Eventual Luna

~Elena~“I do!!”I heard the gentle voice of a woman, whistle into my ears. The air in the grand hall was thick with tension, the sweet scent of roses and the soft hum of the orchestra doing little to mask the storm brewing in my chest.My father, Zaphyr, the Alpha of the pack, stood at the altar, his strong figure like a pillar of granite.His broad shoulders filled out the tailored suit, the fine fabric barely containing the power that rests beneath his skin. Beside him, his new bride, and now my new stepmother.She wore smiles with eyes that glimmer like she’s won some prize. But for me it's wasn't victory. It's betrayal.I stood to the side, my dress tight around my breasts, a mockery of what I should be feeling on a day like today.The bridesmaid's role should be one of joy, of support. But as I watched them, my heart throbbed with disgust. I can’t breathe right. The tears that had threatened to fall earlier are gone, replaced by a simmering rage.“You may now, kiss your bride!

~Elena~I marched towards my father's room and found him writing something. “Did you know Crystal is the devil herself?” Dad remained silent as he continued writing down on his book. He only lifted his head up slightly for a second and then turned back to his writing. “Did she tell you what happened? Or did you even know I was attacked by rogues?” I asked my father, my tone fierce. “Enough!!” dad's voice thundered through the room. I took a few steps back in fear. I've never seen him so angry. “You got attacked because you were too foolish and went outside the pack!” Dad continued. “Yes but Crystal was.. ““Crystal turned back and went to the castle.” I didn't finish when I heard a stern voice behind me. Lucy!! My step mother, and as I call her, a witch in a werewolf clothing.She swung her long black hair over her ears as she walked past me and sat beside my father. Her amber eyes and her thick red lipsticks made the face of a witch. “My daughter realizing she was past the

~Elena~When I finally got to my room, I rummaged through my closet looking for a suitable and decent dress I could wear, but none was fine enough. “Wait!”Suddenly, I remembered my mom sew me a gown for my coming of age ceremony.its ceremony held once we were reach fifteen years. It was a white gown. I refused to wear it though. A dress like that would have made me the center of attention, something I don't like. I put on the white dress my mom made for me for the first time, and I couldnt help but gasp at how fitting the dress was on my body. I admired myself in a mirror for a few more minutes, something I wasn't really accustomed to doing. But today I had to look perfect, I just had a tinge that my fated mate will be from the Star Raiders pack and will carry me back to his pack so we can live our life. Just as I was admiring myself in the mirror, Crystal barged into my room. Does she not knock? My heart twitched in rage seeing her standing across me.She was really dresse

~Ryan~I stood there, stiff, jaw so tight I thought I might snap a damn tooth. The Crystal or whatever, I didn’t even know—was all over me, practically draping herself across my side, showing off the mark she’d just put on my neck like it was some trophy. Her voice was this low, smug purr, but it barely registered.Because I felt nothing.No pull. No warmth. No bond. Just... nothing.And I was trying to act normal, trying to keep my face blank, but inside, everything felt wrong.And then— Like a bolt of lightning straight under my skin—zap—it hit me.My head snapped up so fast it made me a little dizzy, eyes scanning, heart picking up, wolf stirring like he’d just been shocked awake.Mate.The word pounded through me, a single beat that rattled in my chest.My wolf surged forward, claws scraping inside me, eyes narrowing, searching—desperate.And then I saw her. Ellie.Her eyes met mine from across the crowd, and the second it happened, it was like the ground tilted. Like the air g

I couldn’t stop shaking.I tried. God, I tried.Curled in on myself, pressed my face into the pillow so hard I couldn’t breathe, dug my fingers into the sheets like I could hold myself together.But it didn’t matter.The sobs still came. Loud. Broken. Ugly. My chest felt like it was caving in, my throat was raw, my whole body locked up like it wasn’t even mine anymore.I should’ve left.I should’ve fucking left.I should’ve walked away before this moment could brand itself into my skin, before it could claw its way into my bones. Before it could rot inside me like something sick and twisted and permanent.But I didn’t.And now?Now I was here.Falling apart over something I could never, ever change.God, I was so stupid. So fucking stupid.If Mom were still here, she wouldn’t have let this happen.She wouldn’t have let him do this to me.She would’ve fought for me. She would’ve looked my father in the eye and dared him to say that my mate—**my mate—**belonged to someone else.But she