登入The howl didn’t stop.It vibrated through stone, through soil, through the marrow of every wolf in Blackwood territory. Pups woke screaming. Mated pairs clutched each other as their bonds flickered. Old wolves collapsed to their knees, blood dripping from their noses.In the center of it all stood Luna.Silver light poured from her like a second moon had been born in that room. The crescent mark on her palm had spread into vines of light, wrapping up her arm, across her collarbone, stopping just below her jaw. A crown hovered above her head, made of moonlight and blood and something older than the pack itself.Damian was on his knees too. Not by choice. His body remembered hierarchy even if his heart didn’t. The Alpha flame that had burned in his chest since he was 18 flickered… then went out. Gone.He pressed a hand to his chest where the bond used to sit. Empty. Cold. But Luna was still there. Still his. Even without the goddess’s mark.“Goddess forgive me,” Selene whispered from t
The glass rained down like silver teeth. Luna shoved Damian back a step, her palm still burning from the hidden parchment. Silver eyes. Not wolf. Not human. Something older than both.“Get down,” Damian snarled, already shifting. Bones cracked. Claws burst from his fingers. In half a second he was between her and the window, Alpha aura flaring like a shield.But the voice came again. Smooth. Amused. Ancient. “Alpha Damian. You should’ve stayed away from the heir.”Luna’s blood froze. Heir. So word had spread. The council wasn’t the only one reading old records.Damian turned his head slightly, gold eyes blazing. “Who are you?”The figure outside didn’t answer. It raised a hand. The shattered glass lifted from the floor, swirling in the air like a storm. Each shard reflected the full moon — hundreds of tiny moons, all pointed at Luna’s heart.“Found you,” it whispered. “The Silver Moon bleeds tonight.”Luna’s wolf howled inside her. Not in fear. In recognition. Her mother’s last wor
The moon hung low over the pack territory, silver light spilling through the window of Luna’s room like spilled secrets. Three nights. That’s how long it had been since Alpha Damian rejected her in front of the entire pack. Three nights of silence. Three nights of her heart trying to beat around the hole in her chest.Tonight was different.A knock. Soft. Hesitant. Only one person in this pack knocked like they were afraid of their own shadow.Luna’s breath caught. She wasn’t supposed to open the door. The elders had forbidden it. “No contact until the mating ceremony is voided,” they said. But her wolf was already pushing to the surface, desperate, clawing for just one look at him.She pulled the door open an inch.And there he stood.Damian. Her Alpha. Her mate. The man who had spoken the words that broke her in front of 200 wolves: “I, Alpha Damian, reject you, Luna, as my mate.”He looked wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes. Shirt wrinkled. Like he hadn’t slept since that day. H
The hall went silent when Alpha Derek pointed at her.“Lyra Blackwood. Step forward.”His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. When an Alpha spoke, the whole Blood Moon Pack felt it in their bones. Fifty wolves turned. Fifty pairs of eyes. Fifty judgments.Lyra walked. Bare feet on cold stone. Her dress was torn from yesterday’s training. Her hair was a mess. She looked like what he called her in front of everyone last month: trash.She stopped three steps from him. Close enough to smell his cedar and anger. Far enough to remember her place.“Again,” Alpha Derek said. He didn’t look at her face. He looked through her, like she was glass. “You failed the boundary patrol. Again. You let a rogue cross into our territory. Again.”“It wasn’t my fault—”“It’s never your fault.” He cut her off. The crowd murmured. “You’re a disgrace to this pack. To your dead mother. To me.”That last word hit harder than any slap. To me.Because two years ago, he had marked her. Not with a bite. With a
He didn’t speak at first. He just stared at me, and that stare felt heavier than his rejection.His jaw tightened like he was holding back a storm. The muscle in his neck twitched. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and I swore I could hear his bones crack from the pressure. The air in the throne room grew thick, suffocating, like the calm before lightning struck the mountain.“You think rejecting me has no consequence?” His voice came out low, dangerous, like thunder before rain. Every word hit my skin like ice. It wasn’t a question. It was a promise.I wanted to step back but my legs were frozen. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he could hear it. The air between us turned hot and cold at the same time. Heat from his anger, cold from the fear crawling up my spine.He took one step forward. Then another. Each step echoed through the silent hall like a death sentence. The torches on the walls flickered as if even the fire was afraid of him. His eyes weren’t silver anymo
Luna woke to cold sheets and an empty space beside her. For five years, Asher’s body heat had been her alarm clock. His scent, pine and snow and something darker that was only him, told her she was safe before her eyes even opened. Tonight, there was only cold.Her hand moved to her stomach before her mind caught up. The baby kicked hard. Too hard. As if she felt the absence too. Seven months along and the little girl had her father’s temper already.“Luna?” The word came out soft, broken by sleep. No answer. The suite door stood open. Just a crack. Snow drifted in on the wind, melting on the stone floor in dark patches. The fire had died to embers. Moonlight made everything look like ghosts.Luna pushed herself up slowly. Pregnancy had made every movement heavier. Her back ached. Her feet swelled. But her wolf was alert. Her wolf had felt Asher leave. Her wolf had felt his fear through their bond.Something was wrong.She wrapped the silver cloak around her shoulders. It still smel
Luna didn’t even realize she was going to collapse. One second she was walking through the rose garden behind the packhouse, her hand resting on her stomach as Aurora kicked gently against her palm. The morning sun was warm on her face, and the scent of roses made her feel peaceful for the first t
Luna woke up screaming. The sound tore through the silent suite like glass shattering. Her hands clutched at the air, her gray eyes wide and glassy with terror, sweat pouring down her face despite the cold room. “Asher! No! Don’t leave me! Please!” Luna cried out, thrashing against the sheets,
Luna woke up alone. The bed beside her was cold. The fireplace had burned down to embers. And Asher’s scent - pine and snow and safety - was faint in the room. Luna sat up slowly, her hand immediately going to her stomach where Aurora kicked gently, as if sensing her mother’s unease. It was 5am.
It was 2:43am when Luna woke up with her hand pressed to her stomach.Not from pain. Not from fear. But from something else. Something small. Something real.A flutter. Like a butterfly trapped beneath her skin. Then another. And another. Luna sat up slowly in bed, her heart pounding







