Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Novels & Stories

One of them ran a silver dagger, and another until he was already lifeless covered with blood. I shivered hard with fear and tears dropped from my eyes. "Nooo." My mom yelled at the top of her voice running as fast as she could to the men and falling on my lifeless body father. "What have we done to deserve this?" She yelled at the top of her voice as fresh tears poured down from her eyes. "I can tell that you are the Luna and that is your daughter." The man who seemed to be their leader said. "What have we done to you?" My mother growled at him and though I didn't know much I could tell that she knew about what was happening.

Luna said, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. "I have no intention of butting into your relationship or making things complicated between both of you. All I need is for you to talk to my father in case he gets upset about the rejection. You already know how he can be, so talking to him myself may not be the best idea. Once that's done, I'll handle the rest. We'll go through the rejection ceremony once he comes to terms with us not being meant for each other, and after it all, you and I can go back to being enemies," she explained. As much as her wolf was hurting, she also believed that she and Lucas were far too different to be together, and even though it hurt her pride that she wa

The pack's heartbeat resonated through the night, unaware of the storm brewing within its core. Arriving at the doctor's office, I listened intently to the muffled conversation inside. "Congratulations alpha, your mistress is pregnant," the doctor advised, his voice a whisper carried by the wind. I could do nothing but watch as my heart plummeted at the news of Lyra's pregnancy. *** The pain was relentless, an unbearable ache that gripped me. Tears streamed down my face, a silent cascade of sorrow. Memories of the day I married Lucian resurfaced—the disapproving glances, the whispers that an omega like me should never be Luna . Should never be queen, I was unfit to take that position.

The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around. My mind races. This can’t be real. I was Lira, a rejected mate, a failed she-wolf. How am I now this? The realization hits me like a thunderclap. I’ve been reborn. The Moon Goddess didn’t let me die. She gave me a second chance. But this time, I’m not weak. This time, I’m powerful. I’m Nora Moonblood, the Luna of the most feared pack, and mother to three pups. My hand drops to my belly instinctively, but the swell is gone. My heart twists. The life I carried, the pup I couldn’t protect—gone.

To think my solace was becoming Damon’s Luna, would have been the worst nightmare for me, after finding out how he was involved in the cruel treatment of my parents. “Life works in mysterious ways.” I thought to myself. Realizing that my sale to Darius as his ‘breeder’ was something that took the lowest form of dismay. Was actually the most fortunate thing that happened to me. It was from this, that I finally found people who would become my long-lost family. Also, through my self-growth and discovery. I became the long-awaited white Luna. A mythical wolf who hasn’t been seen in over 100 years. “Who would have thought that the forgotten palace maid would not become a Luna. But also the child

It never ended quietly. The distant howl of a wolf echoed outside. The maidens flinched, glancing toward the windows. “Go back,” Luna said. “Hide that oil. Forget this rebellion.” But they didn’t move. Instead, Mara reached out and brushed Luna’s wrist, her fingers trembling. “You should understand better than anyone. You wear his mark, but your eyes say you don’t belong to him.” Luna pulled away. “You don’t know what you see.” “Then tell us what you are,” Mara challenged. “Prisoner or queen?”

she replied. “What happened? Did he continue with being unfaithful and put her through that tortchure?” I asked feeling heart broken for the poor Luna who had gone through the pain of her unfaithful mate over and over. “He rejected her and banished her from the pack. She went back to the pack she had been born into and her wolf worked tirelessly to save her from her death from the rejection. What no one, not even the Luna herself at the time knew, was that she was with child once again. Free from the mate bond and not experiencing the pain each night as her mate was unfaithful, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy and the rightful heir to the Cold Moon pack," Fran told me. “What happened aft

My vision blurred and I didn't know if it was from tears or from whatever was happening to my body. "Stand up, Abital." Ruth's voice cut through my pain. "You're embarrassing yourself." I tried but my legs wouldn't cooperate. "She's weak," someone in the crowd said. "She can't even handle a rejection without falling apart." Laughter rippled through some wolves though not all of them. Some looked away, but most of them laughed that made me want to disappear . "I choose Selena Winters as my mate and future Luna," Damon continued. "She is strong where strength is needed."

I was seventeen when the rejection came," she continued, moving through the clearing with a pardon that seemed to make even the air around her dance. Your father's pack elder convinced him that I was too weak and too gentle to be a real Luna. So he chose another one. The pain in her voice was like she had experienced it again. I felt my own heart clench in response, recognising the familiar ache of abandonment and betrayal. "But the Moon had other plans. Just as she does for you." Selene's eyes found mine across the dreamspace. "The child I carried, the one they said would be tainted by rejection, became the strongest Luna our bloodline had ever known." "You're talking about me." The words c

"It’s a Graveyard. It’s built from the memories of every woman who was 'Too Much' and didn't survive the rejection. The First Luna archived the ones she could use... but she dumped the 'Glitches' down here" Beside us, Leo was a shadow of himself. The "First Luna" re-installation had left him with hair as white as salt and eyes that flickered between silver and grey like a failing terminal. He held a single, black butterfly in his palm, his runes pulsing a bruised purple.