Rejected Luna's Storm Grave

The storm shelter my mate, Alpha Frank Wells of the Silver Moon Pack, had built for me was supposed to be impenetrable. But as the hurricane raged outside, the roof was ripped away as if it were paper. Terrified, I reached out through the pack’s mind link, desperate for Frank to come to my rescue. To my horror, I saw him across the way, safe in another shelter with Aura Gordon, the Beta of the Crimson Fang Pack—his lifelong infatuation. "Leona," he said, his alpha tone carrying over the chaos, "this is the shelter I’ve perfected through countless trials just for you!" And just like that, I was swept away by the storm, plummeting to my death. He didn’t know. He lost not only me but also our unborn pup forever. The wind howled, and the rain lashed against the shelter with a fury that mirrored the storm in my heart. Frank, my mate and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, had built this shelter after the pack’s Gamma warned of the approaching hurricane. He’d imported materials from overseas, boasting that not even a Lycan’s strength could breach it.

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The wind howled for days, and inside the cabin, they remained wrapped in their own world. At first, the sounds tormented me, but eventually, I grew numb. Regret washed over me. Why had I accepted his mate bond so willingly, only to realize now that he never truly loved me?

On the first night after the storm cleared, a pack warrior stumbled upon my lifeless body. My limbs were shattered, my abdomen torn open, revealing the faint outline of our unborn pup inside me. Her scream echoed through the pack grounds, alerting the pack healer and the others.

The healer arrived quickly, and the pack ran DNA tests on my dismembered body before trying to reach my mate—Frank Wells, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. But he was still in the cabin, unable to pull himself away from the she-wolf who truly held his heart—Aura Gordon, the Beta of the Crimson Fang Pack.

"I don’t want to leave, Aura..." His phone buzzed, interrupting their moment, and he dismissed the call with annoyance.

It took several attempts from the determined pack messenger before he finally answered.

"Alpha Frank, are you the mate of Leona Wells, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack?"

At the mention of my name, anger flared in his eyes.

"What drama is she causing now? She’s a Luna; why can’t she just handle things herself?"

"I built her a safe house. Why does she always act like the victim?"

His words reduced me to nothing.

Before I realized I was carrying our pup, I would find myself vomiting violently in the pack infirmary and would mind-link him for help. I begged him to visit, to take me to the pack healer. He only visited once, disheveled, with clear signs of Aura’s scent lingering on him. He looked at me with eyes full of disdain, piercing me like a thousand needles.

As if I were the unwelcome outsider.

"If you’re sick, go to the healer. I’m not a healer."

"You’re just throwing up; it’s not life or death. Stop bothering me!"

He watched with cold indifference as I retched and writhed, unmoved until I broke down, crying out for answers.

"I’m busy, Luna. I’m building a safe house to keep you and our pup safe. Stop the dramatics."

"Leona Wells, stop being pathetic. Be grateful."

Back then, blinded by love, I internalized his words. He was right, I thought—I had to be grateful. He sacrificed his time to build me a safe house; I shouldn’t burden him further.

So, I swallowed my pride and waited, hoping he might change. But looking back now, all I want is to shake my past self awake.

Without another word, he ended the mind-link. When the pack messenger tried to reach him again, he shut down the connection.

Aura sensed his frustration and comforted him, and soon they were lost in each other again, erasing me from their minds.

Of course. To him, I was never truly loved.

Alpha Frank Wells, do you even remember?

Today is my birthday.

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Action Fantasy Modern

7.9

Claimed by the Alpha’s Lies

7.9

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Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.9

Cursed To The Alpha

8.9

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Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

Mate Bond Broken

8.3

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Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.7

My Alpha Accused Me of Hurting His Mistress

9.7

The mind-link punched through my sleep at 11:47 PM. *Luna. Medical wing. Now.* It was Rowan, our Beta, his voice tight in a way I had not heard in five years of marking. I sat up in the bed I shared with my mate and reached for him out of habit. The sheets beside me were cold. I pulled on jeans and a sweater. My Healer's kit was already by the door. I have been the Ironveil Pack's lead Healer since I was nineteen. Five years as Luna.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.7

Rejected Luna's Second Chance Mate

9.7

When Alex, the Alpha of our pack, brought Brynn, a young pack member, back to our den, I quickly decided to let them have the bed. The storm outside was fierce, the kind that made even the strongest wolves wary. In my past life, a similar storm had raged when he brought Brynn back late one night. He had told me to sleep on the floor with our daughter, Nevaeh, leaving the bed to them. Enraged, I had argued with him and yelled at Brynn, who had run out crying and accidentally fallen into a ditch, drowning. Alex had said nothing. Later, during another storm, he had opened the storm drain and shoved me and our child in, saying, "Brynn was my mentor’s daughter, and I don’t know how to face him now that she’s gone. You can go down there and apologize to him for me!" Before Nevaeh and I could even cry out for help, the icy, foul water had filled our lungs. After our deaths, I had learned that Brynn hadn’t died at all; it had been a malicious prank to punish me for insulting her. Our bodies hadn’t even had a chance to cool before my mate had joyously brought Brynn back to live with him.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected Luna's Storm Grave

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