She was meant to shift under the full moon. Instead, she was rejected beneath it. When the Alpha cast her aside, she walked away—wolf-less, humiliated, and forgotten. Years later, a wounded beast appears at her door, dragging the past with him. She saves him. Not knowing he’s the one who broke her. But fate isn’t finished. The curse that tore them apart is unraveling. Her wolf is awakening. And so is a power that could destroy everything. She wasn’t weak. She was chosen. And now, she’s ready to claim what was always hers.
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"No. I refuse to accept this."
Sage’s voice rang out, sharp and filled with venom, cutting through the thick silence of the ceremony like a blade.
My breath caught in my throat. My body turned rigid, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. No. No, this isn’t happening.
I stared at him, my fated mate, my Alpha, my everything.
And he was looking at me like I was nothing, a piece of trash.
"The Moon Goddess made a mistake," Sage continued coldly, his piercing green eyes locking onto mine with pure disgust. His powerful frame stood tall, imposing, his jaw tight with fury.
"I reject you, Bella Blackthorn."
The words landed like a physical blow. My knees nearly buckled, but I forced myself to stay upright.
A low murmur spread through the crowd. Gasps. Whispers. Laughter.
This isn’t real.
I tried to breathe, but I felt a crushing weight of humiliation pressed down on me, choking me. The sting of rejection burned through my veins like wildfire.
The pack elder had just announced it—the Moon Goddess had chosen us. And yet, Sage was rejecting fate itself. Rejecting me.
I swallowed hard, my throat raw, my vision blurring. I could hear people snickering, I felt the weight of hundreds of eyes watching, judging.
My mate didn’t want me.
And worst of all? He wasn’t even hesitating.
Sage took a slow step forward, his massive frame towering over me, his voice dropping to something low and menacing.
"I am an Alpha," he said, his tone lethal. "I don’t need a weak, stuttering little omega as my mate. You are beneath me, Bella. You always have been."
The words cut through me like claws.
‘Weak. Stuttering. Beneath him’.
Something inside me cracked.
A lump formed in my throat, hot and bitter, but I refused to let the tears fall. Not here. Not in front of them.
The pack had always seen me as a nobody. A mistake. But I had hoped, prayed, that my mate would see me differently.
But I was wrong.
A slow, mocking clap broke through the tension.
I turned just in time to see Liora step forward, her lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Well, well," Liora drawled, tilting her head in false sympathy. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her silver eyes gleaming with amusement. "How tragic."
A fresh wave of humiliation burned through my chest.
Liora had always been there, Sage’s lover, his plaything, the perfect she-wolf. And now, she was delighted in my destruction.
"Congratulations, Bella," Liora continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You’ve just made history as the most pathetic Luna this pack has ever seen. Oh—wait. You won’t be Luna, will you?"
The pack roared with laughter.
But my breath hitched. Pools of sweat gathering on my head
My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. I could feel the sting, but I welcomed it. It was better than the crushing ache in my chest.
This was worse than rejection. This was annihilation.
I turned to Sage one last time.
Maybe, just maybe, there was something, some flicker of regret in his gaze. Some hesitation.
There was none.
His expression remained cold. Unyielding. Like I was dirt beneath his feet.
A shuddering breath left my lips.
Fine.
If this was how he wanted to do it, then I would give him what he wanted.
‘Dignity. Control. Strength’.
I lifted her chin. My voice—steady, clear, filled with every ounce of pain I refused to show. It rang across the clearing.
"Then I reject you too, Alpha Sage."
Silence, the crowd went still.
Sage’s eyes snapped to mine, the first flicker of something unreadable passing over his features.
I stepped back, my heart thundering in my chest.
"I reject you, and I reject this pack," I continued, my hands shaking but my voice was firm. "I will never bow to you. Not now. Not ever."
Sage’s jaw clenched, his body tensing.
For a moment, just a moment, it almost looked like he wanted to say something.
But he didn’t.
He just stood there, unmoving, watching me as I turned my back on him.
As I walked away from the only home I had ever known.
The laughter, the whispers, the cruelty, all of it faded as the wind howled around me, carrying my pain into the night.
But I refused to look back.
Because I was done.
With them. With him. With everything.
Later that night, I ran deep into the forest, my breath ragged, my feet aching.
The tears I had held in finally fell, hot and fast, as I collapsed against a tree, pressing a hand to my chest.
It hurt. Gods, it hurt.
My mate, the one person meant for me, had rejected me like I was nothing.
