Rebirth of the Rejected Luna

Have you ever loved someone so deeply that you believed your lives were destined to be entwined forever? I had. I believed in it with every beat of my wolf-heart, in every instinct my blood whispered. But love, even the purest, can betray you. I am Jazzlyn Hale, the Luna-in-waiting of the youngest Alpha heir of the Silvercrest Territory, Warren Fang. We were childhood mates, promised in the sacred Luna–Alpha pact that bound our families. Our bond was not just political, it was physical, emotional, and spiritual. Everyone said the Moon Goddess had chosen us. Everyone, that is, except for Warren himself. Because our relationship changed when he met this girl... The girl I did not expect to pop up in our lives and be the reason beyond the destruction of our bond as mates... He cheated. I forgive. He fell out of love. I fight. He let go. I foolishly stayed. He changed the day Alliana Vale stepped into our lives. A delicate, outsider rogue with a scent that called to the forbidden part of his wolf. Everything she was, fragile, soft, obedient, she was the opposite of me. I was fierce, confident, a Hale through and through. I thought our bond was unbreakable. But I was wrong. I tried to fight for him. I begged. I forgave. I endured the coldness, the distance, the nights when I cried myself to sleep because his wolf refused to reach out to mine. And I stayed. Foolishly, blindly, I stayed. "Stop seeing her, Warren. Let's fix this. I'll forgive you. I'm ready to forget everything and pretend nothing happened. Just... don't leave me," I had pleaded. My claws dug into my hands as I spoke, trying to anchor myself to a man who was already slipping through my fingers. But love, I learned too late, can be deadly. The night before our Luna Ceremony, the ceremony that would officially seal our bond, Alliana revealed her secret. She was pregnant with Warren's pup. My world shattered. The Alpha who had once promised me everything now treated me like a stranger, a liability. I ran from the packhouse, my heart pounding, my wolf screaming in terror, and it was then... the rogues came. The attack was sudden, violent, merciless. My wolf fought, claws tearing at flesh, fangs snapping in desperation, but there were too many. One moment I was standing; the next, I was on the forest ground, blood pooling around me, my lifeblood mixing with the soil, my vision fading into darkness. I thought of Warren, of the bond I'd given him, and my last thought was a whispered plea: Please... let me live... give me a chance to fix this. And then, the Moon Goddess answered. As soon as I saw Warren, I decided on one thing... In order to avoid my cruel fate, I have to break off our ceremony and cut him off my life. Why? Everything is already pointless. I got tired of begging for his love... I got tired of crying secretly, enduring the pain he has always caused to my sleepless nights. So, I will let him go... "Let's break off the ceremony," I said in a cold tone holding my luggage. Warren stops what he's doing and looks at me, "What?" He asks unbelievably as if asking me why I decided to give up on him now when I have endured his unfaithfulness for almost a year... "Isn't that what you wanted all along?" I ask with the same cold expression in my eyes. I saw him clenching his fist and he asks, "Why now?" Hah... Seriously? I'm not made of stone... The painful days he spent neglecting me have changed me... I once had truly loved you, Warren... But I could not have gone on like that forever, I don't want to die in vain anymore. I clenched my fist as I tried my best to give him my sweetest smile, "Because I don't love you anymore," I answered. But my answer has changed him too... As soon as I decided to move on, he begged me to come back... Yet, I no longer want to love him. He said he regretted everything and wants to claim me back... But I do not want to go back in his arms again. I do not want to go back to the person who broke my heart before... I do not know why he wants me back but one thing is for sure... I am not the Jazzlyn he used to know and I will never repeat the same mistake I have made before. This time around, I won't accept the alpha's regret... --- (JAZZLYN'S POV) -PRESENT DAYS- Blood... I'm lying on the ground swimming in my own blood... I was crying... No... I can't end everything just like this. I want to ask for help, I badly want to scream at the top of my lungs, but I can't utter any word, and seems my whole body was