing, hands clasped. The expectant hush. Hopeful faces in torchlight. Lora's ancient words. The breathless pause as we waited for the spark, the scent-change, the pull.Nothing.No spark. No scent. No pull. The verdict, unspoken bu
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: CHAPTER 145: Broken TrustDamian's POVThe convoy is ready.Range Rovers, SUVs, sedans—a line of dark metal and tinted glass stretching down the long driveway. Scouts check their vehicles. Engines rumble. The morning air smells of exhaust and dew.Selena wanted to drive alone. No scouts. No attendants. Just us. She didn't say why, but I know. She can't bear to have anyone else in the car. Not after last night. Not after the severance.I’m sitting on driving seat, a black SUV, Selena is outside the passenger seat, her hand on the handle, but she hasn't climbed in. Her face is hollow. Her eyes are swollen. She looks like a woman who has aged ten years in one night."Damian."I move to her. "What is it?"She doesn't answer. She just looks at me. Her lips tremble.Then: "I need you to hold me. I need you to hold me right now."I know what this is. The rejection. The severance. The hollow space left behind where something use
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
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