LOGINRejected and betrayed by Alpha Zack, her fated mate, Aria dies with a shattered heart. But fate grants her rebirth with memories intact and newfound power. Now a formidable Luna, she returns seeking revenge against those who destroyed her. Yet when Zack discovers the truth behind her rejection, he desperately seeks redemption. Can vengeance transform into forgiveness, or will their second chance burn to ashes?
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"You are mine, Aria. The moon herself chose us."
My heart soared as Zack's rough voice whispered against my ear, his powerful arms wrapped around my waist. The full moon ceremony glowed around us, pack members celebrating our upcoming mating ritual. Everything I had ever dreamed of was finally coming true.
"I cannot believe this is real," I breathed, tilting my head to look up at my Alpha. At six-foot-three of pure dominant male, Zack Silvermoon was every she-wolf's fantasy. But he was mine. The mate bond hummed between us, golden and perfect.
"Believe it." His golden eyes burned with possessive heat as he cupped my face. "In three days, I will mark you before the entire pack. You will be my Luna, and everyone will know you belong to me."
A shiver ran through me at the raw dominance in his tone. I was just an orphan, a weak wolf who could barely shift properly, yet somehow the Moon Goddess had blessed me with the most powerful Alpha in the territory.
"Zack!" Selene's voice cut through our moment. The beautiful warrior approached with Beta Marcus at her side, both wearing strange expressions. "The elders are calling for you. It is urgent."
Zack's jaw tightened with irritation. "It can wait."
"I am afraid it cannot, Alpha." Marcus's hazel eyes flickered to me briefly before focusing on Zack. "It concerns pack security. We should speak privately."
"Go," I urged softly, not wanting to seem clingy. "I will wait here."
Zack's grip on my waist tightened possessively. "Do not move from this spot. I will return for you." It was not a request but a command that made my wolf whimper in submission.
I watched him disappear into the packhouse with Marcus, my chest warm with happiness. Selene remained behind, her amber eyes studying me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable.
"You look beautiful tonight," she said, moving closer. "Here, I brought you some wine to celebrate."
"Oh, thank you." I accepted the glass gratefully, taking a sip. The liquid was sweet but had an odd aftertaste. "That is kind of you."
"We are pack sisters now." Selene smiled, but something about it seemed off. "I wanted to congratulate you properly. Zack is lucky to have such a... sweet mate."
Before I could respond, a commotion erupted from the packhouse. My heart lurched as Zack emerged, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes were cold, distant, with an unnatural darkness flickering in their depths.
"Zack?" I set down the wine glass, my hands trembling. "What is wrong?"
He stalked toward me with predatory grace, but this time it felt threatening rather than protective. The pack members fell silent, sensing their Alpha's shift in mood.
"I have made a mistake," Zack announced, his voice carrying across the ceremonial grounds. "One I intend to correct immediately."
My blood turned to ice. "What do you mean?"
"You are weak, Aria Moonstone." Each word felt like a physical blow. "Your bloodline is questionable, your wolf is pathetic, and you lack the strength to stand beside me as Luna."
The world tilted beneath my feet. "You do not mean that. The mate bond—"
"The mate bond was a cruel joke." His golden eyes, which had looked at me with such warmth moments ago, now held only contempt. "I, Zack Silvermoon, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, reject you as my mate and future Luna."
The bond shattered.
Pain exploded through my chest like lightning, dropping me to my knees. I clutched at my heart, gasping for air as the golden thread connecting us ripped apart. Around me, pack members gasped and whispered, but I could barely hear them over the screaming in my head.
"Zack, please." Tears streamed down my face as I looked up at him. "I do not understand. What happened? What did I do wrong?"
His expression remained carved from stone. "You exist. That is enough."
"Alpha, perhaps you should reconsider—" Elder Thomas stepped forward, concern etched on his weathered face.
"My decision is final." Zack turned his back on me, dismissing me as if I were nothing. "Marcus, have her removed from the packhouse. She is no longer welcome in my territory."
"No!" I tried to stand but my legs would not support me. The bond-sickness was already setting in, making my limbs weak and my vision blur. "Please, there must be a mistake. You said I was yours. You said—"
"I lied." Zack glanced back once, and for the briefest moment, I thought I saw anguish flash across his face. Then it was gone, replaced by cold indifference. "You were never meant to be mine, Aria. Accept that and leave with what little dignity you have left."
