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The Luna They Buried

作者: Pen Artist
last update 公開日: 2026-05-09 06:44:07
LEAH DECKER

Far from Tombstone, Oakwood Pack was falling apart.

And for the first time since my exile…

I smiled at the thought.

News traveled quickly between packs, especially when fear followed it. Messengers on swift horses, traders with loose tongues, and even lone wolves seeking new alliances carried the stories across rivers and mountain passes. Within weeks, rumors of my survival had spread like wildfire across the kingdoms, igniting hushed conversations in every territory. Pack leaders ex
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  • REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND    The Masked Dance

    LEAH DECKERIt had been an entire day since I stayed indoors.No training.No arguments with Marten.No tension hanging over my shoulders like chains tightening around my neck.For the first time in what felt like forever, my body rested.But my mind did not.The dream still haunted me.The witch.The bloodline.The fire.The curse.The words she had spoken echoed through me like whispers trapped inside my ribs.“You were never meant to survive separately.”I sat quietly near the window while evening slowly swallowed the skies outside Tombstone. My fingers rested against the edge of the chair as I stared beyond the mountains. The north looked calmer tonight. The violent red skies that once terrified me had softened into deep shades of blue and silver.Peaceful.Too peaceful.I still remembered every detail from the dream.Every voice.Every symbol.Every terrifying feeling crawling beneath my skin.The more I tried to forget it, the deeper it buried itself inside me.Maria had insisted

  • REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND    The Dance I Never Wanted

    TIM HOUSTON“You will attend tonight’s celebration.”My mother’s voice carried the same calm authority it always did. The kind that sounded soft until one realized there was no room for refusal beneath it.I stood near the western balcony of Oakwood Hall, staring out at the forests stretching endlessly beneath the darkening sky. The cold wind brushing against my face did little to calm the irritation sitting heavily inside my chest.Behind me, Ophelia Houston remained seated at the long council table, sorting through kingdom letters and alliance scrolls as though she ruled the realm herself.Maybe she did.“You heard me,” she said again.I clenched my jaw.“I heard you.”“Then why do you sound annoyed?”I turned toward her slowly.“Because every conversation with you sounds less like advice and more like a command.”Her expression did not shift.“That is because you still behave like someone who needs to be commanded.”There it was again.That sharp precision she carried in every sente

  • REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND    The King Who Owned Nothing

    TIM HOUSTONThe throne room of Oakwood had never felt like mine.Not truly.Even while sitting on the throne carved for generations of kings before me, I still felt it.The invisible chains.The watchful eyes.The control.The kingdom bowed when I entered. Warriors lowered their heads. Servants moved out of my path. Elders called me Alpha King.Yet none of it mattered.Because the one thing every ruler needed most was the one thing I did not possess.Power over my own kingdom.I sat back heavily against the throne, jaw clenched while elders continued speaking about trade disputes near the southern borders. Their voices echoed endlessly through the large stone hall, but I barely listened.My mind wasn’t here.It hadn’t truly been here for weeks.Not since the rumors started.Not since whispers spread across the realm that Leah Decker might still be alive.At first, I dismissed it as nonsense.Impossible.I watched her get dragged away.Watched her banishment.Watched her disappear into

  • REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND    The Dance He Was Afraid To Ask For

    LEAH DECKERThe knock came softly.Too softly for a man like Marten.I opened my eyes slowly, my chest still rising heavily from the dream that had ripped through my sleep. My body felt damp with sweat beneath the blankets. My fingers trembled against the sheets while the witch’s words echoed endlessly inside my head.The child of two curses.The phrase wouldn’t leave me alone.Another knock followed.“Leah.”His voice.Deep. Controlled. Familiar.I swallowed hard and pushed myself upright on the bed. The room was dim, lit only by the orange glow of dying candles. For a moment, I just sat there trying to separate the dream from reality.But my pulse still raced.The witch’s face still haunted me.The blood.The ruins.The silver eyes.“Leah,” Marten called again, gentler this time.“I’m awake,” I answered quickly.Silence followed before the heavy door slowly creaked open.Marten stepped inside.The moment my eyes landed on him, something inside me eased against my will.He had changed

  • REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND    The Child Of Two Curses

    LEAH DECKERThat night, sleep felt cursed.Not peaceful.Not soft.Not even natural.It felt like something waiting beneath my skin, watching me from the moment I closed my eyes.The truths Elder Kael revealed earlier still sat heavily inside my chest. Every word he spoke had changed something in me. Oakwood had known about my powers long before I became Tim’s Luna. My exile had been planned. My parents had not died by chance.And somewhere inside Oakwood, someone still lived knowing exactly what I was. What bothered me most was that my parents knew about it and they claimed to protect me, but still left me in the hands of the very people that wanted me dead. The thought of it pained me so badly.I stood near the balcony of my chambers, staring into the dark mountains surrounding Tombstone. The wind tonight was colder than usual. It slipped through my loose hair and touched my skin like warning fingers.Below, warriors patrolled the grounds with torches and blades.Tombstone never tru

  • REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND    Secrets Beneath Oakwood

    LEAH DECKERThe rain had not stopped since dawn.It crawled down the stone windows of Tombstone like mourning hands, slow and cold, while thunder rolled across the mountains above us. The entire pack felt restless. Warriors moved faster through the halls. Guards doubled near the gates. Even the wolves hidden beneath human skin seemed uneasy.And somehow, so was I.I stood in Elder Kael’s chamber with my arms folded tightly across my chest while the old man searched through piles of ancient scrolls and books stacked almost to the ceiling. Dust floated through the dim candlelight. The smell of old parchment and herbs filled the room heavily.“You said you found something,” I muttered impatiently.Kael did not answer immediately. His aged fingers moved carefully over a leather-bound book darker than the others.Marten stood beside the stone archway behind me, silent and watchful. His presence had become impossible to ignore lately. Just like yesterday even when he said nothing, I felt him

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