_Leah's POV_
As I ran, the wind brushed through my fur, and my senses heightened with every step. I felt every leaf under my paws, every whisper of the night. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. I could see clearly in the darkness. My wolf's eyes could pick up every detail. I felt free for the first time in my life, no longer bound by the walls of the packhouse or the weight of my status as an omega. My muscles surged with power as I pushed myself to run faster. I was trying to escape the confusion and fear swirling inside me. But then, I heard them—heavy footsteps in the distance. Someone was following me. I glanced over my shoulder, my heart dropping when I saw them. The guards. They were coming after me, just as I feared. "Leah!" one of them shouted. "The Alpha needs you to come back to the packhouse right now. This is an order. If you don’t come back, there will be consequences!" I skidded to a stop, my heart pounding in my chest. Consequences. I knew what that meant. Alpha Kayden wasn’t the type to let disobedience slide. He could be cruel when he wanted to be. And even though my wolf screamed at me to keep running, I knew I had no choice. I couldn’t risk what he might do if I didn’t return. Reluctantly, I turned around and followed the guards back to the packhouse, my stomach twisting with fear and uncertainty. What was going to happen? Would Kayden punish me? Was he angry that the Moon Goddess had made me his mate? My thoughts spun wildly as we approached the house. When we arrived, Kayden was sitting on the porch, his expression unreadable. His eyes locked on me, and I could feel the tension in the air. “Shift back,” he ordered, his voice cold. I hesitated for a second, but then I forced my wolf back, the white fur receding as my bones cracked painfully, returning me to my human form. The shift left me feeling vulnerable and exposed, standing there in front of him in nothing but the moonlight. Without a word, Kayden grabbed my arm roughly, his fingers biting into my skin as he pulled me inside. I barely had time to process what was happening before he dragged me into the main hall. My heart raced as I realized what he was about to do. I had seen rejection ceremonies before, but never imagined I would be part of one. “Ray,” Kayden barked at his Gamma, “gather everyone. I have an important announcement.” Ray nodded and disappeared to spread the word. I stood there, my mind racing, barely able to breathe. This was it. He was going to reject me. I had known it was coming, but the reality of it hit me like a tidal wave. How could the Moon Goddess have made such a cruel mistake? How could she pair me—an omega, a nobody—with an Alpha like Kayden? He turned to face me. His eyes were cold. “Don’t get your hopes up, Leah. I will never accept you as my mate,” he said, his voice like ice. “You’re an omega—weak, insignificant. I need a strong Luna, not someone like you. Selena is the one who deserves to lead by my side. She is strong, the daughter of a Beta, and has a powerful wolf. You don’t compare to her.” Every word he said cut deeper than the last. I wanted to fight back, to scream that it wasn’t fair, but I stayed silent, my chest tight with emotion. There was no point. He had already made up his mind. Soon, the hall began to fill with pack members. I could feel their eyes on me, some curious, others filled with pity. They all knew what was about to happen. Selena entered the room, walking confidently toward the front, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She stopped beside Kayden, a satisfied smirk on her face. “I told you, Leah,” Selena said quietly, her voice dripping with venom. “You don’t belong here. Kayden was always mine. I am the one who will stand by his side.” I swallowed hard, refusing to let her see how much her words hurt. I already knew she was right. Kayden and Selena had been together for years. She was everything I wasn’t—strong, confident, powerful. And I was just… me. Kayden stepped forward and addressed the pack. “I have gathered you all here tonight for a rejection ceremony.” Gasps echoed through the crowd, and I could feel the weight of their shock, their disbelief. But I didn’t look at them. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, trying to keep my emotions under control. Kayden took a small knife from Fred, his Beta, and made a shallow cut on his hand. My stomach churned as I realized what was coming next. He grabbed my hand and did the same. I winced as the blade sliced my skin, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. He pressed our hands together, mixing our blood as he spoke the words that sealed my fate. “I, Alpha Kayden Maxwell of the Blood Moon pack, reject Leah James as my mate.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. The pain that followed was unbearable, like my soul was being torn in two. I gasped, clutching my chest as the bond between us snapped. It was a pain like no other—sharp, deep, and endless. Kayden stared at me, waiting. I knew what I had to do. I had to accept his rejection, to sever the bond completely. My voice trembled as I forced the words out. “I… I, Leah James, accept your rejection.” The pain intensified, ripping through me like fire. I staggered, struggling to stay on my feet. