The Luna Who Refused to Kneel
I gave him three years of my life, only to be treated as nothing more than a substitute—worse than a dog.
When his so-called white moonlight returned, he kicked me aside without hesitation.
Fine. I agreed to the family alliance and married the most powerful Alpha of the North.
Now he regrets it, begging me to return? Too late.
They plotted against me with wolfsbane, wanting me to die in a filthy wine cellar.
But my Mate—the true King of the North—tore the entire estate apart just to save me.
They tried to steal my Alpha bloodline with dark sorcery.
I made them taste exile, cast out as Rogues, despised by all.
And him? He knelt before me, begging for forgiveness.
I leaned safely in my Mate’s arms and watched him be banished forever.
“Ansel,” I told him coldly,
“open your eyes. I am the one and only Luna of the North.”