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“The Moon Goddess has made her choice.”
The elder’s voice thundered across the ceremonial hall. A hush fell over the pack, silence so heavy I could hear my own heartbeat slamming in my chest. Dozens of eyes turned in my direction. My palms were clammy. My chest heaved. The bond tugged at me, an invisible string pulling me toward him. Lucien Blackthorn. My breath hitched as my gaze locked with his. Tall, broad-shouldered, dangerous. Golden eyes that burned like fire under the glow of the moonlight filtering through the tall windows. The future Alpha. The man every she-wolf in the Blood fang Pack dreamed of. And the Moon Goddess had given him… to me. I felt my lips part, trembling with disbelief. My heart screamed inside me—hope, fear, everything tangled. Me, Evelyn. The weak omega. The nobody. The girl who spent her life scrubbing floors, ignored, mocked, forgotten. For one fleeting second, I thought maybe the Goddess hadn’t abandoned me after all. Maybe I was chosen for something more. My body trembled as I whispered, “Lucien…” But his lips twisted into something cruel. “I reject you.” The words hit me harder than claws, harder than a blade. Gasps echoed through the hall. The crowd stirred like a restless storm. “No way”. “The Alpha’s son rejecting his fated mate?” “Of course he would. Look at her. She’s nothing but a weakling.” Their voices stabbed at me, one after another. My knees trembled as though they could give out at any moment. My throat tightened. I forced my voice out, broken and weak. “What?” Lucien’s gaze burned cold. His tone was sharp enough to cut. “You heard me, omega. I, Lucien Blackthorn, reject you as my mate. You are not worthy of me. You will never be Luna of this pack.” I staggered back as laughter rose around me. “She thought she could be Luna? Pathetic.” “Did she actually believe he’d accept her?” “Look at her face, goddess, she’s trembling like a scared pup.” Heat rose to my cheeks, but it wasn’t warmth, it was fire, humiliation burning me alive. My chest tightened so badly I thought my ribs would snap. I shook my head, desperate, my voice cracking. “Lucien, please don’t say this. The Moon Goddess” “Silence!” His roar shook the air. Power rolled from him, making my body freeze against my will. His Alpha aura was suffocating. Tears blurred my vision, but I could still see his eyes, hard, unyielding and merciless. “You think fate could bind me to someone like you?” His words were venom. “you? A Pathetic. Weak. You’d only disgrace me. You’d drag me down in front of every Alpha in the region.” The crowd murmured their agreement. My heart shattered piece by piece. “Please.” My whisper was barely audible, but he caught it. I knew he did. My lips quivered as I tried to fight the tears burning my eyes. “Please don’t do this. Don’t throw me away like this. I’ll do anything” He stepped closer. His presence towered over me, suffocating, reminding me how small I was compared to him. His gaze narrowed with disgust. “You will accept my rejection, omega. Right here. Right now. Say it.” My entire body shook. My nails dug into my palms as I tried to breathe. If I accepted, the bond would break and the pain might kill me. But if I refused, he would humiliate me even more. I couldn’t speak. My voice was trapped in my throat. Lucien growled low, his tone mocking, cruel. “What’s wrong, Evelyn? Afraid? You should be. Did you think you deserved me? You’ll never stand beside me. You’ll never even stand in my shadow.” Laughter exploded from the pack. Some jeered, some shook their heads with pity. Others whispered like vultures circling a dying animal. “She should accept it and end this disgrace.” “She’s lucky he’s letting her live.” “She’ll always be nothing.” Their words pressed down on me like stones. I wanted to scream, to tell them they were wrong, to tell him he was wrong. But my voice broke before it reached my lips. I stared at him, my vision blurred with tears, my soul aching. “Lucien” His jaw clenched. “Say it. Accept my rejection.” “No” The whisper slipped out, weak, trembling. His expression darkened instantly. “You dare defy me?” His aura slammed into me like a tidal wave. My legs buckled, but I forced myself to stay upright even as my body shook violently. Gasps spread again. “She refused?” “She actually defied him!” “Foolish omega.” Lucien’s voice was deadly calm. “You think you can cling to me? You think fate will change my mind? Fate is wrong. You are nothing, Evelyn. Nothing.” The bond inside me twisted painfully, burning like fire in my veins. My chest heaved, and I could no longer hold back the tears. They slid down my cheeks, hot and relentless. “Please,” I whispered again, choking on my own voice. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t” But he turned his back to me. His rejection was final. His silence louder than any roar. My knees finally gave out. I crashed to the cold stone floor, my palms slapping against it as the sound of laughter filled the hall. “She’s begging. Pathetic.” “Rejected in front of everyone. She’ll never recover from this.” “She’ll be an outcast forever.” The world spun around me, every whisper stabbing deeper. The rejection cut into my soul like knives. And then the darkness crept in. My vision blurred, my body collapsing. The last thing I heard before the blackness claimed me was Lucien’s cold voice, echoing in my chest. “You will never be mine.”Ariel POV The house was a different place at dawn. Last night’s music was a memory in the chandeliers. The guests were gone. The rooms smelled like flowers and smoke—nice things masking the truth. I woke with my head full of echoes: the scattered dust, the way the powder had blown like ash, Lily’s face folding in fear. My heart still beat like a hunted thing. Damien lay beside me, solid and quiet. His breathing slowed and then quickened as I moved. I could feel his hand, careful as a promise, on my waist. I watched him sleep for a moment, that dangerous, soft face that belonged only to me now. He had always been darkness with a grin, but now there was something else—something like awe and something like fear. We both carried marks last night. I could feel him the way I felt a storm overhead. He kissed my forehead when he woke. “You okay?” he asked, voice low. I wanted to say yes. I wa
