Drawing Her Fate: Luna's Redemption

Lexy’s POV

I was painting in my room. That's what I do when I’m happy. Actually, I paint when I’m sad, angry, excited… basically, if I have a free moment, I’m painting. Unfortunately, I don’t get much free time.

I used to dream of studying at an art school, but my dad said he wouldn’t pay for such a “stupid major.”

“You’re a werewolf, even if you’re wolfless,” he told me. “You need to think about the pack’s interests before your own. Study to be a teacher or a nurse. At least then you’ll be useful.”

So, I started working part-time after school, cleaning the pack house to save up for my education. Of course, I also had to cook and clean at home, since I knew how to do it and the rest of the family was too busy with what they claimed were more important things.

My dad, Jacob, is the Beta of the Riverland Pack, and my mother is the Beta female, so they’re always occupied with pack affairs.

On the other hand, my half-sister Samantha was never expected to do “low” tasks like cleaning or laundry. She was the apple of my father’s eye—beta blood, tall, toned, strong, and of course, an exceptional warrior.

Our dad would beam with pride talking about her achievements.

I wasn’t abused in my family, but I wasn’t really loved either. Quiet, petite, wolfless. I joined warrior training, but I wasn’t good at it. My dad always said I didn’t put in enough effort—but truthfully, it just wasn’t my strength.

I tried, really. I pushed myself until I was red-faced, breathless, drenched in sweat—while Samantha moved like a goddess, her brown hair gleaming in the sun as she fought and won without breaking a sweat.

My dad still can’t accept that I’m not Samantha—and I don’t want to be her, either.

My dad, the Beta of Riverland, took my stepmother, Elizabeth, as his chosen mate. She was beautiful, strong, and had beta blood—his idea of a perfect choice. When Samantha was born, my dad was visiting another pack and met my mother, who was just an Omega. He couldn’t resist the bond and mated with her—only to reject her soon after, claiming she wasn’t a match for Elizabeth.

Some time later, he was notified that my mother had died, leaving behind a newborn. He brought me to live in his pack, expecting Elizabeth to care for me. She wasn’t thrilled, but after much arguing, she agreed.

My dad always said I was the spitting image of my mother—petite, with a bush of curly ginger hair and emerald green eyes. Unfortunately, I wasn’t even an Omega. I was wolfless. I never shifted on my 18th birthday, and it broke my heart, making me feel even more disconnected from the pack.

But the Moon Goddess must still love me, because she gave me the best mate ever—Leo, the Alpha’s son.

When he returned from Alpha Academy and our eyes met, my heart sank. I expected him—gorgeous, powerful, the future Alpha—to reject me, the wolfless outcast. But to my surprise and overwhelming joy, he accepted me.

He proposed that we announce our relationship at his Alpha ascension ceremony… which is in just three days.

In three days, I’ll become Luna.

Right now, I’m getting ready for a date with my loving mate. So how could I not be in a good mood?

I finished my painting, smiled, and made my way downstairs to meet Leo.

I stepped outside, my heart racing with excitement, and climbed into Leo’s car.

He turned to me with a wide grin and gently kissed my lips.

My smile grew even wider. “Thank you, Leo,” I replied, smoothing invisible wrinkles from my simple gray tunic. I couldn’t afford fancy dresses as I was saving for college but I still tried to look nice for him.

“What do you think about a small picnic?” he asked, pointing to a packed basket in the back seat.

“Anything with you,” I answered honestly with a grin.

He nodded happily, and we drove to the riverbank, chatting and laughing the whole way.

I was on top of the world. Conversation with him always flowed so easily, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly loved. It was a foreign feeling—my family had never shown me love, and I didn’t have any real friends.

We reached the riverbank, spread out a blanket, and watched the sunset while nibbling on small sandwiches.

“Three days, and you’ll be mine forever,” Leo said, inching closer.

“I can’t wait to bear your mark,” I whispered excitedly, blushing. “And your pups…”

He leaned in and crushed his lips to mine. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I kissed him back. His kiss deepened, and he gently laid me down on the blanket, placing warm kisses on my neck, moving to where he would mark me, and sucking gently on the spot.

A wave of pleasure washed through me when he reached my marking spot, and I moaned softly.

Leo’s hand moved to my breast, massaging it gently, and I felt his growing desire pressing against me.

“Leo, we should stop,” I said firmly.

But he didn’t.

His hand slid lower, lifting my dress and caressing my inner thighs. Sparks were flying, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of pleasure, ready to give in—yet something inside held me back.

He traced a finger over my panties, making me shiver, circling my clit through the thin lace.

“Come on, Lexy,” he whispered. “We’re mates. I’m yours, and you’re mine. You’re already so wet for me. You want this too.”

Reality hit me hard. I sobered up and pushed him away.

I was frustrated—angry at him for pushing, and angrier at myself for almost giving in.

“Leo, we agreed to wait until the mating ceremony. You promised you'd wait.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, hugging me gently. “I just got carried away. You’re so beautiful… so irresistible.”

“It’s okay. Let’s go home.”

We drove back in silence. He kissed me goodbye, and I entered the still-quiet house alone.

I don’t know why, but something didn’t feel right.