The Rejected Luna, The Hidden Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Outside, street lanterns flickered along the paths of the city, and somewhere in the distance, a dog barked and then fell silent. The pack felt restless even from here, still shaken by the rogue attacks and uncertain about whom to trust. That uncertainty was useful. Maybe I shouldn’t rely only on the whispers from the pack house. I could add a little extra spice. I sat at the small desk and pulled a blank sheet of paper toward me. Holding the pen with my left hand to hide my natural handwriting, I began to write: [The Luna is the mastermind behind everything. Because she’s barren, she doesn’t want her nephew to become the heir. She also supported Minister Gabby and is currently ruling over t

That pathetic Omega was now nestled in my fated mate's arms, the fresh, bloody mark on her neck still weeping. "Damon, are you insane?" My voice trembled. He turned to me, his eyes empty of guilt. "If you want to be my Luna, this is my condition." Gasps erupted from the pack. To mark another she-wolf before a mating ceremony was the ultimate insult to the Moon Goddess. But I knew worse was coming. Memories of my past life flooded back to me. On this very day, I had screamed my refusal at Damon. Bowing to the Goddess's law and the Elders' pressure, he banished Lyla.

Her gaze fell on me, laced with scrutiny. “Mom!” Luna immediately threw herself into Jasmine’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “She… she’s the one who just came back from some small town… your real daughter! She stole the watch Brian gave me and won’t admit it!” Jasmine’s expression changed instantly. The way she looked at me was filled with disdain. “So it’s you.” She gently patted Luna’s back, her voice soft with comfort, but her words were vicious. “Silly girl, of course she wouldn’t admit it. Just look at her, she reeks of poverty, every inch of her screams small-time. How could someone like that ever be the heiress of the Lawson family?

I felt my heart shrink as he secured his wrist firmly in the hand of Jessica. “But she isn't your destined mate," I replied through tears, my tone breaking. "I, Alpha Derek of the Blue Lake pack, reject you, Arabella Woods, as my Luna," he announced. His words cracked through the air like a death sentence. Pain exploded through me as it pierced through me like daggers. The pain was unbearable. “I accept your rejection," I declared, gritting my teeth, my breathing ragged as those words escaped my lips. I collapsed to my knees as the mate bond snapped into pieces.

"And I have documentation that supersedes the succession clause invoked this morning." She held up a file. "Elionna Reyes is not the Luna heir," she said. "Her sister is.”

Luna was crying silently . She didn't knew what wrong she did in her past life .She lost her family and lived a hard life as a orphan. Today she is caged and forced to marry a devil. why was her life so hard ? Why can't she live her own life peacefully.

Something fragile that might break if he let go. Meanwhile, I just stood there. Watching. Burning. Forgotten again. Then Helena’s voice snapped through the room like a whip. Her heels clicked as she stepped forward, her sharp eyes slicing through me like knives. “And you wonder why Camilla is the one who will be the perfect Luna,” she sneered, her lips curling. “You’ve failed every duty expected of you, Selene. No child. No heir. Nothing.” Her chin lifted, her voice louder now. “Camilla will take her rightful place as Luna. It’s already decided. And if you refuse to take responsibility for the accident, you will be treated as a traitor.”

The eldest, a woman named Margot, rose to speak. "Clara Vance," she said, her voice carrying through the hall. "Approach." Alistair walked with me, his hand on my lower back. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. An Alpha escorting an Omega. Unheard of. We stopped before the dais. Margot studied me. "You are the Hidden Luna." "I am." "The last Hidden Luna died a century ago. Her power was lost to our kind." Margot's eyes narrowed. "How do we know you are not a fraud?"

Something that stood on its own foundations and didn't need anyone's permission to exist. The sun cleared the mountains. The Northern Kingdom lit up gold beneath us. And the woman who had once been the Luna nobody wanted made a choice that no Alpha, no bloodline, and no prophecy had made for her. She chose herself.

He stood there holding the pack heiress as though nothing had happened, as though rejecting Elena while standing beside another woman was the most natural thing in the world. “Kane...” Elena's voice cracked. The bond was tearing through her, leaving a pain she had never imagined possible. “Six months... You swore to me—” “Isn't it obvious, sweetheart?” Priscilla didn't wait for Kane to answer. A cruel smile pulled at her lips. “An Alpha needs a Luna who commands respect, not a pathetic weakling who spends her days rolling in the dirt with low-ranking guards. You were a temporary mistake.” Elena looked at Kane.