After I Gave Up My Luna Token, the Alpha Panicked
Among our kind, there's an old rule. Every Luna must carry a token of her rank, and only the woman wearing that token has the right to stand at the Alpha's side.
I'd been with Damien Cole for seven years. For the Luna token, I gave him everything. I took care of him down to the smallest detail.
I once threw myself between him and a rogue's claws, which is why there's a scar across my stomach that will never fade.
And then, at the pack banquet, Serena walked in on Damien's arm in a couture gown and, in front of everyone, dared me to hand over the moonstone ring that marked me as Luna.
Damien saw the whole thing. He said nothing. He let it happen.
Everyone waited for me to scream, to make a scene.
I didn't. I slid the moonstone ring off my finger, calm as anything, and pushed it onto hers.
"It suits you better than it ever suited me."
Something like surprise flickered behind Damien's eyes, but it melted fast into smugness. "Aurora. You finally learned your place."
I kept my head down. The corner of my mouth curved.
I hadn't learned my place. A month ago, I got back every memory I'd lost.
I'm the Alpha King's long-lost daughter.
In three days, he's coming to take me home himself.