Damien POV I never liked surprise. I never liked not knowing how the board would tilt, what hand would play the knife. I built my life to cut off surprises. But that night, standing in the soft light of my house with a woman who had made me reckless, surprise ripped open the floor of my control and I fell through it. Ariel’s name left me before I realized she was no longer small. One moment she was there — paper in a perfect dress, a bride with the world looking on — and the next something in her shifted. The light around her did not change; she did not glow. But the air did, a pressure that pressed back at me like a tide. It made my teeth hurt. It made my chest ache as if the beat of the house had changed. Lily moved with the grace of a viper. The powder came into view like a final card. I saw the motion. I told Ethan to move. He hesitated. His eye
The words were sugar and garbage. I kept my face smooth. My hands stayed wrapped around Damien’s arm. Ethan’s eyes flicked, unreadable. He looked like someone whose strings were being pulled. There was a blankness in him that made my gut drop. “You shouldn’t have come,” I said softly. It was a warning, not a plea. “Oh, Ariel.” Lily’s voice was silk. “You think you can command me with warmth and pretty words?” She stepped closer, and where she moved the air seemed to thin. The house felt smaller. The hairs rose on my arms. Damien tightened his hold on me. His jaw clenched until the muscles at his throat stood out. I felt his hunger and his temper coiling. He stepped forward like a shield. “Ethan,” he said, cold as winter. “Step aside.” Ethan’s shoulders twitched. For one breath he looked like my old Ethan — the boy I once knew who laughed at stupid jokes and be
Ariel POV: The house felt alive. Every corner, every shadow seemed to whisper secrets. Even though Damien and I had returned from the wedding, the air was thick with tension. Lily’s presence lingered, her energy slithering through the edges of my awareness like smoke I couldn’t fully chase away. I leaned against Damien as we entered the living room. “I can feel her,” I murmured. My voice was calm, but inside, my chest pounded with both fear and anticipation. He tightened his hand around mine. “Good,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Let her come. She won’t leave the same way.” I inhaled deeply, feeling the pulse of power beneath my skin. My mother’s presence brushed against me again — quiet, hidden, but undeniably there. It gave me strength, and I felt my abilities stirring. Stronger. Sharper. Ready. The moment Ethan stepped in with Lily behind him, my insti
Ariel POV: The air in Damien’s house felt heavy as we drove in silence. The wedding was over, but my heart was still racing. My dress brushed against my legs as I adjusted myself in the car. My fingers clenched the edge of my seat. I could still feel Damien’s hands on me, his lips, the warmth of his body pressing me close during the vows. “Relax, Ariel,” Damien said softly from the driver’s seat. His voice was calm, but I knew him well enough to know his mind was racing too. I didn’t reply. My thoughts were still spinning from the ceremony. I was officially his wife now. Married in front of everyone, yet for some reason, it felt more personal, more intimate, and more binding than any ceremony could ever be. As we reached the house, I noticed the subtle change in the air. The energy felt different here — stronger, more electric. My mother’s presence brushed against me, faint but unmist
Damian POV The church was full of gold and breathing bodies. I stood at the front and watched her walk. There are few things in the world that make me lose my center. She is one of them. People think they know me—cold, ruthless, a man who takes what he wants and leaves no loose ends. They don't see the part of me that has fought small wars to keep a person alive in my world. Ariel was the war that had taught me mercy and its opposite—desire. I had practiced how to stand there. I had practiced how to listen without lunging, how to speak vows and mean them. None of that practice would have done what watching her walk done. When she appeared at the entrance, my hand went cool with something like holy fear. She had this quiet that steadied all the noise my life had become. She looked at home and she looked like a storm; the contrast pushed something deep inside me into motion. She paused,
Evelyn’s POV: The room smells like sickness and smoke. My mother’s breathing is shallow again, her chest rising and falling like it takes the strength of the whole world just to keep her alive. I sit beside her bed, wringing out the cool cloth I’ve pressed to her forehead a hundred times already
Lucien’s POV:The sight before me made my jaw tighten. Evelyn was standing too close to Rowan. His hand rested on her arm, steadying her as she stumbled, and for a moment — too long a moment — she didn’t pull away. I could feel something burning deep in my chest. Jealousy. Anger. Possessiveness I
Evelyn's Pov: I woke to the sound of Lucien guards banging on my door. this sound shattered my peaceful sleep. I checked my time, thinking I had over slept only to discover it's was 4am. "This early? and the guards want to break my door?. I asked no one in particular. But I quickly got up and ope
Evelyn’s POVAfter I ran away from the feast, I went straight to my mother. She couldn’t attend the feast tonight. She was doing worse than before. Her sickness skyrocketed last night, and now she looked so pale and weak, barely breathing in her sleep.I sighed deeply as I watched her rest peaceful







