The Alpha's Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna
“She carries my heir, and she is your future Luna, your cruel treatment should never ever repeat itself.”
A murmur ripples through the gathered elders, some exchanging wary glances. Doubt lingers in the room like a heavy fog. Then, Elder Maren, the oldest and most traditional among them, steps forward. Her sharp, weathered gaze locks onto mine.
“Alpha,” she says slowly, measuring her words. “A Luna is meant to be strong and born of noble blood. Your mother—”
I take a single step forward, my wolf pressing hard against the surface. The sheer force of my presence crackles through the air. Maren stiffens, but I don’t let her finish.