FORSAKEN LUNA RISING QUEENUpdated at Nov 4, 2026, 22:08
The roast smelled like rosemary and bone marrow, and I wasn’t allowed to eat it. For months after his brother’s tragic death, my fated mate, Alpha Caleb of the Bloodmoon Pack, treated me like an invisible ghost. When he moved his brother’s deceptively fragile widow, Tatiana, and her young pup into our home, my nightmare truly began. I was stripped of my title, my chair at the high table was given away, and I was reduced to scrubbing blood off butchering stones with skin-splitting lye soap while they celebrated inside.I thought I was bound to endure his cold neglect forever. Until the day the terrifying Lycan King, Malakai of the rival Duskfang Pack, marched across our borders. Instead of looking at the Alpha posturing before him, Malakai’s lethal, dark-gold eyes locked onto me. He saw my bleeding knuckles. He saw my hollow cheeks. And with a single quiet command, he offered me his hand, fracturing my fated mate bond to Caleb in an explosion of white-hot agony and liberating silence.Now, I am wrapped in the King’s fur coat, sleeping in the highest room of his iron fortress. Caleb is howling at the gates in a jealous, frantic rage, realizing what he threw away too late. But I have already crossed the line. I am no longer a servant to a broken pack. I am a forsaken Luna, destined to rise as a King's Queen.