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“Let him go. Killing a beta in his territory won’t be good for your image. And I’m sure he’s learnt his lesson.” Slowly, he placed the Beta back on his feet and cleared his throat, turning to face me. Something flashed in his eyes and it was as though he was seeing me for the first time. Or maybe it was me. There was something inside him that pulled me towards him. Something that made me want to – “Luna!” Simon’s voice cut through my ears, grounding me back in my reality. One that told me that the Alpha King and I could never be together. I was Wade’s mate and he was – whatever he was.

"Nobody wants such an old Luna as one of their leaders." "I'm not Luna, I am Prince Alpha," Simon started, puffing up his chest with stature. But then he cupped my ass and easily lifted me up off the floor so that I was straddling him. His voice got husky as he spoke again. "And I'm not old. You should know that best…or do you need me to remind you of how young I can be?" I moaned as his mouth found the mark on my neck and threw back my head in pleasure.

Luna said "What? I'll come with you." "Stay here; perhaps later, you will be damned with that weapon." Luna would have gotten up, but Simon stopped her. Simon grabbed her wrist. "What?" Luna asked "I'm immortal; you're not." "Haist, all right, go ahead," Luna said

He was my fated mate. For an omega like me, being chosen by the Alpha was a miracle. I had spent my life cleaning floors and staying quiet. I thought the Moon had finally seen my suffering. I thought I was finally going home. Then, Draven stepped away from me. The heat of the bond, which had been humming through my veins, suddenly turned into ice. He didn’t look at me with love. He looked at me like I was dirt on his expensive boots. "I, Draven Blackmoor, Alpha of the Blackmoor Pack, reject you," he said. His voice was loud and cold. It echoed off the mountain walls. "I reject Nyxara Vale as my mate and my Luna."

The moonlight did nothing but make him look like a god himself, I'd never been so proud. The Elder continued the moment the crowd went silent. “Alpha Kane, indeed the moon goddess has blessed you as the Alpha of the Ridgewood pack,” he continued as he stood close to him but away from the moonlight and in the bare shadows. “The time is now. The time you've been blessed with a Luna selected by the moon goddess herself to make you gain power and stability during your reign. I hope you accept the goddess's will?” Alpha Kane stood stoic, not sparing a second glance at the elder, as his gaze swept the crowd searching for mine. The moment his eyes lock onto mine, his lips curl into a smile as he re

Simon didn't gain anything at the Northern United Pack's territory. Kyle's pack wasn't afraid of him at all. They looked at him like he was a joke. Someone even whistled and sneered, "Is this the idiot Alpha who threw away a precious Luna for a dumb pet? What a disgrace." Under the mockery, Simon left with his guards, his face dark and rigid. What he didn't expect was that once he returned to his territory, his wolf spirit began to weaken rapidly.

Duty won. "I, Alpha Killian Nightshade of the Black Mountain Pack," he began, and the ancient ritualistic power of the Alpha Command settled over the room like a physical shroud. "Do hereby find Elara Vance guilty of high treason." "No," I breathed, my eyes widening. "Killian, don't. Please. There's something—" "I reject you, Elara Vance, as my mate," he thundered, his voice drowning out my plea. "I reject you as my Luna. I sever the bond that the Moon Mother forged, and I cast you out into the darkness!"

"Discretion is the only thing keeping you in this house, Sierra." As he ascended, I whispered to the shadows, my hand pressing against my warmth. "Don't listen to the Alpha, little one. Your mother will protect you." Dinner was a silent, opulent affair. The table was laden with delicacies—dishes I had only dreamt of back in the slums. Martha hovered nearby, noting, "We’ve tailored the menu to your palate, Luna. A mother’s cravings are the pack’s command." I felt like an imposter queen, savoring the richness of the food. Suddenly, Cameron’s fork appeared in my peripheral vision. He dropped a choice cut of venison onto my plate without looking at me.

I wasn’t disgusted by that thought, until now. “I think I’m missing one more thing,” his voice snapped me out of my daze. “Which is?” I asked, trying hard not to sound weak or broken. He glared at me firmly, calculating, but that cruel smirk curling on his lips was visible. “I, Lucian Maxwell, soon-to-be Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, reject you, Isabella Montero, as my mate and Luna,” he declared, much to my chagrin. “And I, Isabella Montero, accept your rejection,” I blurted out firmly, despite the sudden pain that struck my chest.

Like a poison of longing still existing inside my memories of him. “You are not Luna material. You never were.” I squeeze my eyes harder. My chest tightens. “I, Alpha Caspian King of the Nightfall Pack, reject you, Jocelyn Valdez, as my mate and Luna.” The words slam into me all over again. Like a punch to the heart. My fingers curl into the dirt beside me. For a moment, I feel like I’m back there—crumbled to the ground of that altar, the whole Nightfall pack watching me shatter.