The DYING LUNA’S SECOND CHANCE
Seven years I’ve worn the title of Luna for Alpha Darius Thorn, chained to him by a forbidden ritual that poisoned my wolf and left me barren, broken, and whispering “useless” in every shadow.
The healer’s words were ice: my wolf is dying. Reject him or mark him within a year, or I die with her.
Darius refused both.
So did the rest of the world.
When I caught the laugh from his chambers, his mistress, heavy with the child I could never give..he sealed my fate.
I looked him in the eye and spoke the words that shattered everything:
“I reject you.”
The bond ripped apart.
Pain, then silence.
And in that silence, something ancient in my blood finally stirred awake
.
Now the Alpha who once dismissed me feels only emptiness.
And from the shadows of a buried massacre, a vengeful Lycan commander steps forward, drawn by the same spark in my veins, demanding blood for debts long owed.
I was supposed to fade quietly.
Instead, I’m rising.
And no one is ready for what happens next.