DISGUISED LUNA COME BACK

Aria Pov.“I, Greg Lupus, Alpha of the Eden Pack, reject you, Aria Kael, as my mate and Luna of this pack.” Greg’s voice reached my ears and tears ran down my cheeks.I felt the sudden wave of coldness run through me, my wolf shivering, tge tears pouring freely.Sadly this was my reality.I was the one stone that would always be cast aside, I would never amount to no good no matter how much I tried.“Why me? Why am I the one always humiliated and always on the receiving end of bad things? What have I done to deserve this?” I asked myself in frustration, my voice barely above a whisper, I collapsed to the floor, the tears pouring hard, my sobs hitting the ground, the murmuring grew louder, each and every one of them pointing accusing fingers at me.I wanted to shout but couldn't, I wanted to pour out my emotions and frustration, I wanted to look grey in the eye and curse him holding my breast, I wanted to curse him with everything that made me wolf but I couldn't, I dared not to utter

“Tonight, I’m leaving.”The words left my lips like a prayer and a curse. The night swallowed them whole, carrying them into the cold wind that whipped across my face.I sat on the cracked stone outside the basement door, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the pale moon. My breath came out in shaky clouds. For the first time in years, I wasn’t dreaming about escape. I was planning it.Helena and I had to go.Now.I couldn’t spend another second breathing the same poisoned air Greg did.Not when his poison my death was already waiting.I used to be loved once. My parents, Alpha Grayson and Luna Linda, ruled with honor and grace. The pack had been a home. Now it was a prison built on their graves, and I was the ghost haunting its walls starved, hated, forgotten.If anyone saw me now the once-celebrated Alpha’s daughter they wouldn’t recognize me. My bones showed beneath my skin, my hair hung in tangled strands, and my eyes looked like something wild.Maybe that’s what I’d become.“I

The moment I crossed the iron gates of the Jordan Pack, my breath caught in my throat.The walls were enormous, crowned with fire-lit torches that flickered against the night.For one foolish, fragile heartbeat, I thought I was safe.But the way they looked at me their eyes cold, sharp, suspicious told me safety didn’t live here either.Inside the courtyard, a meeting was already underway. Warriors and elders filled the open space, their voices echoing under the torchlight. Every head turned when I stepped inside, and suddenly, silence sliced through the air like a blade.“Who is she?” one warrior barked, his hand already gripping the hilt of his sword.“She smells like trouble about to be unleashed,” an elder muttered, his wrinkled lip curling in disgust.Another voice, harsher, spat out the word that made my stomach drop.“A rogue.”The air left my lungs.I wanted to explain, to scream that I wasn’t what they thought that I was born to lead, not destroy. But the words stayed trapped

As she walked ahead of me, no rush in her movements, I followed at a slower pace. Being near someone who didn’t flinch at me or want to hurt me just felt weird. Her calm made my nerves feel louder, sharper. After days of running, every little sound put me on edge.“Almost there,” she said. I didn’t respond because my voice still felt stuck in my throat.A few minutes later, we stepped out into a clearing with a small wooden cabin. Nothing fancy. The wood was dark and old, but the roof looked solid. Worn, but not abandoned, like someone lived there but didn’t want visitors. The woman went straight inside. I stopped in the doorway, and waited. For a snare, a weird smell, a sudden attack, anything. But the cabin just sat there, quiet.“Come in,” she called. “Or stay out there until you pass out. Up to you.”That made something tight in my chest loosen a bit. So I stepped inside.And a small fire crackled in the stone fireplace on the left, warming the room. The whole place was one roo

A small groan escaped my lips when I tried to sit up the next morning.Helena stirred.‘You pushed hard yesterday,’ she murmured.“I know,” I whispered.I forced myself to stand. My legs shook but held me up.“You’re late,” Lysa called from outside.I found her staring at me with that same calm expression she always wore. Her hair was tied back today, and she held a wooden staff in one hand.“We have work to do,” she said.“I'm ready,” I told her, even though I wasn't.Lysa's gaze softened for a second, like she knew I was lying. But she didn't call it out. Instead, she tossed me a smaller wooden staff.“Today is your first test.”My stomach tightened. "What kind of test?"“One that shows me whether you can protect yourself.”I froze. "Lysa, I don't know how to fight. I barely know how to stand."“That’s why we’re starting simple.” She said, tapping her staff.“Rule number one, I won't hurt you. Rule number two, you try. Even if you look foolish. Even if you fail. Try.”I swallowed.