The Alpha Rejected His True Luna, Years Later He Begged the Lycan Queen to Return
Chapter 1
The first rays of dawn spilled across Mooncrest Palace, turning the white stone walls into shimmering gold beneath the fading light of the full moon. It was said that whenever the moon lingered after sunrise, the Moon Goddess herself was watching over her chosen wolves.
The palace servants whispered that it was a sign of blessing.
Elara smiled when she heard them.
She had always believed in signs.
For three years, she had believed the Moon Goddess had written the most beautiful destiny for her.
Three years ago, the sacred mating ceremony had joined her soul to Alpha King Kaelen Ravencrest before the Eternal Moon Flame. Every elder had declared their bond rare. Every priestess had spoken of the unusual brightness of the mating mark that appeared on her shoulder that night.
Even Kaelen's wolf had howled louder than any wolf in the kingdom.
Those memories still warmed her heart.
As she stood on the eastern balcony overlooking the sleeping kingdom, a gentle breeze lifted strands of her chestnut hair across her face. Below, warriors trained in the palace courtyard while servants hurried between kitchens carrying baskets of fresh bread and herbs for the royal breakfast.
The kingdom was already awake.
Soon, so would her Alpha.
Elara rested both hands against the cold marble railing, allowing herself one peaceful moment before another busy day began. From where she stood, she could see almost every corner of Mooncrest City. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys. Merchants prepared their stalls. Children chased one another through narrow streets before their parents called them home.
Everything looked peaceful.
Everything felt right.
A pair of strong arms wrapped gently around her waist.
"You escaped again."
Kaelen's sleepy voice brushed against her ear.
A laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"I only came out to watch the sunrise."
"You came out to avoid waking me."
She turned inside his embrace, smiling as golden morning light settled across his handsome face. Kaelen had been called the strongest Alpha of his generation long before he inherited the throne from his father. His dark hair was slightly tousled from sleep, and the silver streak near his temple, a mark earned during the Border War, only made him look more distinguished.
Despite the heavy responsibilities that rested on his shoulders, he always looked younger whenever he smiled at her.
He lifted a hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I woke up and my Luna was gone."
"I'm not your Luna yet."
His eyes softened.
"You've always been my Luna."
Warmth spread across her cheeks.
Even after three years together, he still knew exactly how to make her blush.
"I thought Alpha Kings weren't supposed to flatter their mates this early in the morning."
"I wasn't flattering you."
His thumb brushed gently across her cheek.
"I was stating a fact."
For a brief moment, the rest of the world disappeared.
There were no council meetings.
No border disputes.
No expectations.
Only two wolves standing beneath a fading moon, believing they had all the time in the world.
A palace maid cleared her throat several feet away before lowering her head respectfully.
"Your Majesties, breakfast has been prepared."
Kaelen sighed dramatically.
"I almost forgot I have responsibilities."
"You say that every morning."
"One day I'll refuse every meeting and spend the entire day with my wife."
She laughed.
"You'll cause a rebellion."
"I doubt anyone would complain."
"They certainly would if the kingdom collapsed because its Alpha refused to leave his room."
"They'd survive."
"They wouldn't."
He leaned closer.
"I think they would."
She shook her head, unable to suppress another smile.
Life with Kaelen has always been like this.
He carried the weight of an entire kingdom without complaint, yet whenever they were alone, he became the same man who used to sneak away from royal banquets just to watch meteor showers with her.
Many believed Alpha Kings couldn't love deeply.
Kaelen had proven them wrong.
Or so she believed.
Breakfast was served inside the royal dining hall, where sunlight poured through towering stained-glass windows depicting the Moon Goddess blessing the first wolf kings centuries ago.
The long table could have seated fifty nobles.
Only two places were occupied.
Kaelen insisted on eating privately whenever possible.
"It's quieter," he often said.
Elara suspected he simply disliked unnecessary ceremonies.
A servant placed freshly baked honey bread beside her plate before another filled crystal cups with warm herbal tea.
Neither servant lingered.
The palace staff understood that the Alpha valued privacy during meals with his mate.
Kaelen reached for the bread before stopping halfway.
"You've barely touched your tea."
"I'm not very hungry."
His brows knitted together.
"You skipped dinner yesterday too."
She hesitated.
The truth was difficult to explain.
For nearly a week, food had become strangely unpredictable. Sometimes she felt ravenous. Other times, the smell of roasted meat made her stomach twist unpleasantly.
She blamed exhaustion.
Preparing for next week's Harvest Moon Festival had kept her busier than usual.
"I'm fine."
He studied her face longer than she expected.
"You look tired."
"I stayed up reading reports."
"You promised you'd stop stealing work from the council."
She smiled sheepishly.
