The cold night air bit into my skin as I stepped out of the Blackwood Pack’s grand hall. My vision blurred, but I refused to let the tears fall. Not here. Not where they could see my weakness.
Each step away from that place felt heavier, like I was walking through a storm that wanted to pull me back. My chest ached, the mate bond screaming inside me, but I ignored it. Kieran had rejected me—humiliated me in front of everyone. There was no going back. I kept walking, my silver gown dragging across the dirt path leading to the pack’s borders. The guards stationed there glanced at me, their eyes filled with pity, but they didn’t stop me. I wasn’t their Luna anymore. My feet carried me to the forest beyond the Blackwood Pack’s land. The trees loomed over me, their twisted branches reaching out like claws. My wolf, Astrid, whimpered in my mind, mourning the bond that had been torn. “Why didn’t he complete the rejection?” she asked weakly. I swallowed hard, hugging myself against the cold. “Because he wants me to suffer.” Kieran had left the bond intact on purpose. He wanted me to feel the pain of rejection forever. Every time he kissed Callista, every time he touched her, I would feel it. My heart would break over and over again. A sharp pain struck my chest, making me gasp. I dropped to my knees, clutching at my heart as agony spread through me. The mate bond was already punishing me. Kieran was with her. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain, but it was useless. I felt everything—the warmth of his touch on her skin, the way he whispered in her ear. It was as if a dagger was being driven straight into my soul. Tears finally escaped, falling onto the dry leaves beneath me. I don’t want this. I don’t want to feel this. I let out a choked sob, my whole body shaking. Why? Why did the Moon Goddess give me a mate who would destroy me? The wind howled around me, rustling the trees as if the universe itself mourned my pain. I had never felt so alone, so abandoned. For hours, I sat there, lost in my sorrow, until exhaustion pulled at me. My limbs were numb, my heart shattered. I needed to get up. I needed to move. But where would I go? I had no pack. No home. My father, Alpha Gregory Nightshade, had never truly cared for me. He always favored Callista, his perfect daughter. And my mother… my mother had died when I was young. I had no one. I was nothing. No. A small voice inside me whispered, defiant and strong. You are not nothing. You are Selene Nightshade. You will not let them break you. My fingers dug into the dirt as I pushed myself up. My legs trembled, my body weak from the pain, but I forced myself to stand. I wiped my tears away, taking a shaky breath. I couldn’t stay here. If I did, the Blackwood guards would drag me back by morning, and I refused to be their prisoner. I turned toward the unknown, toward the deep woods that stretched for miles. There were dangers beyond the Blackwood Pack’s borders—rogues, hunters, and worse. But I didn’t care. I would rather face the wild than spend another second in a place that had destroyed me. With one last glance at the land I once called home, I stepped into the darkness. --- The forest was silent except for the rustling of leaves under my bare feet. My gown, once beautiful, was torn and dirty. My breath came in ragged gasps as I forced myself to keep moving. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I couldn’t stop. Time passed in a blur. The moon shifted in the sky, marking the passing hours. My body ached, exhaustion threatening to pull me under. And then, suddenly, I heard it. A low growl. I froze. The air grew thick with the scent of wolves, but not just any wolves—rogues. My heart pounded as dark figures emerged from the shadows. Their eyes glowed in the night, their bodies covered in scars. A man stepped forward, his lips curling into a cruel grin. “Well, well, what do we have here?” My hands clenched into fists. I knew what rogues did to lone wolves, especially ones like me—weak, abandoned, unprotected. Another rogue sniffed the air, his eyes narrowing. “She smells like an Alpha’s mate.” The leader chuckled. “Not anymore, I’d guess. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be out here alone.” I took a step back, but they closed in, circling me like prey. I had two choices—run or fight. Running wouldn’t work. I was too weak, and they were too fast. That left one option. My wolf stirred inside me, still injured from the rejection, but willing to fight. We won’t go down without a battle. I let out a low growl, forcing my body into a defensive stance. “Come any closer, and I’ll make you regret it.” The rogues laughed. “Feisty,” the leader mocked. “But you’re alone. Do you really think you can take all of us?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t afford to show weakness. The leader lunged. I barely dodged, rolling to the side. Pain shot through my limbs, but I ignored it. I kicked out, aiming for his knee, but he caught my leg mid-air and threw me to the ground. I gasped, the impact knocking the wind out of me. The rogues circled closer. My vision blurred. I can’t win this. I braced myself for the final blow. Then— A savage roar echoed through the forest. The rogues froze. A blur of movement crashed into them, tearing them apart like they were nothing. Claws slashed, bones cracked, and within seconds, the rogues were dead. Silence fell. I struggled to sit up, my heart racing as my savior stepped into the moonlight. A man. Tall, with dark hair and piercing silver eyes. His aura was powerful, more powerful than any Alpha I had ever encountered. He stared down at me, expression unreadable. “Who are you?” I whispered. His lips curved into a smirk. “You’re not ready for that answer yet, little wolf.” Darkness claimed me before I could respond.Selene’s POVRonan and I trailed the moon servants down the corridor until they halted in front of a carved wooden door. One servant turned to us and inclined her head.