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His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

I woke up in a freezing exile wagon as Elara Vance, the only "wolfless" member of a disgraced werewolf family. We were thrown out into the brutal Frostfang Wilds to die. The ruthless Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, Kaelen Blackwood, took one look at my fragile body and assigned us a rotting, splintered hovel at the edge of the camp—a deliberate execution to weed out the weak. My father was a broken, catatonic Alpha waiting for the end. My starving mother wept as she tried to force her last frozen crumb of food between my blue lips, while my brothers used their own battered bodies to shield me from the howling blizzard. The Luna Queen who exiled us expected us to perish quietly in the snow. The other warriors mocked us, waiting for the cold to claim our lives so they could strip our corpses. "She's lost to the cold madness!" my mother shrieked when I began clawing at the ice with my bare, bleeding hands. They all looked at me with pity and disgust, thinking my lack of an inner wolf made me a useless burden. They treated me like a fragile piece of glass destined to shatter in this frozen hell. But they didn't know a modern engineer's soul now lived inside this fragile shell. I didn't need claws or fangs to survive. I picked up a jagged stone, smashed the permafrost, and decided to build my own fortress. This wasn't an exile; it was my new beginning.
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Chapter 6

Elara POV

The wind howled like a dying beast as Mason and I stepped onto the Black Stone Quarry Rampart. The suspended wooden walkway groaned under our boots, its rusted iron chains slick with morning ice. Every step felt like a gamble against gravity.

Up ahead, two figures emerged from the freezing mist. Alpha Kaelen Blackwood and his Beta, Alistair Knox. Kaelen’s presence was suffocating, a dark, predatory storm wrapped in a heavy winter coat. I kept my head down to avoid eye contact, but my gaze naturally scanned the structure beneath us.

That was when I saw it.

Right where Kaelen was about to step, the primary load-bearing beam was compromised. The wood was dark with rot, and the permafrost shift had completely popped the mortise and tenon joint. It was a death trap waiting to spring.

"Watch out!" I screamed.

The walkway shrieked. Wood splintered with the sickening crack of breaking bones. Gravity vanished.

Before I could even process the fall, a blur of terrifying, inhuman speed slammed into me. Kaelen. His massive arms wrapped around me like a vice, shielding my body with his own as we plummeted into the dark abyss of the quarry’s edge. Mason and Alistair were violently thrown backward onto the stable snowbank.

We crashed hard into a narrow, pitch-black crevice formed by fallen beams and jagged rock.

I was pinned entirely against him, the space so suffocatingly tight that I could feel every rigid line of his body. Dust and ice rained down on us. My survival instinct immediately kicked in. I needed to check the stability of the debris above us.

I shifted, my cold fingers sliding over the burning skin of his neck to find a handhold on the rock behind him. My hair brushed against his jaw, and my rapid breaths hit his throat.

Kaelen felt like a furnace. His body temperature was terrifyingly high, his muscles locked as hard as the stone trapping us. A low, vibrating growl rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against my own ribs. His heart was hammering violently. I assumed he was furious—a proud Alpha, humiliated and trapped in the dirt with a fragile *wolfless* exile.

"Don't move," I whispered urgently, trying to keep my voice steady. "We're in a triangular stable space. If you shift your weight, you'll trigger a secondary collapse."

He didn't answer. He just inhaled sharply, his body trembling slightly as if fighting an invisible war.

Before I could analyze his erratic behavior further, the rocks above us shifted. Sunlight pierced the gloom. Mason and Alistair were tearing at the debris with frantic strength. Within seconds, strong hands hauled us out into the freezing air.

I didn't bother dusting the dirt from my clothes. I immediately marched to the edge of the crater, my engineer's mind racing as I surveyed the wreckage.

"The primary load-bearing beam was compromised by rot from meltwater seepage," I stated, my voice cutting through the stunned silence of the gathering Warriors. "The permafrost shift then popped the mortise and tenon joint, causing a catastrophic failure of the entire structure."

The Warriors stared at me, jaws slack.

I turned to find Kaelen watching me. The feral, erratic tension he had in the dark was gone. Instead, his ice-blue eyes were locked onto me with a sharp, piercing intensity. He wasn't looking at a pathetic *wolfless* anymore; he was dissecting a puzzle, evaluating something he had never seen before.

The adrenaline suddenly crashed out of my system. My knees buckled. I stumbled forward, my hand instinctively shooting out and planting firmly on Kaelen's dark coat to steady myself. I left a perfect, dusty handprint right over his chest.

Alistair stepped close to his Alpha. I couldn't hear everything over the howling wind, but the Beta's sly, murmuring voice carried just enough.

"The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways, Alpha," Alistair whispered, a smirk playing on his lips. "Tossing a brilliant little *wolfless* right into your arms. You should *claim* a gift like that before it runs off."

The word *claim* hung in the freezing air.

Kaelen's face instantly turned to glacial ice. A murderous, suffocating aura radiated from him, so intense that the surrounding Warriors instinctively took a step back. I stood frozen, my hand still hovering near his chest, caught in a sudden, bizarre tension I couldn't begin to understand.

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