Rejected Luna Finds New Love

The full moon bathed the forest in ethereal light as I ran with the pack, my paws barely skimming the ground. My swollen belly slowed me somewhat, but the joy of carrying Alexander's pup—our future heir—made every step feel like floating. My inner wolf, Lily, hummed with contentment.

'Just a few more weeks,' she whispered in my mind. 'Our little one will be strong like his father.'

I smiled inwardly, my heart swelling with pride. After three years as Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, I was finally fulfilling my duty to provide an heir. Alexander had been distant throughout my pregnancy, but I understood. Being Alpha came with immense responsibilities.

The scent of pine and moss filled my nostrils as I veered slightly from the main pack, needing a moment to catch my breath. My silvery-grey fur gleamed under the moonlight as I slowed to a trot.

'Isabella, be careful,' Lily warned suddenly, her voice sharp with alarm.

Before I could react, shadows detached from the trees. The acrid stench of rogues—unwashed and wild—hit me a second before they did. Five of them surrounded me, their eyes glinting with malice.

'The Luna,' one snarled, baring yellowed teeth. 'Just where we were told she'd be.'

The glint of silver caught the moonlight. Silver-laced blades—deadly to our kind.

I backed away, my maternal instincts screaming. 'Stay away from me,' I growled, my voice carrying the authority of a Luna.

They laughed, a hollow sound that echoed through the trees. The largest one lunged forward, his blade aimed directly at my swollen belly.

I fought with everything I had. Claws slashing, teeth snapping, desperate to protect the precious life within me. But they were too many, too prepared. A searing pain tore through me as a blade sliced across my abdomen. Blood—warm and sticky—soaked my fur.

'No!' I howled, both in my wolf form and in my mind. The pain was blinding, all-consuming.

I reached desperately through our mate bond, sending my terror and agony across the connection that had always felt so hollow.

'Alexander! Help me! They're killing our pup!'

The response I received wasn't the rushing concern of a mate. Instead, a cold satisfaction pulsed back through our bond, freezing my blood more effectively than any silver blade.

'Alexander?'

Silence. Then darkness claimed me.

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I awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft beeping of machines. The pack hospital. My hands instinctively moved to my belly, finding it flat and bandaged. The emptiness I felt wasn't just physical.

'Lily?' I called internally to my wolf.

'He's gone,' she whimpered. 'Our pup is gone.'

Dr. Morris, our pack healer, approached with eyes full of pity. 'Luna Isabella,' he began, his voice gentle but clinical. 'I'm sorry, but we couldn't save the pup.'

Tears blurred my vision as I nodded, unable to speak.

'There's more,' he continued, his professional demeanor cracking slightly. 'The damage was... extensive. The silver caused significant scarring to your reproductive system. You won't be able to conceive again.'

The world tilted on its axis. No more pups. No heir for Alexander. No family of my own.

As if summoned by my despair, Alexander's voice cut through my mind, cold and triumphant.

'You'll pay for making my true mate suffer. You never were my Luna.'

Confusion swirled through me. 'Alexander, what are you saying? Our pup—'

'Was never meant to be born,' he finished, his mental voice laced with an Alpha's power. 'Just as you were never meant to be my Luna. This was always the plan, Isabella. Mate you. Make you feel safe. Then take everything from you, just as you took everything from me.'

'I don't understand,' I whispered, though part of me was beginning to comprehend the horrifying truth.

'Five years ago, my true mate died in a rogue attack—pregnant with my heir. You led them to her.' His hatred burned through our bond. 'And now you've paid the price. Tomorrow, I reject you publicly. I've found someone worthy to stand by my side.'

The bond went silent, leaving me alone with a truth too terrible to bear. The rogues hadn't been a random attack. Alexander had orchestrated everything—my pain, my loss, the death of our innocent pup. Our entire mating had been his revenge.

I curled into myself on the hospital bed, my tears soaking the frost-white sheets as my world shattered into irreparable pieces.