"They were behind schedule."
"They're always behind schedule."
"They're trying."
"They're trying my patience."
Another laugh escaped her.
Moments like these reminded her why she had fallen in love with him.
He ruled fiercely.
He loved gently.
After breakfast, Kaelen rose from his chair and walked toward her.
"I'll be in council meetings most of today."
"I know."
"I'll return before sunset."
"I know."
He kissed her forehead.
"Don't work too hard."
"You've already said that."
"I'll probably say it again."
"And tomorrow."
"And every day after that."
She watched him leave through the great doors surrounded by royal guards.
He turned once before disappearing down the corridor.
Just once.
Always once.
As though he wanted one last glimpse of her before duty stole him away.
Her heart felt impossibly full.
If happiness had a face...
It looked exactly like this morning.
Hours later, the palace had grown unusually quiet.
Council meetings kept most officials occupied while servants prepared decorations for the Harvest Moon Festival.
Elara wandered through the palace gardens carrying a basket of fresh lavender she intended to place inside the royal library.
The flowers usually helped calm Kaelen whenever endless meetings left him exhausted.
She smiled at the thought.
He would probably pretend not to notice.
Then secretly replace the flowers himself once they began to wilt.
The palace physician crossed the garden path unexpectedly.
"Your Majesty."
"Good morning, Doctor Aldren."
The elderly physician bowed respectfully before pausing.
"If I may ask..."
She looked at him curiously.
"Have you been feeling unwell recently?"
She blinked.
"What makes you ask?"
"You appear slightly pale."
She hesitated.
"I've been tired."
"Nausea?"
"A little."
"Dizziness?"
"Occasionally."
His expression changed almost immediately.
"If Your Majesty has a moment, I'd like to perform a routine examination."
She laughed softly.
"You sound very serious."
"I've served this palace for forty years."
"And?"
"I've learned never to ignore certain signs."
The physician's chamber overlooked the southern gardens where white lilies bloomed year-round.
Elara sat quietly while Doctor Aldren examined her.
His questions seemed strangely specific.
When had the nausea started?
Had she experienced unusual fatigue?
Any change in appetite?
Any heightened sense of smell?
She answered each one honestly.
The room fell silent.
The physician looked at her for several long moments before a smile slowly spread across his weathered face.
An unmistakable smile.
One filled with joy.
"My Queen..."
She frowned slightly.
"What is it?"
Instead of answering immediately, he walked toward a carved wooden cabinet and removed a small crystal orb engraved with ancient lunar runes.
The Moonstone.
It had confirmed pregnancies among royal wolves for generations.
He placed it gently into her hands.
"Please hold this."
She obeyed.
Nothing happened.
Then...
A faint silver glow appeared inside the crystal.
The light grew brighter.
And brighter.
Until the entire room shimmered beneath soft moonlight despite the afternoon sun streaming through the windows.
Elara stared in stunned silence.
The physician lowered himself onto one knee.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
Her fingers tightened around the glowing crystal.
"You are carrying the future heir of Mooncrest."
Time seemed to stop.
She couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't even blink.
A child.
She and Kaelen were going to have a child.
Tears blurred her vision before she realized they were falling.
For months they had hoped.
Prayed.
Waited.
Every festival.
Every blessing.
Every full moon.
And now...
The Moon Goddess had finally answered.
She laughed through her tears, pressing one trembling hand against her stomach.
"There really is someone there."
The physician smiled warmly.
"There is."
Her heart overflowed with happiness unlike anything she had ever known.
She could already imagine Kaelen's face when she told him.
He would smile that quiet smile he tried so hard to hide from everyone else.
Then he would lift her into the air despite her protests.
He would probably spend the next nine months treating her like she was made of glass.
The thought made her laugh again.
She thanked the physician before hurrying toward the palace corridor, barely remembering to walk instead of run.
She wanted to tell Kaelen immediately.
She wanted to place his hand over their child and watch the realization bloom in his eyes.
Outside the physician's chamber, she paused.
Voices drifted from the hallway ahead.
One belonged to the captain of the royal guards.
The other belonged to the palace steward.
Both sounded unusually tense.
"The carriage has crossed the eastern gate," the captain said quietly.
"Is His Majesty aware?"
"He ordered every preparation himself."
Elara frowned.
Preparations?
"For Lady Selene's arrival," the steward whispered.
"The Alpha has waited years for this day."
Elara's smile slowly faded.
Lady...
Selene?
The name stirred a memory she couldn't quite grasp.
She stood perfectly still as the two men continued walking down the corridor, unaware that someone had heard every word.
Behind her, the Moonstone still glowed softly in her hands.
Ahead of her...
A single name echoed through the palace like the beginning of an approaching storm.
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