Novel & Cerita The Rejected Luna, The Hidden Heiress

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.

and nothing else, and Kael puts his hand out flat toward him without looking down, and my son takes hold of two of his fingers, and my mate gets the rest of it out. "So. In front of all of you, on this ground, out loud, and not one word of it ever quietly again." He turns round. "Aria Hollis of the Southrun, who is the best wolf I have ever known, and was that at eighteen when I did not have the courage to say so. My son Rowan Thorne, who is mine, and who is my heir, and whose name goes in that book today in front of everybody, and whose grandmother is going to be very rude about the ink." He waits. "And I am asking you, in front of your own pack, whether you will be Luna of Thornridge." And

“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.

The others hesitated. “Next?” she said, brushing dust from her pants. The second warrior snarled and shifted, his gray wolf form charging with brute strength. Evelyn shifted too, her black wolf sleek and fast, and they clashed in a blur of claws and teeth. It didn’t take long—she dodged with ease, slamming him into the ground before pinning him by the throat. When she shifted back, her breathing was even. Controlled. Gasps rippled through the growing crowd. Kendall stepped forward, raising his voice. “This is your Luna. Rejected or not, she is one of us. And she’s not here to beg for forgiveness. She’s here to take back what Damien tried to destroy.”

It just grew more distant and more wrong, like static you could still hear in another room. Rhea slipped fully inside and shut the door behind her. “How bad?” Lyra asked. Rhea lifted her phone, thumb flicking across the screen to bring up a paused video frame. Lyra’s own face stared back at her—eyes hard, stylus mid‑snap, mouth open on *I HAD OUR CHILD.* Underneath, a chyron blared: > BLESSED LUNA’S SECRET HEIR? > > ALPHA VOSS’S HIDDEN SCANDAL EXPOSED

he announced vividly and everyone froze in shock. Smile enveloped my lips as I turned to my father. “I’m ready for this.” I said inwardly, he nodded as if he could hear my thoughts. “But my lord….” one of the Beta wasn’t in adjournment with my father’s decision, he wanted to revolt but my father interrupted him. “Our new Luna is my daughter and she is fit to rule!” His last word gave me courage as I left where I was sitting and walked up to the higher platform. All eyes were on me, waiting for what I had to say and how to address them.

"I'm here for the truth." Mrs. Vance sneered, turning her back to walk into the living room. "I don't have time for your little dramas—" "I found Grandma's locket," Luna cut in, stepping over the threshold and closing the door behind her. Mrs. Vance froze mid-step. Her posture went rigid, the wine in her glass sloshing slightly against the crystal. "I opened the hidden compartment," Luna continued, her heart hammering against her chest like a trapped bird. "I read the letter she wrote. I know about Clara. I know I’m not your daughter."