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t let him see how broken I was. Kayden turned away from me, as if I was nothing more than a nuisance. “Now that that’s done, I have another announcement,” he said, addressing the pack. “Selena will be my mate. She has all the qualities of a future Luna—strength, power, and the bloodline of a Beta. She is everything a Luna should be.” The crowd erupted into cheers, their approval for Selena loud and clear. I watched as she stepped forward, a radiant smile on her face. She leaned into Kayden as if to mark her territory. The sight of them together made my stomach turn. Selena’s gaze flicked to me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I told you, Leah. You were never meant to be here. How dare you try to steal Kayden from me?" I couldn’t take it anymore. The rejection, the humiliation—it was too much. Without another word, I turned and bolted from the hall, my heart shattering with every step. I didn’t know where I was going, but I didn’t care. I just had to get away. Away from the pain, the rejection, and the cruel reality of my life. Away from the mate who didn’t want me._Leah's POV_I woke to a hand on my shoulder. “Leah,” Kayden said. “Get up. It’s nearly noon.”My eyes snapped open. Light cut through the curtains. The room smelled faintly of smoke and pine. For a second I did not know where I was. Then the memory of the night fell back on me like wet cloth. The dream. The fire. Kayden on the couch. The smoke in my mouth.I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. “Go away,” I mumbled. “Leave me alone.”He laughed softly. It was a low sound that held no mockery. “You said that two hours ago. You said it when I brought you tea and when I put out the small embers.” He kissed the top of my head like it was a small thing and like he was afraid of hurting me. “You can’t hide forever. The pack is eating downstairs and the food will not wait.”I curled into the blankets more. My face was hot. My throat was raw. My body ached in places that had nothing to do with sleep. The dream left a pulse behind the ribs. The shame of what I had done when I had slep
_Leah’s POV_The night was heavy. Silence wrapped around the mansion, but inside me there was no rest. My body lay on the bed but my mind was a mess. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe slowly, to convince myself that I was safe.But safety was only a shadow. The Seer’s words lingered like smoke in my chest. Tariq will come. Susan is a witch. He will not stop until he has you.Athena paced restlessly in my mind. Her claws scraped the inside of my skull.You shouldn’t close your eyes, she warned. He waits for us in the dark. Don’t let him in.“I have to sleep,” I whispered to her. My voice trembled even in my own head. “I need strength.”Athena growled but she eventually got quiet. Sleep came suddenly like a rope around my neck.I opened my eyes and I was no longer in the pack house. I stood in a cold and endless hall made of stone. The air smelled of rust and roses. It was sweet and rotting. The walls bled with shadows, and at the end of the hall, a torch burned blue.And the
_Leah's POV_I swallowed and began. The words felt rusty in my mouth, but once I started, they flowed like a broken river finding a path.“I was born to a princess,” I said. “My mother was a princess, of the Emerald Pack. She left the crown and married a common man. They raised me quietly. When I was small, they suddenly died. I remember nothing of them. I then remember staying at the BloodMoon pack. I don't know how I got there. Kayden and the others always treated me badly since I was an omega. When he learnt that I was his mate, he rejected me and threw me in the cellar. Tariq then came and saved me. I thought that he was kind.""He told me lies but I trusted him. I read his phone once and found messages. He had someone saved as ‘honey’ and he lied about it. I found a chest in Tariq’s place. It had his diary. In it, I read that he had planned to marry and sacrifice me to lift a curse. He even waited all these years until I got my wolf at eighteen. He had been waiting. He planned it
_Leah's POV_I woke to a sky full of stars and a sound like a hundred held breaths.My body felt hollow and heavy. My limbs were numb. I blinked and the light stabbed behind my eyes. For a moment I did not know where I was. Then the clearing came back in pieces—the circle of salt, torch flames and faces blurred into a ring. There were so many people. I tried to sit up and the world tilted. Someone’s strong hands steadied me.Kayden.He carried me like I was the smallest thing in the world. He held me bridal-style and I lay against his broad chest. His heartbeat was slow. The smell of him, pine smoke and sweat and something warm, made my head swim.“Easy,” he murmured. His voice sounded very far away. “Just rest.”I wanted to speak and I could not find my voice. Confusion curled thick in my chest. My mind was empty of the last few hours. How did I get here? What had happened? The clearing moved around me like a dream.Athena unclenched from the back of my ribs and hissed in my mind. Yo
_Kayden's POV_ I called the pack to the south clearing at dusk. The air smelled of pine and wet earth. The moon was high in the sky. It hung like a pale coin over the trees. We moved as one pack. Their faces were lit by torch fire. They watched Leah on the stretcher. She lay wrapped in thick blankets. The IV drip still ran at her arm. She looked calm. She looked very fragile. The doctor had protested against bringing her out. His hands trembled when he spoke. “Alpha, she could deteriorate,” he warned. “The cold, the night, the open air...she will not tolerate it in this condition.” I turned to him. “I know. But the Seer says that the moon is the key. The ritual must be done beneath the moon. We need to take the risk since there is no other way.” Fred stood by me. He had gathered the ropes and the blankets. He had also collected the night-amber. The herb smelled faintly bitter. The Seer had already warned me about its taste. “Alpha,” Fred said quietly, “the pack is ready. They
_Kayden’s POV_The Seer did not waste time. She moved quickly back to the small table where the doctor had left a silver bowl and a clean cloth. Her eyes were still on Leah. Her fingers trembled only a little as she reached for the bowl.“You will need to give me her blood,” she said without preamble. Her voice was soft. It had no question in it.I looked at Leah. Her skin was pale as milk. Her breath came in small and shallow rises. Time felt thin and fragile in the room. I swallowed. My mouth was dry.“Her blood?” I echoed. I could not imagine piercing her for any reason. But the Seer’s face was absolute. There was no doubt in her.“Yes,” she said. “A drop. It will tell me what binds her. It will open the path to a vision. I must see the origin of the dark magic.”Fred bent and checked Leah’s arm. He looked at me. “Alpha,” he said quietly, “it is the only way.”My hands felt clumsy. I thought of the knife at my belt. I thought of the last time I had touched her like this—when she wa