Second Chance for the Barren Luna

Talia’s POV"I..I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” I stammered, backing away from him. “I was chosen by the Moon Goddess to be your mate. I am your fated Luna. What you’ve done… it’s blasphemy.”Jason didn’t flinch. “The Moon Goddess would never allow the pack to go without an heir. You think she cares about titles more than survival?”I stared at him, stunned.“She gave me to you,” I said. “And you spit on that gift.”“She gave me a pack to protect,” he replied coldly. “And for three years, you haven’t given me an heir. That’s not the Goddess failing us, Talia. That’s you.”My breath caught in my throat. I could feel my wolf bristling at the accusation and insult. He meant every word. He was using the divine bond as a weapon, as proof that I had failed.“You think this is all I am?” I asked. “Just a womb to fill? That’s what being your Luna means to you?”“I think you’re emotional and looking for someone to blame.”I let out a bitter laugh. I stood in the same room where we us

Talia’s POVI stood by the window, staring down at the garden that used to be mine.Now it reeked of lavender and other flowers that Viki thought was more elegant. Her scent coated every stone path and flower bed: an invasive putrid scent of jasmine and smugness.My wolf growled low in the back of my mind. ‘You shouldn’t have allowed this. She defiled our territory.’‘It’s just a garden,’ I sighed and swallowed the bitterness.Even though I wanted to ignore the situation, my wolf was right. I should have challenged her on the spot and made her submit to me, but deep down I knew there was no point. Viki would have her way no matter what I did. If she told Jason to help, I would have no chance to win.Viki had taken my mate, my bed, and my garden. What was going to be next? Ever since Viki had moved into the Alpha’s residence, Jason hadn’t spent a single night with me. He went to be with her instead.He betrayed the mate bond night after night not caring about the pain, he was putting

Jason’s POV“I, Talia Carson, reject you, Jason Dalton as my mate and as my Alpha.”The words rang in my head even as the door slammed behind her.My mate, who had once followed me without question, who spent three years serving this pack beside me turned her back on our pack, on me.And she meant every word.Her voice didn’t tremble.Her eyes that were once filled with adoration for me showed anger and defiance.As her Alpha, I should have commanded her to stay where she was, to apologize to Viki, but all I could do was stare at her stunned.This wasn’t the Talia I knew. The quiet omega who took her role without complaint. Who accepted being sidelined for the good of the pack. Who kept her head down even when she was hurting.This version of her, fierce and furious, terrified me.‘Follow her,’ my wolf growled within me.I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly followed her, knowing she probably went back to her room. I walked past the pack members whispering about what happened. Bef

Talia’s POVI finally picked up my phone from the nightstand. The screen still glowed with Jason’s name as more messages came flooding in.I scrolled through the unhinged messages as he flip flopped between concern and anger:“Stop throwing a tantrum. Where are you?”“You can’t humble yourself for one moment and apologize?”“Look, I’m sorry. Let’s talk it out.”“Stop playing games and pick up.”“How dare you defy me! Return home immediately.”“You’re still Luna and you need to start acting like it.”I scoffed, tossing the phone onto the bed with a bitter laugh. After everything, after I walked away from him in front of the entire pack, he was still trying to give me orders, still pretending like he had control of me.If he thought I was coming back, Jason was a bigger fool than I originally believed.I was done with him, and I was done with his ungrateful pack.The phone vibrated again with another message, but I ignored it. I closed my eyes trying to fall back asleep when my phone st

Talia’s POVThere was a knock at the door just after sunrise.I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I assumed it was a maid bringing in breakfast or the gown I’d be wearing to the banquet tonight. With a groggy yawn, I shuffled across the room and opened the door.“Finally,” a familiar voice snapped, and an armful of fabric was thrust into my face. “I thought I was going to have to drag you out of this room myself. You slept the whole day away.”“Della?” I blinked, stunned.She breezed past me, dropping half a dozen designer dresses onto my bed and tossing a makeup case onto the nearby table.Della, my closest childhood friend, looked the same as I remembered: petite but fiery, with tanned skin, red hair soft as silk cut in a bomb to frame her face, and olive green eyes that sparkled with mischief.“You barely messaged me for three years and you thought I wouldn’t crash this party prep? Please.”I shut the door behind. I stared at her, still surprised that she was here. “I…