THE REJECTED LUNA'S FOUR KINGS

POV EMMA BELLE

The bond snapped like a whip of fire across my soul, and for a second, I couldn't even scream.

"I, Caleb of the Eclipse Pack, future Alpha and heir, hereby reject you, Emma Belle, as my mate and future Luna."

His voice boomed through the Great Hall, amplified by his Alpha aura, pinning me to the cold stone floor. I gasped, my lungs seizing as the golden tether that had briefly connected our spirits shattered into jagged, white-hot shards. The physical agony was unlike anything I had ever felt-it was a spiritual execution.

I looked up through a veil of tears, my chestnut hair matted with the sweat of my pain. Caleb stood over me, his golden eyes cold and devoid of a single drop of mercy. Beside him stood Sasha, a high-ranking warrior whose scent of musk and arrogance filled the space where my belonging should have been.

"You are a defect, Emma," Caleb sneered, loud enough for the hundreds of pack members to hear. The same people I had served, cooked for, and bled for since my parents died. "A Luna must be a pillar of strength, a beacon for our warriors. You? You are a scentless Omega. A servant with a broken lineage. I will not weaken my bloodline for a girl who can barely shift."

Laughter erupted. It was a cruel, rhythmic sound that echoed off the rafters. My heart, already fractured by the rejection, felt like it was being trampled under their boots.

"Get out," Caleb's father, the current Alpha, growled from his throne. "A rejected female is a curse upon the pack. Run, little wolf. Run before the hunters decide to practice their aim on a stray."

I didn't wait. I couldn't. I scrambled to my feet, the agony in my chest radiating with every heartbeat. I bolted. I ran past the sneering faces, past the golden-boy who had just murdered my future, and out into the freezing bite of the Blood Moon night.

"Hunt her!" I heard Caleb's voice roar behind me, followed by the terrifying sound of wolves shifting-the cracking of bones and the growls of predators. "Give her a head start, then bring me her head as a trophy to celebrate my new union!"

Fear, sharp and cold, replaced the pain of the rejection. I pushed my legs harder than I ever thought possible. I wasn't running toward something; I was running for my very life.

I crashed through the underbrush of the forest, the thorns tearing at my thin servant's tunic and my skin. Behind me, the rhythmic thud of heavy paws and the snapping of twigs told me they were closing in. I could smell them-the copper scent of their bloodlust.

I was heading toward the Forbidden Forest. It was suicide. No one entered the dark woods of the North and came back. But dying by a monster was better than being torn apart by the man I was destined to love.

"There she is!" a voice howled-Jace, one of Caleb's sycophants.

A massive grey wolf lunged from my left, his teeth snapping inches from my throat. I dodged, tumbling down a steep embankment, my body slamming against rocks and roots. I landed in the mud at the very edge of the dark treeline. The air here was different-thick, ancient, and heavy with a power that made the hair on my arms stand up.

I tried to get up, but my ankle buckled. I was trapped.

Three wolves emerged from the bushes, their eyes glowing with a feral hunger. Jace, in his human form now, stepped forward, holding a silver blade. "Caleb wants this to be slow, Omega. He said we could have our fun before the end."

I backed away on my hands and knees, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Please..."

"No one is coming for you, Emma Belle," Jace laughed, raising the knife. "You're nothing."

Suddenly, the forest went silent.

The crickets stopped. The wind died. A scent hit me-so powerful it nearly knocked me unconscious. It was pine, expensive sandalwood, and the electric charge of a coming storm.

A shadow moved. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't a man. It was a blur of lethal grace.

Jace didn't even have time to scream. A hand-pale, strong, and covered in a light dusting of freckles-reached out from the darkness and grabbed Jace's throat. With a sickening crunch, the hunter's neck was snapped. He was tossed aside like a piece of trash.

The other two wolves growled, lunging at the intruder.

The stranger didn't shift. He moved like a dancer. He spun, his leg connecting with the first wolf's skull, sending it flying into a tree with enough force to kill it instantly. The second wolf he caught by the jaws, literally ripping them apart with his bare hands.

Blood splattered across the mud, and silence returned.

I stared, paralyzed. The man turned toward me. He was young, athletic, and had a face that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. His golden-blonde hair was a mess, and his forest-green eyes were bright with a terrifying, wild energy.

He looked at me, and I felt a jolt in my chest-not the pain of the rejection, but a spark of something ancient.

"Well, well," he murmured, his voice a melodic drawl that sent shivers down my spine. He stepped closer, kneeling in the mud in front of me. "What do we have here? A little bird escaped from her cage?"

"Who... who are you?" I choked out.

"The names Félix," he said, a picaresque grin spreading across his face, revealing deep dimples. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my eyes. His touch was scorching hot. "But you can call me Lixie if you're feeling brave."

His eyes dropped to my neck, to the raw, red mark of the rejection. His grin vanished. His aura flared-massive, suffocating, and undeniably Alpha.

"They rejected you," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, turning dangerous. "The fools. They have no idea what they just let go."

"I'm just an Omega," I sobbed, the adrenaline finally leaving me. "I'm nobody."

Félix leaned in, his nose brushing against my neck, taking a deep, slow breath of my scent. His eyes widened, turning a deep, glowing emerald.

"You're not an Omega, Little Bird," he murmured into my skin, his breath hitching. "You're the scent of the moon itself."

Suddenly, three more figures emerged from the shadows.

A giant with a scarred brow and amber eyes. Damon. A man with silver-grey eyes and a cold, calculating expression. Nathaniel. And a shadow with eyes as black as the abyss. Vincent.

They surrounded me, their auras clashing like titans. The air began to vibrate. My skin started to glow-a faint, pearlescent white light that I had never seen before.

"Félix, get away from her," the giant, Damon, growled. "She's an Eclipse. She's a trap."

"She's no trap, Damon," Félix said, standing up but keeping his hand firmly on my shoulder, claiming me. He looked at the others, his expression fierce. "Look at her neck. Look at the seal."

The silver-eyed one, Nathaniel, leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "The White Queen's mark. It's impossible. That lineage was wiped out a century ago."

"It's not impossible," Vincent whispered from the shadows. "The Moon has finally answered our call."

Félix looked back at me, his green eyes burning with a possessive fire. "Caleb thought he was throwing away a servant. He didn't realize he was handing us our Queen."

I looked at the four of them-four Alphas, four Kings of the dark. My rejected heart did something I thought it would never do again. It beat. Strong. Loud.

"Will you kill me?" I asked.

Félix leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "No, Little Bird. We're going to help you burn that pack to the ground. But first..."

He looked at the others. "We have to mark what's ours."

Far off in the distance, a roar of fury echoed through the trees. Caleb was coming. But for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of the wolf.

I was looking at the monsters who were going to save me.