HIS FORBIDDEN LUNA

The full moon hung low and heavy over the Whispering Woods, its silver light painting every tree in cold, merciless white. Aria Vale stood in the center of the ceremonial clearing, barefoot on the damp earth, her white ceremonial dress clinging to her trembling body. Tonight was supposed to be the night everything changed.

Tonight she would meet her fated mate.

She had dreamed of this moment for years. Every young wolf did. The bond was sacred, unbreakable, the one thing in their brutal world that was supposed to be pure. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. Eighteen years of waiting, of hoping, of believing that somewhere out there was someone who would look at her and see more than the quiet, orphaned girl who cleaned tables at the pack diner.

Alpha Reid stood at the edge of the circle with the rest of the high-ranking wolves. His eyes were sharp, calculating. Beside him stood his son—Jace Reid, the future Alpha. Tall, golden-haired, already carrying the arrogance of a man who had never been denied anything.

Aria’s wolf stirred restlessly inside her. Something felt wrong. The air was too still. The usual excited murmurs of the pack were missing. Only silence pressed against her ears.

“Aria Vale,” Alpha Reid’s voice boomed across the clearing. “Step forward.”

She obeyed, legs unsteady. The moment she crossed the final line of the circle, the scent hit her.

Pine. Smoke. And something darker… something that made her wolf whimper in confusion.

Jace stepped into the moonlight.

Their eyes locked.

The mate bond snapped into place like a physical force, knocking the breath from Aria’s lungs. Heat flooded her body. Her wolf howled in pure, desperate recognition. Mate. Mine. Ours.

For one perfect second, she smiled.

Then Jace’s face twisted in disgust.

He recoiled as if she had slapped him.

“No,” he said, loud enough for every wolf in the clearing to hear. “Absolutely not.”

The word landed like a blade.

Aria’s smile died. “Jace…?”

He took another step back, wiping his hands on his jeans as though her scent itself was filthy. “I reject you, Aria Vale. I reject you as my mate. I reject the bond. I reject everything.”

The rejection hit harder than any physical blow. Pain exploded behind her ribs, sharp and white-hot, as if someone had reached inside her chest and torn something vital free. Her knees buckled. She dropped to the ground, gasping, fingers digging into the dirt.

Around her, the pack erupted into shocked whispers that quickly turned into cruel laughter.

“The diner girl?”

“Even the moon made a mistake with that one.”

“Look at her—pathetic.”

Alpha Reid’s voice cut through the noise. “The rejection is accepted. The bond is severed.”

Aria lifted her head, tears already streaming down her face. “Please,” she whispered. “Jace, don’t—”

He didn’t even look at her. “I already have a chosen mate. Someone worthy. Someone pure.” He gestured to the side, where a beautiful brunette in a blood-red dress stepped forward with a triumphant smile. “Lila will be my Luna. Not some orphan with no standing and no future.”

The second rejection—public, deliberate, final—shattered whatever pieces of her heart remained.

Aria’s wolf screamed inside her mind, thrashing against the broken bond. Blood trickled from her nose. Her vision blurred. The pain was so intense she thought she might die right there in the dirt.

Alpha Reid nodded once. “Remove her.”

Two large warriors stepped forward. Rough hands grabbed her arms and hauled her up. She barely felt her feet touch the ground as they dragged her away from the circle, away from the lights, away from the pack that had never wanted her.

They took her deep into the woods, far beyond the territory markers.

One of them shoved her hard. She stumbled and fell against a tree, bark scraping her palms.

“Stay gone,” the warrior growled. “If you come back, we’ll finish what the rejection started.”

Then they left her.

Alone.

Aria curled into herself on the forest floor, sobbing so hard her body convulsed. The broken bond burned like acid in her veins. Every breath felt like knives. Her white dress was already stained with dirt and blood from her scraped knees.

She didn’t know how long she lay there. Minutes. Hours. The moon slowly climbed higher, indifferent to her agony.

Eventually the worst of the physical pain faded into a dull, constant ache. But the emptiness remained. A hollow space where the mate bond should have been.

Her wolf was quiet now. Traumatized. Hiding.

Aria forced herself to sit up. Tears still fell, but they were slower now. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and looked around. The woods were darker here. Deeper. Dangerous even for a wolf.

She had nowhere to go.

No family. No pack. No mate.

Just the clothes on her body and the shattered pieces of a future that had never really been hers.

A low growl rumbled from the shadows to her left.

Aria froze.

Yellow eyes glowed between the trees. Then another pair. And another.

Rogues.

Her heart stuttered. She tried to shift, but the rejection had weakened her. Her wolf refused to come forward, still reeling from the broken bond. She was stuck in human form—vulnerable, bleeding, alone.

The first rogue stepped into the moonlight. He was thin, scarred, hungry-looking. A cruel smile stretched across his face.

“Well, well,” he rasped. “A little rejected wolf all by herself. Tonight just got interesting.”

Aria scrambled backward until her spine hit a tree. “Stay away from me.”

The rogue laughed. Two more emerged behind him. “She’s got spirit. I like that. Makes the hunt better.”

They lunged.

Aria screamed and tried to run, but her body was too slow, too broken. One of them caught her by the hair and slammed her into the ground. Pain exploded through her skull. Another set of claws raked down her back, tearing the white dress and the skin beneath. Hot blood soaked the fabric.

She fought. She kicked. She clawed. But there were three of them, and she was already half-dead from the rejection.

A heavy boot connected with her ribs. Something cracked. She gasped, choking on the pain.

This was how she would die. Not as a Luna. Not as someone’s mate. Just a discarded girl left to be torn apart in the dirt.

One of the rogues leaned down, breath foul against her face. “Any last words, little reject?”

Aria’s vision was tunneling. The edges of the world turned black. Blood filled her mouth. She could barely speak.

But somewhere deep inside, past the pain and the broken bond and the terror, a single thought burned bright and furious.

I will not die here.

She didn’t know where the strength came from. Maybe it was pure desperation. Maybe it was the last gift of a wolf that refused to quit. Her fingers closed around a sharp rock half-buried in the soil. With the last of her energy she swung it upward, catching the rogue across the temple.

He howled and staggered back.

It wasn’t enough. The other two were already on her again.

Claws. Teeth. Pain.

Then—suddenly—a different scent cut through the chaos.

Not pine. Not smoke.

Something colder. Darker. Powerful enough to make the rogues freeze mid-attack.

Aria’s fading consciousness registered the sound of heavy footsteps. A low, lethal growl that did not belong to any ordinary wolf.

The last thing she saw before the darkness took her was a pair of glowing crimson eyes in the shadows… and the silhouette of a man so large he seemed to blot out the moon itself.

Then everything went black.