Rejected by her fated Alpha on the night she was to become Luna, Saelaith Night is cast out from the only home she’s ever known. But this is no ordinary exile. Hidden within her veins flows a forgotten bloodline tied to the Moon Goddess herself; a power that could shake the foundations of the entire werewolf world. Now hunted, betrayed, and armed with ancient secrets, Saelaith must rise from the ashes as the rogue Luna; stronger, fiercer, and more determined than ever. But Alpha Vaeron Stone, the cold and ruthless leader who rejected her, is not done with her yet. Their broken bond harbors dark magic, deadly enemies, and a love neither can forget. In a world where packs vie for power, secrets breed betrayal, and the Moon’s prophecy spells doom or salvation, Saelaith faces a choice: surrender or claim the throne by any means necessary. Will she become the Luna of no one; or the goddess they all fear?
View MoreThe red moon rose over the altar but tonight, I was not the Luna they expected.
I stood on the stone platform in a silk dress I didn’t choose, marked for a future that wasn’t mine. The whole Bloodfang Pack had gathered, eyes gleaming like wolves in heat. My parents beamed, proud. Clueless.
Because tonight, I was supposed to become Luna.
Alpha Luna.
But the Alpha never looked at me.
He stood there, carved from shadows, cold, tall, and silent.
But his voice split the night like a knife.
“I, Alpha Vaeron of Bloodfang, reject Saelaith Night as my mate.”
Gasps.
My chest cracked. My wolf whimpered. The bond tore.
I lifted my chin and met his eyes.
“You may reject me, Alpha,” I said softly.
He turned his back. Cold. Final.
So I turned mine.
Let the Moon witness what I become now.
Because I am Luna of no one.
But one day, they will kneel.
The cold bit deeper than my broken heart. Snow swirled as I stumbled through the forest alone. Every step felt heavier, every breath a sharp shard of ice.
The pack whispered behind my back; the Luna who was no Luna. My wolf, Seris, howled silently beside me, wounded but alive. I didn’t belong anywhere now. Or so they thought.
Suddenly, a shadow leapt from the trees. A man with eyes like storm clouds, muscles taut as steel.
His name was Dax, rogue warrior and exile. He offered no warmth, only a hand and a warning.
Dax led me to a cave deep in the mountains. Inside, ancient markings glowed with silver light.
But awakening means danger. Enemies lurk in shadows darker than the night. Back in Bloodfang, Alpha Vaeron seethed. The rejection had fractured his pride, and his power. His second-in-command, Rhagor, urged swift action.“Find her. Bring her back. Or destroy her.”
Lira Duskveil watched from the sidelines, her smile sharp as claws. She thirsted for the throne, and for Vaeron’s ruin. The pack was no longer just a family. It was a battlefield.
Dax taught me to fight, not like a Luna in silk, but a warrior in blood. Blades flashed, muscles burned, sweat stung my eyes.
That night, under the blood moon, I dreamed. A voice whispered in the wind, cold, ancient, urgent.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being followed. Leaves rustled behind me as I trained with Dax.
Back at Bloodfang, Vaeron faced the Council. They questioned his strength after rejecting Saelaith.
Lira smiled, plotting to use this weakness against him. Power was slipping through his fingers.
Dax revealed a truth. He was once a Bloodfang warrior, exiled for defying the Alpha. His hatred for Vaeron ran deep. But when he looked at me, something shifted: respect? Hope?
