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 above a whisper.

Ignoring her, he continued. “From now on, you're not permitted to see Sophia. You're not permitted to come here either. Do you understand?"

Ayla's confusion deepened as her mind went to every possible thing she had done to warrant his action. And as did, her anger began to simmer. She remembered Sophia's promise - a birthday makeover, a special treat just for her 18th birthday. But now, it seemed like a sick joke.

“Do you understand me, girl?!” Silas demanded, his voice rising.

“Yes sir.” She nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. She turned to walk away, her eyes welling up with tears. As she reached the lawn, she glanced back at the house, her eyes drawn to Sophia's window. For a moment, their eyes met, and Ayla saw a hint of sadness in her gaze. But then, Sophia's eyes dropped, then she closed the curtain, shutting out her gaze.

Ayla wiped the tears forming at the corner of her eyes as she walked away from the only home she had ever known. Feeling abandoned and alone, she stormed off to the old cabin in the woods, where her and Sophia used to play. It was their secret hideout, here she and Sophia had shared countless memories. As she burst through the door, her eyes landed on the table she had excitedly set for their makeover session, the colorful makeup and beauty accessories she had spend her last money on now a bitter reminder of Sophia’s broken promise.

In a fit of rage, she let out a scream and threw everything off the table, then she carried the table with an unfamiliar strength and sent it flying across the room.She kicked the chairs till each of them got broken.

Why was she so angry? She thought, but she couldn’t stop. “It was one betrayal, just one. She probably has her reasons.” Ayla told herself, but the emotions building up inside her reached a boiling point, and could no longer be suppressed.

Just like that, her senses exploded, her vision blurred as her body began to contort. Ayla let out a shrilling cry as she fell to the ground and shifted for the first time. From the half broken mirror in the room, she saw a beautiful white wolf with eyes blazing like the sun.

Suddenly, her nose caught a whiff of something unexpected, a strong earthy smell laced with pine and sandalwood - it was her mate. The scent was unmistakable, and Ayla's body responded instinctively, shifting back into her human form.

As she stood there, barely clothed, panting and disoriented, her eyes locked onto the figure standing before her. It was Ethan Blackford, the Alpha heir to their pack, The White Fang Pack. He had returned to the Pack a week ago and he was the talk of the entire pack, she and Sophia often gossiped about the day dreams they had of him, and now he was as her mate. Her brown eyes met his blue ones, and the world around them melted away. Leaving the thumping of Ayla’s heart filling the room.

Instinctively, Ethan removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, the mate bond overwhelming him. Ayla froze as he closed the remaining gap between them. His towering height made her feel so small and invisible, but surprisingly, he knew her name!

“Nice to finally meet you, Ayla Thompson.” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

Ayla’s heart skipped a beat, then raced on as Ethan seemed to enjoy the look on her face. He gently pulled back the stray strands of hair behind her ears, his thumb caressing her cheeks.

She tried to speak, but she couldn’t think of anything, instead her eyes kept travelling to his lip.

Ethan held her chin up.“My eyes are up here, Precious.” He teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Ayla's eyes remained fixed on his lips. He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the warmth of his body and scent enveloping her. With a gentle smile, he brushed his lips against hers, a soft gentle one that became quicker with intensity. He nipped at her neck, she held him till the jacket fell off and there was no urge to cover herself up. As she once again stood naked before him, he took off his shirt, exposing his fine abs.

”Lie down.” He commanded, gesturing at the small bed in the corner.

“I don’t know what to do.” She shyly admitted, as he mounted on her.

“It doesn’t matter.”Ethan murmured, his barely above a whisper. “I’m going to show you how.”

Ayla’s eyes fluttered close as he once again kissed her neck, his hands travelling to each of her tits, he squeezed them so tight that she let out a small moan, which excited him even more and made him harder. Quickly, he spread her legs, stroking her back and forth, but stopping before she came. Finally,when he was to come, he took his time, thrusting in little by little. Ayla cried out in response, but her soft cries and moans motivated him further, the mate bond was just too strong.

As soon as she adjusted and was able to accommodate his size, he slipped it out and slammed into her again. He was merciless but he couldn’t stop and Ayla didn’t want him to, so they continued till the moonlight was the only light filtering in through the room.

The following day, Ayla woke up feeling very sore but with no regrets of the previous night, at the same time, she realized that Ethan was gone and a piece of paper replaced his positon. Quickly she picked it up and read it and as she did, her heart sank. The note read,

“I, Alpha Heir of the White Fang Pack rejects you, Aria Thompson as my mate and Luna, for these reasons; you are weak and unqualified. By this decree, I banish you from the pack and all its territories. Defy this edict and consequences will definitely follow.”