Semua Bab The Rejected Luna's Prophecy: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Nyra’s POV I remember it like it was last night. Three years ago, my brother, Aran, was made the Beta of our pack alongside the new Alpha. It was supposed to be a moment of celebration, but it came at a price. Our father. My father was the Beta of Oakland. He died protecting our land from the outsiders three years ago. The attack was sudden, an ambush no one saw coming. Oakland had never been attacked under Alpha Ring’s reign—the Alpha who united the Oak pack and secured our land. Everyone feared him. He was untouchable. Anyone who dared to threaten our pack... he ripped their hearts out without question. No one could stand against him. But ever since he passed and his son took over, the outsiders came back and attacked. No one knew who they were or why they attacked, but one thing was certain: they vanished the moment my father’s heart was ripped from his chest. I will never forget that moment. One of them, a figure with piercing golden eyes, was the one who did it. He tore

I have never been held captive before. Never. No one dared to lay a finger on the Beta’s daughter—not when my father was alive, and not after he passed. My brother made sure of that. No one ever touched a single strand of my hair. And now… here I am, locked in a place that looks and smells like a damn basement.I’d been awake for maybe thirty minutes… or longer. It was hard to tell. Time didn’t feel real here. I’d already looked around, hoping to find some way out, but there was nothing—no windows, no real doors, just old, forgotten furniture shoved into the corners and walls so cracked and faded, it looked like no one had touched this place in years. Dust covered everything, thick enough to choke on, and cobwebs draped from the ceiling like something out of a nightmare. The air was cold and stale, carrying a sharp, metallic scent—blood, maybe? I didn’t know. I didn’t want to know. All I knew was this place felt... wrong. Empty. Like it had been abandoned by the world a long time ago.

Jackson's POVEver since my father, the Alpha, was killed in an ambush planned by outsiders, the title of Alpha was passed down to me. I was only sixteen. I had always thought I’d have more time—more time to be just the Alpha’s son before stepping into the full weight of leadership. But fate didn’t wait.My best friend Aran and I had been under strict watch since then, always surrounded by tight security. Curfews were enforced by 9 p.m., training was constant, and we were always preparing ourselves and our warriors for whatever threat might come next. Being Alpha and Beta wasn’t just about leading—it was about surviving. And survival meant being strong. We both understood that a weak leader would only bring fear and chaos. Outsiders would sense that weakness and attack.I prayed my mate would be strong. I hoped for someone who wouldn’t need protecting, someone who could stand beside me in battle, not hide behind me. I needed a Luna who could fight for our people, not someone who’d add

They were glowing. Letting my wolf take over must have made them glow. I began to pant, my heart pounding so hard it echoed in my ears. I wanted to hit Bethany again—harder—but before I could move, Naria grabbed my hand and rushed me toward the school toilets. Inside, I stumbled to the mirror. My eyes stared back at me, still glowing... but what scared me even more was the color. Silver. Bright, unfamiliar, almost alive. "Okay, Nyra, you have to control yourself. Take a deep breath, okay?" Naria’s voice broke through the buzzing in my head. I tried. I sucked in a shaky breath, but it didn’t help. I kept panting, my chest tightening, my hands curling into fists at my sides. Fear clawed up my throat, mixing with the burning anger I couldn't seem to swallow. "Naria... I can't," I gasped, my voice trembling. "Think of something good," she said quickly, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Like a good memory. Focus on those, Nyra." I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to find som

“What the hell?”For a split second, I thought I was being kidnapped again. But this time, I wasn’t going down without a fight.I grabbed the intruder’s wrist, twisting it behind his back and slamming him into the wall.He didn’t flinch. Just stood there with one of my photo frames in his hand, head tilted like he was admiring it, completely unfazed by the fact that I was ready to break his arm.“Ivan?” I hissed, breath short, heart racing. “What the hell are you doing here? And how did you even get in?”“First take your hands off me,” he said coolly, voice low. “Then we’ll talk.”He glanced over his shoulder, eyes glinting with amusement. “Window,” he added, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “How else? I’ve been waiting.”“Waiting?” I echoed, narrowing my eyes. “In my room?”He gave a lazy shrug. “An hour, maybe. You take forever to fall asleep.”My jaw dropped. “Well, yeah—because I wasn’t planning on sleeping with you lurking around like a damn stalker!”Ivan smirke