In the moonless cave, the old spirit waited. She had no eyes, but saw everything.“You are no Luna,” she whispered.“You are something older.”She placed a crown of bones and silver. I felt it burn.I did not speak. I only walked alone to the cliff’s edge. Below, wolves mourned. Above, stars wept. Inside, I promised:“No more waiting. No more mercy. This pack will rise, or the world will fall.”The stolen pups returned, alive, unharmed, but changed: their eyes were red, their voices were wrong.And on their chests, symbols carved in deep:“Islaith owns tomorrow.”Even Lira backed away. I didn’t flinch.“I’ll tear her name from fate.”The cursed pups didn't sleep. They whispered in voices that weren't their own. Lira wept."They speak in dreams. About fire. About a throne."I knew then, Islaith wasn’t breaking the pack. She was reshaping it.I went to the Bone Oracle. Once, she saw all futures. Now she was blind.“You shouldn’t be alive,” she rasped. I stepped forward.“I shouldn’t be
He waited at the ruin’s edge. No scent. No sound. Just hollow eyes.“Who are you?” I asked.He didn’t answer. He only held out a mirror. I saw myself. A stranger with cracked skin, white flames leaking from her mouth.“I remember you,” he whispered.The Oracle Pack refused allegiance. I gave them one night. They used it to summon fire. Old fire. God-fire. We met at the lake of salt.Their Alpha called me cursed. I burned their banners. Their wolves trembled. The fire chose me. Again.“You’re not her anymore,”Lira said.“You kill without blinking.”“I lead,” I said.“You erase,” she whispered.I looked at my hands. Bones where rings used to be.“Would you still follow me?”Lira turned her back.“Only if I must.”I thought she had died. Seris stood before me, scarred and silent. Her left arm was gone. Her right eye glowed red.“The Hollow One lies,” she said.“You think you’ve changed everything, but it’s changing you.”I wanted to hug her. Instead, I walked away.I stood before the la
In the Hollow One’s temple, we found it; a silver mirror that whispered. Each time I looked, I saw a different version of myself.One wore a crown.One held a child.One was devouring a pack.And one… was married to Lira.The Oracle broke her silence.“You weren’t born under this sky,” she said.“What does that mean?” I snapped.She held up my blood in moonlight.It shimmered like stars.“You were born under the Ninth Moon. Not this realm. Not this timeline. That’s why they fear you.”I found him in the ruins. His armor dented. His hand shaking.“There were children inside,” he whispered.I touched his shoulder. He flinched.“They were mine, Saelaith.”He didn’t mean children by blood. He meant his wolves. And the guilt was killing him.He kissed me before he said it.“I told them where you were.”“Why?”“I wanted to save you,” he said.“They promised they’d spare the Eclipse.”“They lied,” I said.And his face broke like glass.Because deep down, he knew.It did not speak. It only br
He walked into our camp like smoke. Tall, silent, wrapped in iron-colored robes. Voice that scraped like bone.“You are the child of two wars,” he said to me.“Do you know which one you’ll finish?”Then he vanished into nothing. Dax never carried a weapon. Until today. He stood between me and a traitor wolf.“You’re not the only one who can bleed for her,” he said.Then he sliced the traitor’s throat open. His hands shook. Not from fear. But from love.They argued in the clearing. Three of them wanted to leave. Said I was more beast than Luna now.Said I’d bring ruin.I let them go. But Seris didn’t. She hunted them at night. And in the morning, only their bones remained.A hawk came with another message. No poison this time. Only blood sealed in glass. Lira’s voice echoed through my head as I read it:“Come alone. Come unarmed. I’ll give you the truth.”I left that night. Unarmed, yes. But not alone.She waited atop the Red Cliffs. Wind snapping her white cloak. Moonlight catching th
I stood in the ashes of the great hall. The Luna throne was gone, burned to bone. Dax turned to me.“Take it now,” he said.“There is no throne,” I whispered.He looked at me like I’d already become something else.“No… you are the throne.”Zoryn kissed me. Not with love, with hunger. He tasted what lived inside me, and smiled.“I was sent to kill you,” he said.“But you’re too beautiful to waste.”I slapped him. Then I kissed him back. Because I needed his darkness more than his loyalty.Lira’s coronation was drowned in moonlight and blood. The traitor packs howled her name.She wore a crown of bone and frost.“Let them see their ruin,” she told her mirror.Then she laughed. Because it was my face reflected in the glass.The old wolves met in silence. Alpha ghosts, buried kings, forgotten Lunars. They demanded tribute from me. I gave them nothing, only blood. The pact sealed in my veins. The eclipse lives in you now, Seris said. With it… comes war.The chains broke in my mind. Seris
We arrived too late. The border was soaked in blood, pack warriors torn apart. The scent of ash and silver lingered.“Witchfire,” Dax whispered, eyes scanning the trees.The rogues weren’t acting alone anymore. Something darker had joined the war. I stood before the Bloodfang warriors. Their eyes held doubt, and something colder, fear.“I don’t need your crown,” I said, voice steady.“But if you want a future, you’ll follow me now.”No one knelt. Not yet. But the silence wasn’t rejection. It was hesitation… and hunger. Vaeron smashed through the council doors, shirt torn, fists bleeding.“Who gave the kill order?” he roared.His Beta tried to speak, too slow. Vaeron shifted mid-breath, fury and wolf tearing loose. No longer a leader. Just a man desperate to protect what he let go.He was no rogue. Zoryn removed the glove from his left hand, revealing a sigil, ancient and glowing.“A child of the Eclipse Circle,” Dax muttered.A forbidden bloodline. Bound to chaos. He had been watching
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