Why Does The Protagonist In Goddess Blessing Rebel?

They said she was wolfless. Weak. Useless. A burden. So they gave her away. After failing to shift at eighteen, Abby became the object of ridicule in her father’s pack. But when a dangerous alliance threatens her father's pack, she is sacrificed in marriage to Hayden, a ruthless, powerful Alpha with wealth and ambition. But the torment doesn’t end at the altar. In Hayden’s home, the loveless arrangement spirals into cruelty and betrayal, pushing Abby to the edge, until a shocking attack changes everything. Hayden realizes his mistakes. But is it too late? What change did the sudden attack bring? Will she give Hayden a second chance, or has her heart already begun to heal in the hands of an old lover? Find out if Abby was truly forsaken by the Moongoddess… or if the goddess had been watching all along, waiting for the right moment.

The untold story of the slave, humiliated and rejected by her mate, who discovers she is descended from the moon goddess... "My eyes widened uncontrollably. I wanted to take a closer look at the situation to determine if it was just a coincidence or not. But what happened next really surprised me. The young werewolf attacked Orchid with great effort, but almost all of his attacks were easily dodged by Orchid. This kind of clever dodging skill should not appear on a weak slave at all. "Krew, our Mate is not as useless as you think." My wolf reminded me in my mind. Watching her dodging skills, my heart wavered and I could not even help but start to appreciate her. Maybe she was not so weak?"

“But I have lifted my voice in pain to pray to you too. Am I irrelevant? I have done that since I was born. Do I not matter? Do the gods segregate as well?” “Feisty…” he replied, but before he could continue, I glanced at the edge of the cliff for a second, then turned back to him and smiled. “I refuse to be useful to these people you love so much. Even in my death,” I said as I jumped off the cliff. It was the beginning of my complicated fate with the gods and the end of my suffering with werewolves.

My fated mate, Alpha Ronan Thornwood, gets betrayed by his best friend, Asher Crowe, during a pack battle. In order to preserve his position as the Alpha, Ronan begs me to travel to the Onyx Wolf pack with him in search of help. I accept his request immediately. But three days before our journey is set to begin, Ronan gets shot in the leg by a silver arrow when he's hunting a deer for me. In order to not delay our trip, he suggests that I travel to the pack on my own. Out of guilt toward Ronan, I decide to drop by the Healing Sanctuary to visit Ronan before the journey. But that's when I overhear his conversation with Asher. "So you first pretended to have bad blood with me, then you pretended to get hurt? All this just to trick Freya into traveling to the Onyx Wolf pack? You do realize that in order to get there, one must travel through the Dark Forest, right? Rumors have it that ferocious Rogues prowl that place! "You and Freya have grown up with each other since you two were pups! Do you really have the heart to let her embark on such a dangerous journey?" As Ronan unties the bandages around his leg, he replies coldly, "Those are just rumors. It's not like there really are Rogues infesting the forest. "Anyway, Freya is too docile and boring. The thought of being bound to her forever after she turns 18 suffocates me to no end! Willow, on the other hand, is different. She might be an Omega, but she's passionate and bold, not to mention she's also interesting and outgoing!" "So, are you going to abandon Freya and be with Willow?" "No way!" Ronan replies firmly. "Freya is my Luna. I just want to spend an unforgettable time with Willow before bonding with Freya." It turns out the pack battle, the betrayal, and Ronan's injury are all lies. Ronan wants to trick me into leaving the pack just so he can be with another she-wolf. After drying my tears, I change my destination. Now, I'm heading toward the Moon Goddess' Sacred Ground. I'm born with the mark of the Moon Goddess, which automatically makes me a Luna. But this mark doesn't just represent the title of the Luna—it also represents the most prestigious position in a pack, which is the divine messenger. From now on, I have nothing to do with Ronan.

The Moon Goddess chose wrong twice. Betrayed by the mate he once trusted, Alpha Enzo Breyer locked his heart away and rebuilt his shattered pack into a powerhouse strong, wealthy, feared. At thirty, he wants no Luna, no heir, no love. Fate is a liar, and weakness is death. Hookups are fine. Anything deeper is forbidden. Then she crashes into his world. Nina Crossroad, a quiet healer from the enemy Crest Moon Pack, is dragged into his territory as a reluctant spy, bound by threats to her dying father and the iron grip of her corrupt Alpha. She clings to her faith in the Goddess who once brought her parents together, trusting fate to deliver the one meant for her even as she’s forced to betray the very mate she discovers in the man who now holds her captive.

For centuries, the villagers have whispered of Solas, the forgotten moon god imprisoned in a cave deep within the ancient forest. Solas's wrath has been a force of terror, barely contained by the magical runes that bind him. Every decade, a bride is sent as a sacrifice to appease his fury, only to be met with a swift and merciless death. But this decade, something is different. Solas's powers are growing stronger, and the bonds of his prison are weakening. As another bride offering day approaches, Solas is ready to kill once more. But when he meets her, he is thrown off balance. This bride doesn't tremble in fear like the others. She comes to him not with the desperation to survive, but with a quiet resolve to die. Her defiance infuriates him. Solas decides he won't kill her right away. Instead, he will break her will, torment her until she begs for death, and only then will he deliver the final blow. But as he begins his cruel game, Solas finds himself unexpectedly drawn to her resilience and strength. In this battle of wills, who will emerge victorious—the god of the moon who wields power over the elements, or the mortal bride who refuses to bow to his wrath?