Novel & Cerita The Rejected Luna, The Hidden Heiress

“You just turned your back.” “I was angry.” “You were cruel.” She opened the folder and pulled out a paper. “She’s sick. Emery. She has a rare blood disorder. She needs a genetic match for a transplant. I’m not a match but you might be.” He glanced at the document. His face didn’t change, but something shifted in the air between them. “You’re telling me I have a daughter,” he said, slowly, “and you hid her from me.” “I protected her from you,” Luna replied. “From this. From your world. From the cameras. From the hate. From being called what you called me.”

“I didn’t ask to be rejected. Or chosen. Or hunted.” The light pulsed—gentle, yet terrifying. Power is not asked for, the Goddess replied. It is remembered. Images flooded my mind. Women crowned in silver. Wolves bowing beneath moonlit skies. Packs united—not by force, but by balance. And then… betrayal. Blood. A Luna dragged from her throne, her bloodline scattered, erased from history. I gasped. “The Lost Luna Line,” I whispered. You are its echo, the Goddess said. And its answer.

However, this changed when rumors started spreading about the fact that luna had been rejected by the alpha of her previous pack. Alpha Alphonso had been confused by the news, he had never heard it. He wouldn’t have claimed her if he knew he was his second mate to her. He didn’t hesitate and sent Beta Pierre to find out. Beta Pierre’s news had been heartbreaking, indeed the luna had been rejected and no, she wasn’t known mostly as Adrielle but rather Omega Reia. Alpha Alphonso wouldn’t let her go though, not with his possessive nature. Also, Luna Adrielle’s brother visited and claimed he would take his sister if the alpha didn’t want her. After all, the moon goddess was nice to everyone and

“Look Megan, you don’t have to act so high and mighty here. This is not the right place to tell lies or pretend to be who you’re not. The Moon Heiress will be present in this summit, you can’t lie in her presence. If you want, I can tell everyone that you’re my Luna and you will come back to me. That way, no one would dare say bad words about you.” “In your dreams.” I scoffed, and his eyebrows arched. “You let this vile woman walk all over me while I was your obedient and diligent wife and Luna. You turned me into a side piece, who would lie on the bed all night long waiting for you, but ended up sleeping hungry because I was waiting for you to come home and eat with me. You’re worthless, Au

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “My parents told me to accept my mate, but I don’t want to.” She paused. “I want to be your Luna.” Ah. So that was what this was about. Great. I finally turned around to face her. “My Luna? What are you talking about?” “Well, everyone is talking about you becoming Alpha next month. Obviously, you’re going to need a Luna, and since I’m your girlfriend.” She slowly traced a finger along my arm. “That means I’ll be your Luna. Right, Winston?”

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

"No! I won't be used. You can't manipulate me, again!" Echo suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Unfortunately for you Aria, my dear, it's too late." Everyone got even more confused, as Echo revealed another secret. "Tessa is the one who would unlock the shackles that holds moon city because she holds the ancestral key." Tessa's heart skipped for a slight second. "What does that even mean?" Echo smiled mischievously. "Tessa isn't just an ordinary werewolf." Echo's exposition changed the atmosphere in the entire cave.

Then she whispered: “On the night of the festival, when the bond pulled us together… the moon chose her. Isla was marked before she was even born. She carries the bloodline of the first Luna—the one said to have walked beside the Moon Goddess herself. That is why they want her. That is why I ran.” Damien’s chest ached as if he had been struck. His eyes dropped again to Isla, sleeping so peacefully despite the storm she had unleashed. “She’s ours,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “And she carries the power of the first Luna.”

“And I will not beg nobles who refuse to support their own kingdom during crisis.” Bob’s smirk disappeared. “You misunderstand your position,” he said quietly, pointing fingers. I felt the way Paula glanced at me, like she was asking for permission to bounce on him. I stepped forward. “I understand it perfectly,” I replied. “I am the Luna. My duty is to protect this kingdom and its people, not to stroke the pride of men hiding behind coin and titles.” Bob laughed, holding his chest. “A Luna without an heir is no Luna at all,” he said coldly.

"We were lucky tonight. I don't know how much longer luck is going to be enough." Luna sat back against the cold stone, wrapping her arms around her knees, and for the first time since the Claiming Ceremony had shattered her whole life apart, she let herself simply sit with how impossible everything had become. Rejected by her mate. Betrayed by her cousin. Hunted by kingdoms. Woken by a blood moon into a bloodline that ancient, sleeping things in the earth apparently cared about.