The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate

Elara’s pov

I woke to sunlight slicing through curtains that weren’t mine, and for a moment—just one soft, stupid moment, I let myself believe I was still dreaming.

Then the scent hit me. Cedar and rain. A scent I had memorized from a distance for six years without ever once thinking I’d wake up tangled in it.

I turned my head, and my heart stopped.

Damian Wolfe lay beside me, his chest rising and falling in sleep, the Alpha mark dark against his throat. My sister’s intended. The man the whole pack worshipped like something carved out of moonlight. The man I had loved hopelessly, secretly, shamefully, since I was twelve years old and old enough to understand that wanting him was the most dangerous thing I could do.

Memory came back in jagged pieces—the bonfire, the ache that had nothing to do with reason, the way his eyes had locked onto mine across the fire and gone wide with the same shock that must have been written all over my face. I had just turned eighteen the night before. It had been my first shift as an adult, and the moon had handed me the truth before it gave me anything else: he was mine. We were fated mates. 

My chest filled with something I hadn’t let myself feel in years—hope, real and trembling and so big it scared me. Fated mates. The rarest gift the moon goddess gave anyone. Surely this changed everything. 

Surely a man like Damian, who had never once looked at me like I existed, would have to look at me differently now. I pressed my hand flat against my own ribs, willing my heart to slow down, I wondered if he would choose me instead of my sister now.

He stirred. His eyes opened, found mine, and for one breathless second I saw the desires in his eyes, the same thing I felt humming under my skin. Then it was gone, snuffed out so fast I almost convinced myself I’d imagined it.

He was out of the bed before I could say a single word, dressing with sharp, efficient movements, his back to me like I was something he didn’t want to look at in daylight.

“Last night was an accident.” His voice was flat. “The moon does strange things to people. It won’t happen again.”

“Damian—” His name felt like glass in my mouth. “We’re mates. You felt it too. I know you did.”

“I felt a lot of things last night that don’t matter now that the sun’s up.” He turned, and his face had already closed itself off completely, like a door slamming shut on me from the inside. 

“Whatever the bond decides, I have a duty to this pack. Nothing that happened here changes that.”

“But…….” I tried protesting but he cut me off.

“There is no but, what happened between us was just heat of the moment” he pause and look at me dejectedly before continuing “I, Damian Wolfe rejects you Elara as my fated mate”

I felt something crack open in my chest, quiet and total, the kind of breaking no one else would ever see. I had spent six years loving a guy who didn’t know I existed, and the one night the universe handed me a reason to hope, he was already burying it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg him to look at me the way he had for that one unguarded second. Instead I just sat there, frozen, humiliated by my own hope.

The door slammed open.

My sister Selene stood on the threshold, beautiful and trembling, one hand pressed over her mouth like she might be sick. Behind her, our mother—Yvonne, the only mother I’d ever known, the woman who had never once called me daughter without that familiar curl of disgust in her voice—took one look at the rumpled bed, at Damian’s open shirt, at my bare shoulders, and crossed the room in three furious strides.

The slap caught me so hard my vision went white at the edges.

“You shameless creature.” Her voice shook with rage. “Your sister’s intended, in her own pack house. Did you plan this? Did you scheme to ruin her happiness because you’ve never had any of your own?”

“It wasn’t……..I didn’t—” My cheek was on fire and my throat had closed up so tight the words couldn’t get past it.

Selene began shedding tears “I know she has always been jealous of me, I didn’t know she wanted my man, I would have left him for her” I knew those tears were fake, she just enjoyed seeing me in this position.

“Enough.” Damian’s voice cut through the room like a blade. “Last night was an accident. It changes nothing about my engagement to Selene.”

I flinched like he’d struck me too. My mother’s hand dropped. Selene made a small, wounded sound and pressed herself further into the doorframe, like she couldn’t bear to be in the same room as me.

Then our father stepped into view behind her, and the room went quiet in a different, colder way.

My father never raised his voice. He didn’t need to. “Pack her things,” he said, looking at me like I was a stranger who’d wandered into his house by accident. “She’ll be stripped of her beta status and reassigned to the omega quarters by morning.”

The floor seemed to drop away beneath me. Of everyone in this room, he was the only one whose love I’d spent my entire life trying to earn—ever since I was seven and overheard a servant whisper that I wasn’t truly Yvonne’s blood, that my real mother had been someone else, someone unspeakable. I had told myself for years that if I was just good enough, just quiet enough, just useful enough, he would eventually look at me the way he looked at Selene. That hope had been the one warm thing in a childhood made mostly of cold rooms and colder silences. And now I watched it die in real time, in his eyes, in front of everyone.

“Father, please.” My voice cracked apart. “It was an accident. The moon chose it, not me. I never wanted to hurt Selene, I swear it—”

“You shared a Luna’s bonding night with my future son-in-law,” he said, “and you expect me to believe it meant nothing.” His gaze was already sliding away from me, already finished. “I should have sent you to the omegas the day you were born.”

I turned to Damian, desperate, because he knew what had happened between us, knew it had been mutual and helpless and neither one’s doing. Surely he would say something. Anything.

He watched me with the same composed, distant expression he might give a stranger’s bad luck on the street. And in that silence, in the way his eyes refused to hold mine, I understood with a clarity that hurt worse than the slap: I was completely, utterly alone.