The Rejected Blind Luna

Nyx POVSunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of my room, casting golden stripes across my bed. I stirred at the warmth, then bolted upright as the realization hit me like a thunderclap.Today was my eighteenth birthday.Today, I would find my mate.A grin tugged at my lips, giddy and uncontainable. I jumped out of bed, heart racing, excitement bubbling inside me like a soda bottle about to explode. The air felt electric, charged with promise — as if the Moon Goddess herself had blessed this day.I threw open the balcony doors, and a soft breeze rushed in, lifting my long black hair off my shoulders. The Blackmoon Pack lands shimmered under the morning sun. Even the trees swayed with anticipation. Today was everything.My eyes darted to the clock on the wall. 8:45 a.m.My heart leapt into my throat.The mating ceremony was supposed to start at 9 a.m..“Shit!” I gasped.I darted into the bathroom like a wolf on fire, splashing cold water on my face, brushing my teeth, scrubbing

Nyx POVMy wolf screamed inside me.Nyra, wild and furious, howled against the cage of my ribs. She begged — no, demanded — to be let out.But I had never shifted before. Not once. Not even a partial shift.And I had no idea how.Kale's hands grabbed at my dress again, and my instincts took over.I screamed and fought back with everything I had. My nails clawed at his face, drawing blood. My legs kicked. My fists flailed. He grunted, but he was strong — too strong.Then—Fire.My bones began to burn, like something inside me had been lit on fire.Pain shot through every inch of my body. My vision blurred. My heart felt like it would shatter my chest. I couldn’t breathe — I couldn’t think.Then I stopped trying.My body arched off the bed — and I snapped.A low, guttural growl ripped from my throat. Deeper than any sound I had ever made. Not human.My spine cracked. My skin ripped open as black fur tore through it. My fingers lengthened into claws, my teeth sharpened, and my eyes burne

The broom slipped from my hand with a sharp clatter against the stone floor.There they were. Kael. Glory. My best friend. My mate.Entwined. Moaning. Groaning.On his bed.My knees threatened to give way. My lungs forgot how to breathe. I stumbled forward, rage surging in my chest, my fists clenched at my sides as I marched toward Glory."You lying snake!" I screamed, ready to strike her. "You slept with my mate!"But Kael grabbed my wrist before I could land the blow.“If you dare touch her," he growled, his grip like iron, "you’ll see what happens next.”Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to cry in front of them. “You’re betraying our bond! You’re my mate — and she’s my friend! How could you do this to me?!”Kael’s eyes turned cold. “You could never be my mate. Not after what you did. Not after killing my brother.”My heart dropped like a stone into a bottomless pit.“I didn’t kill him…” My voice came out broken.Glory didn’t say a word. She didn’t even flinch. She just played wi

My wrists are pinned above my head, the mattress arching beneath me.Warm lips crash against mine—hungry, claiming.I see nothing, only darkness; the world is pitch-black, yet every scorching touch brands my skin.His mouth trails from my lips to the curve of my throat, lower, leaving sparks that make me gasp.A gentle pressure parts my thighs. He slides closer—slow, steady—filling every lonely ache inside me.just as his cock fully enters me.Light erupts—like someone flung open the sun.I don't know with whom I'm having sex with so I jerk my head up, desperate to glimpse his face——and snap awake, heart thundering.Total blackness.No lantern glow, no dawn bleed through a window—nothing.I blink hard. Still dark.A scream rips from my chest. “I can’t see!”Panic coils tight, squeezing every breath.Hands clasp mine—strong, steady, achingly warm.“What’s wrong, Wolfie?” Alpha Kyo’s voice wraps around me, low and calm. “Easy—breathe.”“I’m not seeing—everything’s dark!” I clutch him ti

Nyx—no, Glory said.I—stand over Glory with my wolf’s foreclaws braced on her shoulders. Her throat thrums beneath my talons, pulse hammering like a terrified drum. I am seeing clearly: every hair along Glory’s scalp, every bead of sweat clinging to her lashes, every tremor in the whites of her eyes.She sobs, “Nyx, please—please, don’t—"Rage drowns her plea. This is the female who betrayed me—a childhood friend. I see her as prey. I see her as a threat that must be ended.My jaws part, fangs dripping hot saliva. I lower my head. One clean bite—one snap—and the world will be free of her.“NYX!” Kyo’s voice.“Leave her!” he roars. “Now!”She tried to kill us, the wolf howls inside. Finish her.I feel Kyo’s presence slam closer. His scent—smoke and crushed pine, raw panic—envelops me. His hand, bare and unarmored, cups the side of my massive wolf muzzle. He turns my head away from Glory’s throat.“Look at me,” he orders, his voice a low, guttural command that vibrates through my skull.