The Alpha’s Rejected Human Luna
“Territories bloated, borders stretched thin. Humans were restless. Rogues multiplied in shadows. The Goddess sent warnings. Signs. Dreams. Most were ignored.”
She stares past me, seeing something that isn’t this room.
“One Alpha listened,” she says. “He was fierce, proud, and beloved. The Moon gifted him a mate who matched him—wild, stubborn, disobedient.” Her mouth quirks, brief and sad. “She challenged him, made him better. Or would have, if the world had let them breathe.”
My heart trips. “We were—”
“Yes,” Morwen says. “You were mates. True. In every way that matters.”
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