My Broken Rune and Mate Bond
After my pack fell, my father and I joined the Black Moon Pack.
Alpha Victor admired my gift for runes and promised to make me his Luna.
I was so full of hope, I didn’t even mind that he was using my gift to shield his entire pack.
But he kept delaying our marking ceremony, leaving me to endure the pack’s scorn for my fallen bloodline.
On the eve of my father’s death, he even temporarily marked Seraphina, the daughter of another Alpha.
He claimed it was to secure an alliance.
I cried myself dry in the endless wait, only to hold my father as he died in my arms.
Victor, however, continued to use my gift, commissioning runes from me only to give them to Seraphina.
The final straw was when Seraphina destroyed my rune sanctum and flaunted the very pendant I’d crafted for my own bonding ceremony.
That’s when my heart finally shattered. I no longer cared about being his Luna.
I simply walked away.
But after I left, Victor’s desperate plea echoed from the Moon Goddess altar.
“Come back and be my Luna. Please.”