Selene appeared beside me, her hand on my shoulder. "Come on, let me help you to your room. You need to rest."
I was too shattered to protest as she guided me away from the staring pack members. My chest felt like it was caving in, each breath more difficult than the last. Behind us, I heard Marcus speaking in low tones to Zack, but I could not make out the words through the roaring in my ears.
In my room, Selene helped me onto the bed. "Drink this," she urged, pressing another glass to my lips. "It will help with the pain."
I drank without thinking, too broken to care. The liquid burned down my throat, and suddenly exhaustion crashed over me like a wave.
"Why?" I whispered as darkness crept into my vision. "Why would he do this?"
Selene's face hovered above me, and I could have sworn I saw satisfaction in her amber eyes. "Because some of us are destined for greatness, Aria, and some of us are just stepping stones."
My eyes flew open in horror as understanding dawned, but it was too late. My body would not respond, the poison already coursing through my veins.
"You..." I choked out.
"Shhh." Selene smoothed my hair back with false gentleness. "Just sleep. By morning, this will all be over, and Zack will finally see me."
The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was the blood-red moon glowing through my window, and I could have sworn I heard it weeping.
I found Zack and Drake in the garden behind our shared home, arguing about tomato plants."You are overwatering them," Zack insisted, his Alpha authority completely wasted on vegetable cultivation debates. "Look at the leaves—they are turning yellow.""That is not from overwatering," Drake countered. "That is nitrogen deficiency. We need to add fertilizer.""It is definitely overwatering," Zack maintained stubbornly.Through the bonds—still present, still connecting us, still never unified again—I felt their affection beneath the bickering. This was what our life had become. Not cosmic battles or revolutionary transformation. Just three people who loved each other arguing about garden care on a Tuesday afternoon."They need more sunlight," I said, walking over to examine the plants. "You planted them in partial shade. Tomatoes need full sun. The yellowing is not water or nutrients—it is insufficient light."They both looked at the plants, then at the shade cast by the nearby tree, the
One year after the Devourer's visit, it returned.Not with threats or cosmic pressure. It simply appeared in Silvermoon's square during a routine council meeting about expanding water systems to newly settled areas."I have observed you for twelve months," it said, its presence making reality shimmer but no longer causing panic. We had grown used to its occasional check-ins. "I have watched twenty-three territories experiment with consensus governance. Watched you adapt when rigid structures proved unsustainable. Watched you honor limits instead of pretending they do not exist. And I have reached a conclusion."Through the bonds, I felt Zack—returned from his month-long rest and now balancing Alpha authority with democratic facilitation in Northern Coalition—and Drake both tensing. The Devourer's conclusions determined whether our reality continued existing or got consumed as mercy."What conclusion?" I asked, keeping my voice steady."That you have earned unconditional existence," th
Six months after the Devourer's visit, democracy had spread to twenty-three territories.Not through conquest or cosmic mandate. Just through word spreading that Silvermoon, Northern Coalition, and Eastern Empire were trying something different. That normal wolves had real voices in local decisions. That consensus governance actually worked when people committed to the tedious process.I was meeting with representatives from one of these new territories—a small pack called Riverbend that wanted advice on starting their own democratic experiment—when the final challenge arrived.Not cosmic entity or ancient beings. Something more dangerous.Zack walked into the meeting room with expression I had never seen on his face. Not anger or determination or tactical assessment. Just bone-deep exhaustion that suggested he had reached his breaking point."I cannot do this anymore," he said without preamble, his voice flat. "Six months of meetings about irrigation schedules and crop rotations and
I dreamed of unified consciousness that night.Not memory—actual experience. In the dream, I was us again. Three perspectives merged into singular awareness. Experiencing reality through Zack's Alpha certainty, Drake's temporal fluidity, and my void-touched perception all simultaneously. The sublime completeness of being more than individual. The profound connection of genuine unity.Then I woke alone in my body, and the loss hit harder than it had in months.Through the bonds—thin threads that would never be merger again—I felt Zack and Drake experiencing similar dreams. Felt them mourning what we had destroyed through staying merged too long. Felt them wanting what we could never have again."You are awake," Elena said from my doorway. She had taken to checking on me after the Devourer's visit, as if cosmic entity threatening our existence had reminded her that we were still just people who needed looking after. "And you are spiraling. I can see it from here.""I miss being one," I
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