LOGINOn the night she was meant to become Luna, Althea was publicly rejected by her fated mate. Cast aside by Alpha Lucien and exiled from the only pack she had ever known, she was left broken, humiliated, and marked as unwanted. But rejection did not destroy her. It awakened her. Taken in by the rival Nightfall Pack, Althea begins rebuilding herself in silence—training harder, growing stronger, refusing to let betrayal define her. Yet strange things begin to happen. Ancient wards react to her presence. A forgotten moonstone pulses beneath the keep. And when she sleeps, she hears whispers… thoughts that do not belong to her. Althea can read minds. What she doesn’t know is that her bloodline was erased centuries ago—wiped from history after a royal betrayal that shattered the balance of the werewolf world. The Moon Goddess has not forgotten. And now, the scales are shifting. As her hidden power awakens, so does something else. The broken mate bond she thought was dead begins to stir. Lucien feels it. Across territories and pride, he senses her transformation—and regret begins to consume him. The girl he cast aside is no longer weak. She is becoming dangerous. But Althea is no one’s pawn. Not fate’s. Not the Goddess’s. And certainly not the Alpha who rejected her. With rival packs watching, ancient secrets resurfacing, and two powerful Alphas drawn to her rising strength, Althea must decide who she will become: The rejected Luna… Or the royal wolf the world tried to erase.
View MoreThe moon was at its fullest when my mate rejected me.
Silver light flooded the ceremonial grounds, bathing the pack in reverent silence. Wolves stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes glowing with anticipation, whispers rippling through the crowd like sparks before a fire. Tonight was supposed to be my destiny. I stood at the center of the circle, hands trembling beneath the delicate lace of my white ceremonial dress. The fabric clung to my skin, heavy with meaning. Luna-to-be. Alpha’s mate. Chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. I lifted my eyes to him. Alpha Lucien Blackwood. Tall. Imposing. Untouchable. The man fate had bound to me stood across the sacred fire, dressed in ceremonial black, his expression carved from stone. His sharp jaw was tight, his golden eyes unreadable. Not warmth. Not recognition. Not relief. Fear curled in my stomach. The elder stepped forward, his voice echoing through the clearing. “Alpha Lucien Blackwood, do you accept the mate the Moon Goddess has chosen for you?” The world seemed to pause. This was the moment I had dreamed of since the bond awakened. Since the pull in my chest had nearly brought me to my knees. Since every instinct in me screamed him. Lucien didn’t answer immediately. A murmur swept through the pack. My heart began to race. Slowly, he turned his head—away from me—and his gaze landed on the elders. “I do not.” The words struck like a physical blow. The air left my lungs. Silence shattered the night. Gasps erupted. Whispers turned sharp. Shock rippled through the bond, burning like ice beneath my skin. “I, Alpha Lucien Blackwood,” he continued coldly, his voice carrying without effort, “reject Althea Vale as my mate.” My knees buckled. Pain exploded in my chest—raw, brutal, soul-deep. I clutched at my heart as the bond snapped violently, a scream tearing from my throat before I could stop it. Rejected. Publicly. Humiliated before the entire pack. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to fall. I would not give them that satisfaction. I forced myself to look at him, desperate for something—anything—to soften the cruelty of his words. “Why?” My voice came out broken. Lucien finally faced me. There was no regret in his eyes. “I need a Luna who strengthens my rule,” he said evenly. “Not a weakness.” Laughter rippled from somewhere in the crowd. Each sound carved deeper than claws. “I have obligations,” he continued. “Political alliances. A fragile pack. I will not endanger everything for a bond I never asked for.” Never asked for. As if I hadn’t felt it too. As if I hadn’t suffered it too. The elder stepped forward again, alarm etched into his features. “Alpha, the Moon—” “I’ve made my decision,” Lucien cut in sharply. “This ceremony is over.” Just like that. My fate was dismissed. The bond continued to burn, punishment for a rejection I had no power to stop. I tasted blood where I bit my lip to keep from crying out again. I straightened. If he thought rejection would break me completely, he was wrong. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze one last time. “Then hear me, Alpha Blackwood,” I said, my voice shaking but loud enough for all to hear. “From this moment on, I release you from any claim over me. I will never beg you again.” His eyes flickered—just once. Surprise? Anger? Too late. I turned away from him, away from the pack that had watched me be destroyed, and walked out of the sacred circle with my dignity bleeding behind me. The Moon Goddess had bound me to an Alpha who chose power over fate. Fine. I would choose myself. And one day… he would regret this.The moment Ronan said Blackwood scouts crossed our outer border, the air in the room felt heavier. My heartbeat slowed—not from calm, but from the strange cold clarity that sometimes comes before a fight. “They’ve never done that before?” I asked carefully. Ronan watched me, his silver eyes measuring every flicker of my expression. “Not in three years.” That alone said everything. Nightfall and Blackwood had maintained a tense but quiet distance for decades. Neither pack crossed into the other’s territory without permission. Not unless something important had happened. Or someone important had been found. I looked away toward the window, pretending to study the dark forest outside. “What do they want?” Ronan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest like a statue carved from shadow and steel. “The scouts weren’t searching,” he said finally. My stomach tightened. “They were escorting someone.” I didn’t need to ask who.
Sleep should have come easily after exhaustion. It didn’t. I lay on my bed staring into the darkness long after Ronan left my room. The fire had burned out completely now, leaving only cold stone walls and the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the window. My mind refused to quiet. The voices I had heard earlier still echoed faintly in my memory. The wards reacted again tonight. Ronan had felt it. Whatever had happened when I connected to the warriors’ thoughts… it hadn’t gone unnoticed. That should have frightened me. Instead, something else did. The way the connection had felt. Not forced. Not strained. Natural. Like opening a door that had always existed. I closed my eyes slowly, pressing my palms against them as if I could force the thoughts away. But the question refused to leave. If I could reach the minds of wolves nearby… How far could this power really go? My wolf shifted uneasily inside me. Careful. Her warning was soft but fir
Sleep had stopped being peaceful a long time ago. For most wolves, sleep meant rest. Silence. The quiet pull of the Moon Goddess watching over her children. For me, sleep had become something else entirely. A doorway. I lay on my bed in the small chamber Nightfall Pack had given me, staring up at the stone ceiling while the fire in the corner slowly died down to glowing embers. The room smelled faintly of smoke and pinewood. Outside, the night was alive with distant wolf calls and the rustle of forest wind. But inside my head… There was only anticipation. Three years ago, the voices had come by accident. Now I wanted to hear them. I closed my eyes slowly, forcing my breathing to steady the way Ronan had taught me during combat training. Inhale. Exhale. Control the body. Control the mind. The problem was, this power didn’t feel like something meant to be controlled. It felt like something meant to listen. My wolf stirred faintly beneath the surface of my consciousness.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it—the hum, the pulse, the faint whisper of consciousness I had touched in my sleep. Every night it grew stronger, more insistent, like a river carving its way through stone. By the fourth night, curiosity became necessity. I had to know the limits of what I could do. Ronan’s presence had amplified it, yes. But there was another thread I couldn’t ignore—the one tied to the bond I had thought broken forever. Lucien. The thought made my pulse accelerate. Not fear, exactly, but anticipation. My wolf shifted beneath my skin, uneasy, sensing the energy thrumming through me. I was going to reach for him. Not physically. Not consciously. But spiritually. Emotionally. Across the distance between our packs. I set the rules. I would focus only on the bond. I would maintain control. I would retreat immediately if it became overwhelming. I closed my eyes and let myself drift, hovering at the edge of sleep. The room around me softened. Shadows fli






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