The Rejected Luna, The Hidden Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lips moving in hushed whispers. Then the murmurs grew. Low, sharp, snake-like. Words meant to be hidden but dripping with enough venom to pierce even the thickest skin. “That’s her… the Luna who got rejected.” “Thrown out of Crimson Claw by her own husband… replaced the same day.” “She’s barren, you know. That’s why.” “She drained the pack’s coffers before she left.” I froze mid-step, a little dress still hanging from my fingers.

I knelt her in front of the whole pack and called her weak and watched my own warriors walk her into the dark, and I told myself it was for Thornridge. Strength. Alliance. Borders that would hold against a hard world. The borders are burning anyway. My Luna is a stranger I share a surname with. And the only woman the Goddess ever tied to my soul came back from the dead with frost in her eyes and a wolf the color of a drawn blade, and she looked at me across my own hall like I was an item on a list she'd be glad to cross off.

“And soon, the world will know that youAurora Vale, the mysterious designer, are the rightful Moonstone heir.” Her mind spun, warring memories flashing in chaos: Damon’s rejection, her flight through the rain, the betrayal, the pain. All this time, she had been hiding from a name that was rightfully hers. “But why now?” she asked hoarsely. “Why come to me now?”

I let the murmurs, the mockery, the laughter bleed past me, clinging to the hope that if I stood still enough, strong enough, the Alpha would grant me a single glance—just one look to ease the ache clawing at my chest. But when his eyes finally shifted, they did not find me. He turned away, as if I had never existed. Hydra naturally followed, not even bothering to hide the triumph in her smiles as her hand never leaving his. Watching as they disappeared from my view—I understood. I was the Luna no one wanted.

After that I looked through my class schedule, to see what classes my Dad signed me up for. I paused seeing that all my classes had something to do with Luna straining which was bizarre, why the hell? From what I know so far, Luna is supposed to be like what, the Alpha’s wife! Why would my Dad sign me up for that? What Alpha in their right mind would marry a human girl? Maybe the principal made a mistake, I retreated with the intention of going back to the principal office when I bumped into someone, spurning around, I was shocked to see it was the girl from earlier.

The word reject doesn't sound like a knife until it's coming out of your mate's mouth. "I, Damian Blackwood, heir of Mooncrest, reject you, Aurora Ashwood, as my fated mate." The ballroom went so silent I could hear the candle flames breathing. Three hundred wolves, every one of them watching, and not a single one surprised. They'd all known before I had. That was the part that hollowed me out — not the rejection, but the months of pity I'd mistaken for kindness.

I felt how Talia stiffened beside me, trying to hold in her surfacing anger. Meena's voice came again. Swift. “You seem to forget that you're no longer the future Luna, isn't it?” She turned her back now, facing me directly. “You're that rejected mate. I think I should remember you.” The words hit hard. Entering deep into the right places. It still hurts even now. Even after everything. “I know exactly who I am, Meena, you're not in the place to tell me.” She laughed. That sarcastic laugh of hers. “Really? Do you? If that was supposed to be true, I trust you wouldn't keep acting like this pack still belongs to you.”

“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.

And the headline. “SECRETS OF THE GREEDY LUNA.” “Mrs Elena. The people's princess. The mate of Alpha Trent And the Luna of Crimson Hills Pack had been alleged to have embezzled twenty billion dollars from the company she and her mate owns. The money she allegedly embezzled has cost the living status of the people of our packs. People barely survive under the little merger they collect from the company. They have been ripped by the Luna, who was supposed to be their protector.”