Like I was worthless.
My body trembled, the overwhelming weight of it all pressing down on me until I thought I might suffocate.
"Why?" I whispered, my voice broken. "Why would you do this to me?"
I had been so ready to love him. So ready to be his.
But Alpha Sage Wyatt had never been ready for me.
And now, I would never be enough.
Above me, the sky rumbled, thunder rolling across the heavens like a warning. The wind picked up, whipping through the trees, howling in a way that made the hairs on my arms rise.
Something felt different.
The air around me shifted, thick with something ancient and powerful.
A single bolt of lightning cracked across the sky, splitting the darkness in two.
I gasped, my entire body tensing as a strange, invisible force wrapped around my chest.
For a moment, it felt like something was being ripped from me.
My wolf.
It was gone.
I fell to the ground, gasping for air, my vision swimming.
And in the distance, miles away, I could almost swear I heard Alpha Sage let out a blood curdling howl.
Malrick’s POVI was halfway through reviewing recon footage when my phone buzzed on the desk beside me. It was an unknown number. Coordinates was attached. A text below it: He was here.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I already knew what it meant.I pushed back from the desk in the temporary tracking room—an abandoned gas station retrofitted for surveillance—and called out, “Kael. Gear up. Bring two men. We’re heading to the border.”Kael appeared in the doorway, already slipping into a jacket. “Another tip?”“Not a tip.” I grabbed my pack and weapons. “It’s a trail.”The drive was quiet. Just the hum of tires and the occasional click of the radio being turned down. When we pulled off the main road onto a path that curved toward the national forest, the signal dropped to nothing. No service. No cameras. Just trees thick with fog and that silence I’d learned to hate.“There,” I said, pointing ahead.The abandoned ranger station came into view slowly—half hidden by overgrowth and sha
Malrick’s POVI was halfway through reviewing recon footage when my phone buzzed on the desk beside me. It was an unknown number. Coordinates was attached. A text below it: He was here.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I already knew what it meant.I pushed back from the desk in the temporary tracking room—an abandoned gas station retrofitted for surveillance—and called out, “Kael. Gear up. Bring two men. We’re heading to the border.”Kael appeared in the doorway, already slipping into a jacket. “Another tip?”“Not a tip.” I grabbed my pack and weapons. “It’s a trail.”The drive was quiet. Just the hum of tires and the occasional click of the radio being turned down. When we pulled off the main road onto a path that curved toward the national forest, the signal dropped to nothing. No service. No cameras. Just trees thick with fog and that silence I’d learned to hate.“There,” I said, pointing ahead.The abandoned ranger station came into view slowly—half hidden by overgrowth and shad
Bella’s POV The apartment still buzzed with the remnants of our celebration. Empty cups and plates were scattered around, and the scent of Harper's lavender candles lingered in the air. Liam stood in the center of the living room, holding up a small, intricately carved charm."Look what Harper gave me!" he announced, his eyes shining with excitement.Harper, who was on the couch with a glass of wine, smiled. "It's just a little something for luck."I leaned in to get a better look at the charm. "It's beautiful," I said, noting the detailed engravings. "Where did you find it?"Harper shrugged. "An old shop downtown. Thought it might bring some good vibes to Liam's new managerial role."Liam chuckled, slipping the charm into his pocket. "Well, I can use all the luck I can get."As the evening wore on, we shared stories and laughter, the comfort of our camaraderie filling the room. But I couldn't shake the memory of Harper's eyes when she handed over the charm—a brief flicker of somethi
Bella’s POV The next morning, June was already up when I stepped into the kitchen, pacing in her new black flats and whispering something under her breath. Her blazer sleeves kept slipping past her wrists, and she didn’t bother fixing them. Her hair was frizzing at the ends from nerves, and her coffee sat untouched on the counter.“You’re going to chew a hole in the floor,” I said, stifling a yawn as I reached for a mug.She turned, eyes wide. “Do I look like a secretary? I feel like a toddler playing dress-up.”I grinned. “A very professional toddler. You’ve got this.”She laughed—barely—and took a shaky sip of coffee. “I keep thinking they’ll take one look at me and realize I have no idea what I’m doing.”“That’s what starting anything feels like,” I said, patting her shoulder. “Just smile and pretend you know exactly where you’re going. That’s ninety percent of any job.”June’s nervous energy buzzed around the apartment, but it was a good kind. The kind that came from a normal day
