The rejected luna stolen pups

THE NOTE“Good evening, Mr Harris, I’m here to see Sophia.” Ayla Thompson began with an excited smile plastered on her face.Silas Harris stared down at the petite young lady with a look laced with disapproval, his eyes scanning her worn out sneakers, untamed hair, and stained dress. A scowl creased his forehead, “Sophia is busy. But I'll...consider passing on your message.” He replied, his voice was low and measured, with a hint of disdain.Ayla's smile faltered, her eyes clouding with confusion.“But Mr Harris, Sophia said she’d hang out…” She began to protest, but Silas interrupted, his voice stern.“Unlike you, child! Sophia now has serious responsibilities, rather than playing with a wolfless omega－or the Moon Goddess knows whatever you are!”Silas had never approved of Ayla and his niece’s relationship, but he had never voiced his disapproval so openly until now.Ayla’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. “Mr Harris, did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice barely

CONNECTIONSAyla’s eyes fluttered open, taking in her surroundings, her head throbbing in pain. She winced as a sharp pain shot through her skull. She was met with the sterile smell and pale walls of a hospital room.As she tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness hit her, forcing her back onto her pillow. “What am I doing here? What happened?” She groggily said.“You’re in a hospital, Miss Thompson.” The gentle voice of a nurse responded, “You were brought in here with a head injury, do you remember what happened?”Ayla’s mind raced, the confusion evident on her face. “What are you talking about, Where are my babies?” She asked.“Your triplets, sweetie. They're not here. Can you think back to the last thing you remember doing with them?” The nurse told her.Ayla's eyes widened in horror as memories suddenly flooded back. “Oh God, oh God, no! We...we were going for ice cream...their birthday...then...then...The van! It pulled up and took them! My babies, oh no, my poor babies.” Ayla's fra

MATEEthan’s senses heightened as he sat across from Ayla in the meeting room. He could feel the pull of the mate bond, even though he knew Ayla didn’t. Her scent, a subtle mix of lavender and honey, drew him in, just as it had the night they first met. It was what had drawn him out of his office and to the courtyard, where he found her running from the epsilon guards.“I guess you're the angry pack member at the gate,” he said, trying to lighten the mood, but Ayla didn't respond, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her as questions raced through her mind. Why did he reject her with a note? Why did he mate with her if he didn't want her? But now wasn’t the time for those questions, she knew.Ethan's expression turned serious as he apologized, “I’m sorry I didn't recognize you sooner…I heard you’ve been outside for two nights now?”Ayla's gaze flickered up to his, then back down, her voice barely above a whisper. “Three nights.” She corrected.An awkward silence hung in the air ti

Council's Judgment.The silence was heavy, weighted by Ethan's revelation over the elders so gathered in the grand hall of the council chamber. Tapestry-draped, ancient stone walls depicting their pack's history seemed to swallow the tension, while flickering torches created long shadows around them. The Council faced each other around a great round oak table, its expressions deep in worry and disbelief, composed of the oldest and most respected wolves.Elder Marla was the first to break the silence. She was an elderly woman, sharply featured, and with a bit of a no-nonsense demeanor, her mannerisms bordering on being quite stern. She had been leaning forward in her chair, eyes narrowing from Ayla onto Ethan, as though she would go from one target to the next.“The bond is still alive?” Although her tone was flat and measured, there was the edge of disbelief she could barely keep under rein. The idea was counter to everything they had supposed was written in the natural laws centuries

“How could you?” Sophia's voice was like a whip, slicing through even the terse silence within Ethan's office. She was standing at the door, her face livid with betrayal and anger, fists clenched and fluttering in trying to hold themselves together.Already Ethan was righting himself from the mound of paperwork heaped on his desk, and by the time he had, he was fully readying himself for another fight.He took a deep breath and put his hands to his temples in respect, as though he actually needed a headache to top it all off. "What now, Sophia?" he simply asked wearily. He could feel the tension crackling in the air, but there was little left in him to defuse it.Sophia advanced another few feet as her eyes flamed. "You're still mated with her, aren't you? After all that we've been through? After everything that you said to me? How could you do that to me?" Her tone was so full of raw emotion, hurt was like liquid that dripped from every word.Very slowly, Ethan rose from his chair, s