Crowned by the Moon, Rejected by the Alpha.

The silver moon hangs perfectly and brightly over the sacred forest and gives it a wonderful glow through the old oak outside. Aria clings to the rough bark of a large tree at the end of the ritual, her ribs piercing her heart like a longing for freedom. The Moon ritual - the holiest night in her group’s calendar - takes place before her and is full of mysterious glory.She shouldn’t be here, Omega didn’t have a license, but that wasn’t her intention. They are used to staying in the shadows, serving, purifying and remaining invisible. But tonight, there is something that attracted her, a charm that she couldn't resist, she couldn't say or ignore it. Her wolf was constantly under her skin, aroused more than ever.The group formed a concentric circle around an old stone altar in the middle of a forest, where elder Moira wore a white ceremonial dress that seemed to shine in the moonlight. The hierarchy was presented in perfect order: Alpha Kale and the Pack Elite Warriors are in the inne

KALE'S POV In my head, the silence roared. It wasn’t just quiet. It screamed. Three hours had passed since the rejection. The loss of our connection clung to me like a phantom limb. It ached. It burned. No matter how much I told myself I did the right thing, the pain stayed. I sat at my desk in the old treehouse. General reports lay scattered in front of me. Might as well have been written in ancient runes. I couldn’t read them. Not really. My thoughts were nowhere near the page. “They’re just temporary,” I muttered and pressed my palms hard against my temples. “It’s just temporary,” I repeated. “The problem will fade. Everything goes back to normal.” But normal felt like another country. Some distant place I’d never see again. The room around me mocked me with its stillness. Aria’s presence used to shine here, quietly, through our bond. Now it was just space. Empty and cold. My wolf stirred at the edges of my mind. Restless. Frustrated. Desire and confusion twisted through h