Bella POVThe smell of strong coffee hit me before I even opened my eyes.Harper’s blend—bold, nutty, with just a hint of something sweet—wafted from the kitchen. Somewhere in the apartment, Liam was butchering a pop song, his voice cracked in the hallway like an off-key siren. June was mumbling something about not having anything to wear, and the kettle whistled in the background.This morning, I didn’t wake up reaching for a weapon. Didn’t wake up braced for screaming. Or smoke. Or blood.I stretched slowly, the sheets tangled around my legs. My bones didn’t ache. My wolf didn’t whisper warnings. I just... existed. In the softness of the morning. In the warmth of our apartment."Coffee’s hot, toast is questionable!" Harper called out."I swear if it's burnt again, you're banned from the toaster," I replied, dragging myself upright and walked barefoot across the wooden floor.Liam stood shirtless by the sink, flipping the toast like it was a pancake and grinning like a kid. “Perfectl
Sage POV I didn’t move for hours. Could’ve been a trap. Probably was. But the food didn’t rot. It stayed warm. Clean, no flies, no magic stink. Just food.And I was starving. I didn't realise when I rushed to the food and ate it. The meat was rich, real—flavored with something faintly herbal. I devoured it before I could think too hard about the consequences.She came again the next night. Same time. Same place. Same food. No words. No questions. Just her.I watched from higher up in the trees that time, cloaked in shadows. She sat longer. Sang a different song. This one was... sad. My wolf leaned forward in my head, ears perked.She smelled like memory. Like something I should know.It kept happening. Dusk after dusk. She never brought fire, never wore shoes. Her breath fogged in the cold, but she didn’t shiver. The forest began to settle around her. Birds followed. Deer peeked from the edges of the trees. Even the cursed places began to slow their spread.She was changing somethin
Sage POV Something felt wrong the moment I stepped into the clearing.It wasn’t just the cold or the silence—this quietness ran too deep. The kind that seeps into your bones and warns you you’re not alone. My paws sank into the frostbitten soil as I crept forward in beast form, every muscle tensed. The scent hit me a second later.Rot, decay and worse—blood magic. I froze instantly. The trees ahead weren’t just dying—they were blackening. The bark split and blistered, oozing dark sap like blood. Leaves had withered mid-branch, and the ground was slick with a sickness that pulsed through the earth. I growled low in my throat.Someone was poisoning the forest. Not randomly—no, this was deliberate. It must be a message.Malrick. It had to be him. Who else would twist the land like this just to force me out of hiding?I should’ve turned around. Everything in me screamed to leave. But this was my territory. Mine. I’d hunted here. Bled here. Howled under a hundred moons. I couldn’t just w
Sage POVThe snow is deep tonight, it clung to my fur like frostbite waiting to happen. I move low to the ground, my body slink between trees that creak with cold. Every breath foghed the air. I haven’t shifted back in months—not since the dungeon. Not since Malrick.My beast form keot me safer out here. More muscle, better speed. The downside? I’m losing pieces of myself. Human thoughts came in fragments now—disjointed, buried beneath the instincts that snarl louder with each passing day.A branch snaps up ahead causing me to freeze, every muscle locked tight. My ears twitch. A low rumble builds in my chest, a warning to the night. I heard another snap, it was softer this time. Just wind or something watching?I sank back into the shadows. The patrols have been thicker lately. Malrick’s voice—his commands—they ride the wind like old songs I can’t stop hearing. I don’t know how many men he’s sent. Five? Ten? More? Doesn’t matter. I stay out of sight. Always watching. Always moving. Th
Bella’s POV The morning after I got my first A, I woke up to the smell of cinnamon and burnt toast.“Who let Liam near the stove again?” I called from the stairs.“I resent that,” Liam’s voice echoed up. “I’ll have you know this is a controlled culinary experiment.”“Controlled by what? Gremlins?” June giggled.I walked into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from my eyes. June was perched on the counter in mismatched socks, waving a spatula like a conductor’s baton. Liam stood proudly beside a skillet full of what looked like... slightly-charred pancakes shaped like wolves.“Are those ears or legs?” I asked, squinting.“Both,” he said without hesitation.“Harper, you’re seeing this, right?”She entered from the hallway in her oversized cardigan, her eyes were still soft with sleep. “I’ve learned not to question Liam’s methods before coffee,” she said, reaching for the pot.June held up a plate. “These are for you. Nurse Bella needs fuel.”“They’re actually really good,” Liam added quickly.
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