The Cursed Alpha's Rejected Mate
Grandma Jade said, her voice low, reverent, “who possessed almost all attributes known to wolves.”
We turned toward her, every eye drawn to the gravity in her gaze.
“The Moon Goddess,” she whispered, “before she ever bore that title—was just a Luna… like you. A marked mate. A woman with blood like any other. But inside her, slept many abilities. Too many to name. She could call storms with a thought, summon death with a whisper, pass judgment with a glance. Her presence alone bent nature to her will.”
“She was nothing like the rest. They feared her. They revered her. Some say… she wasn’t a wolf at all. She was beast. Divine. Untamable.”