“Go ahead—the others are already inside,” she said.We both nodded, fingers still intertwined, and stepped across the threshold.Inside, the moon priestesses were seated in a quiet semicircle. Lyria sat among them, her back straight and calm as always. Yet one chair remained conspicuously empty—the very one Rowena should occupy. I could still picture her storming off earlier, cheeks flushed, the moment she caught Ronan and me kissing in the courtyard.The memory tugged a satisfied smile from me. If she’s that furious, good. Let her stew in it a while longer."Come and take your seats, Celestial Heir and her mate," one of the Moon Priestesses said, gesturing gracefully toward the two empty chairs at the front.I gave a small nod, then Ronan and I walked forward and sat down side by side.I turned to Lyria, lowering my v
(Rowena's POV) The stone corridor was cold, but a fire raged inside me. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles were white, my nails digging into my palms. I stalked away from that corner, away from the sickening sight of them together, but the image was burned into my mind. “That witch,” I muttered to the empty hall, my voice a low, venomous hiss. “That shameless, pathetic harlot.” How dare she? How dare she touch him like that? Kiss him like that? I could still see it. The way she looked at him. The way he looked at her. And that oath… that disgusting, worthless oath. It meant nothing. I would make it mean nothing. “She knew I was there,” I whispered, my footsteps echoing on the stone floor. “She had to know. She did it on purpose. She wanted me to see. She wanted to throw it in my face, to make me feel jealous, to make me feel weak.”I sensed it—that witch Selene didn’t believe me. Now I know for sure she truly doesn’t believe that I was trying to take Ronan away from her.
"We should go inside now," Ronan said, his thumb gently tracing the curve of my lips. I nodded slowly, a wide, irrepressible smile spreading across my face. After what felt like an eternity of kissing and holding each other, the weight of tomorrow began to settle between us. The reality of our separation loomed over us, heavy and undeniable. I knew I wasn’t staying there forever—but still, I had grown used to seeing Ronan every single day. The thought that we might not see each other for days, maybe even weeks, hit me harder than I expected. This moment felt too precious to let go of. I didn’t want it to end. I was going to miss him so much that the sadness was already creeping in, slowly flooding my chest like a rising tide. But I tried my best to hide it. I couldn't defy the Moon Goddess's will. A rebellious part of me wanted to, just as I had in my dream, but the stakes were too high. If I stayed, I wouldn't just risk ruining the world; I would irrevocably ruin both my life an
After Ronan made his oath, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The tight knot of anxiety that had been coiling in my chest finally loosened. I believed him—completely and utterly. His words weren't just promises; they were bound by sacred power now. "Do you feel better?" Ronan asked, his eyes searching mine. I nodded, stepping closer to him. "I do. I'm sorry I needed that, but—" "Don't apologize," he said firmly. "Never apologize for needing reassurance. Especially not after..." He trailed off, not wanting to mention Rowena's name. "I trust you," I said simply. "I always did. I just needed to hear it." From the shadows of a distant corner, neither of us noticed the pair of watchful eyes following our every move, every touch, every whispered word. Lyria cleared her throat, reminding us of her presence. "The oath is witnessed and cannot be undone," she said solemnly. "Ronan of Blackwood, understand fully what you have bound yourself to. If you break this vow—if you abandon Selen
Immediately, Rowena was led back inside. I can't shake the feeling in my heart that she's up to something bad. I try to ignore it, but I just can’t help it. But that isn't the biggest problem right now, because what truly matters is the storm I'm already feeding in my heart. I don’t want to get angry at Ronan, and I don’t want things to end the way they did in the vision the Moon Goddess showed me, because if I let my pain and anger take over now, I’ll be the one who ends up hurt the most. I know this is Ronan’s past, but it already feels like Rowena is taking everything, even though she only arrived a few hours ago. She hasn’t done anything to make me suspicious or to make me think she wants to come between me and Ronan, yet I can’t shake the feeling that she is. Does that mean that’s what’s going to happen? Rowena will use the child to turn Ronan against me? And Ronan will reject me and choose her as his mate, just because she carried his child first? I won’t matter anymore. So
The path back to the Moon Temple's inner sanctum felt colder this time, like the air itself had thickened around us. The silence between Ronan and me wasn’t angry or bitter; but it was heavy, filled with everything we didn’t yet know. The questions I didn’t want to ask. The answers I was afraid to hear.Ronan walked beside me, his steps firm and steady, but I could feel the tension radiating off him like heat. His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight, and though he hadn’t spoken since we left the terrace, I knew his mind was racing.We both knew this wasn’t just about Rowena anymore. It was about trust. About everything we had built since we found each other.Lyria led the way, her robes flowing behind her like shadows of moonlight. She hadn’t said much either, but her presence was sharp, watchful. Protective.When we finally reached the binding chamber, the heavy stone doors were already open.I had never been inside this room before. It was darker than the rest of the tem