REJECTED LUNA, CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE KING

Elara

The white silk of my mating dress clung to my skin like a shroud.

I stood on the raised platform in the center of Silvermoon's ceremonial grounds, my bare feet freezing against the stone, while three thousand pack members watched in silence. The full moon hung low and swollen above us, casting silver light across the gathered wolves. Every eye was fixed on me the wolfless Omega who had somehow, impossibly, been chosen as the Alpha's fated mate.

I had spent three years praying for this moment.

Three years of enduring whispered insults in the pack hallways. Three years of being shoved aside at the water well, of being given the smallest portions at communal meals, of being told I was lucky the Alpha even allowed a defect like me to remain in the territory.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Because Kael Draven, the most powerful Alpha in the Northern Territories, had looked at me across a crowded room six months ago and frozen. I'd felt the bond snap into place like lightning striking my chest. His eyes had widened. His wolf had howled inside him.

And then he had walked away without a word.

I'd spent the next six months in agony, the mate bond pulling at my chest like a fishhook. Every night I'd lain awake, wondering if I'd imagined it. Wondering if perhaps I was so broken that even fate had made a mistake.

But then the invitation had come.

The mating ceremony would take place on the next full moon. I was to wear white. I was to stand before the pack and be claimed.

I had never been so terrified or so hopeful in my entire life.

Now I stood on the platform, and Kael walked toward me with measured steps. He looked like a god carved from marble tall, broad shouldered, with that sharp jaw and those piercing silver eyes that had haunted my dreams. His black ceremonial robes billowed behind him, embroidered with the silver wolf sigil of his house.

His expression was unreadable.

"Elara Voss," he said, his voice carrying across the silent crowd. "You stand before your pack. You stand before the Moon Goddess. Do you accept me as your fated mate?"

My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe. "I... I accept, Alpha Kael."

A ripple of murmurs ran through the crowd. Some were kind. Most were not.

Kael stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the pine and smoke scent of him. His eyes met mine, and for just a moment, I saw something flicker there—something that looked almost like pain.

Then it was gone.

"Three years ago," he continued, his voice cold as winter steel, "I was told I would find my mate among the wolves of this pack. I was told she would be strong. Worthy. Capable of bearing the next Alpha of Silvermoon."

My stomach dropped. "Kael?"

"I was told," he pressed on, "that the Moon Goddess would never be so cruel as to give me an Omega. A wolf with no wolf. A woman who cannot shift. A mate who is less than nothing."

The crowd was completely silent now. I could feel their eyes on me like brands.

"Kael, please—"

"You are not my mate, Elara Voss." His voice rose, sharp and cutting. "You are a mistake. A defect that fate somehow overlooked."

"No." The word came out as a whisper. "No, you felt it too. I know you did. The bond—"

"The bond was a mistake." His eyes blazed silver. "One I am correcting now. I reject you, Elara Voss. I reject you as my fated mate. I reject you as my Luna. I reject you as a member of this pack. You are nothing to me. You have always been nothing."

The bond shattered.

It wasn't a clean break it was a tearing, a rending, as if something vital was being ripped out of my chest. I screamed. I couldn't help it. The pain was so immense, so all-consuming, that my body gave out beneath me.

I collapsed to my knees on the cold stone. Blood dripped from my nose onto the white silk of my dress. My vision swam with black spots.

Through the haze, I heard Kael's voice one last time.

"Get her out of my sight."

Hands grabbed me. Rough hands. Unkind hands. I was dragged off the platform like refuse, tossed onto the hard ground at the edge of the ceremonial grounds. The pack members stepped back as if I was diseased, forming a circle around me.

I lay there, broken and bleeding, while the mating ceremony continued without me.

Kael turned to the crowd, his silver eyes scanning the assembled wolves. "I have found another," he announced. "One who is worthy of an Alpha's mark. Seraphina Blackwood, daughter of Beta Councilman Marcus Blackwood. Step forward."

A woman emerged from the front row beautiful, elegant, with raven hair and golden eyes. Seraphina was everything I was not. Pure blooded, powerful, with a wolf that could level mountains.

She walked up the steps to the platform and took Kael's hand. He looked at her with such tenderness that something inside me finally, truly broke.

"I accept you, Seraphina Blackwood," he said. "I accept you as my fated mate. I accept you as my Luna. I accept you as the mother of my children."

The crowd roared with approval.

And I lay in the dirt, bleeding, utterly forgotten.

Three years of hoping, I thought as the darkness crept in at the edges of my vision. Three years of praying to be accepted. And this is what I get.

I should have known. I should have known that no one would ever want a defect like me.

No wolf. No pack. No mate. No future.

I am nothing.

I am less than nothing.

I am