paralyzed... "J-Jazzlyn!" I heard a man shout and then he went my way and held my head. I stared at him, and tears fell down from my eyes. It's Warren... "Hang on, Jazz. Help is coming. Stay with me. T-This is all my fault, I-I'm sorry. Y-You'll be fine, okay? J-Just hang on!" He said in a panicked and scared tone. Yes, it's your fault. Why are you suddenly giving me such a face as if you're afraid to lose me? You didn't care, you didn't love me anymore. So, why? Warren... You are my source of happiness, my home, my everything. You show me the brightest side of life that I have never seen before. But at the same time, you became my greatest sorrow, I keep holding your hand even if you badly want to let go, and I keep forcing myself on you even if I'm not the one your heart's beating anymore. I hold on too much that I end up facing this cruel death... I don't want to die... I still want to live. I slowly lose my hearing and I can't hear a word that Warren's been shouting by my side, so I close my eyes while tears are escaping from my eyes. Please... If anyone could hear my plea, give me a chance to correct my mistakes. Give me a chance to walk on the right path... I open my eyes again and look at Warren, I shouldn't have loved you in the first place, Warren... If I were to go back in time, I won't love you the same as before. I don't want to love you anymore. All of a sudden, a bright light above fills in my surroundings... I'm being blinded by light that I can't see anything. . . I woke to a chill that was not the forest. My eyes opened to white light, sterile, cold, unnatural. I was lying on a padded bed, my limbs free of wounds, my fur—or rather, my skin—intact. Panic surged through me, but so did a strange clarity. I was alive. I was breathing. And judging by the date on the digital clock, I was six months before that night of death. My heart skipped. I had... been given a second chance. I touched my face, my arms, my chest. No blood, no pain, no fever, but I could feel the tension in my muscles, the residual ache of emotional torment. My wolf, usually quiet now, stirred within me, alert, sensing the threads of fate that had been severed. My senses screamed: Danger. Change. Survival. I rose from the bed, careful not to rush, and the nurse at my side flinched. "Ms. Hale? You're awake." Am I dead? Is this hell? But I feel an air-conditioned cold, it's not hot at all. So, am I in heaven? "Ms. Jazzlyn Hale, are you okay? How are you feeling?" The same female voice repeated. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a white ceiling... Where am I? I glanced at the surroundings and then saw a female nurse looking at me. "W-What is this place?" I ask, She gave me a clueless look, "Ma'am, did you hurt your head when you collapsed or something?" She asks, Did I collapse? I look at my arms, and feet, and touch my head. Wait... I didn't have any injury, my body doesn't feel any sore at all. "Mirror... give me a mirror. I have to see myself in the mirror!" I yelled. "Ms. Hale, calm down. Are you okay?'" She asked. I took a deep breath. "I'm fine. I need a mirror," I cut her off, my voice steady despite the storm of thoughts. She hesitated, then handed me one. I stared, expecting the reflection to reveal scars of battle, tears etched in my soul, but no. The face staring back at me was unmarked, unbroken—but I knew better. My heart bore the memory of pain, and my wolf bore the memory of betrayal. This time, I would not be weak. I checked the date again: March 16. Six months before the night I died. I remembered it clearly, the day my body had collapsed under stress, the day Warren ignored my illness, the day my heart shattered completely. The Moon Goddess had brought me back, and I understood my task immediately: survive. Protect myself. Break the bond before it kills me. If that's the case, I turn back in time six months before my death... And this day was the day I suddenly got sick due to stress and lack of sleep. I remember this day very clearly... I stayed here all day and wait for Warren to show up and pick me up, but he didn't come at all. I sigh and decided to lie down in bed for a while to process what's happening. The nurse gave me medicine for my fever and told me to rest. But my mind just can't feel at ease... Right now, I can feel that I am physically and emotionally tired just like before, but somehow my heart doesn't feel too heavy. Maybe because I'm not expecting Warren to see me here right now. After a few hours of staring at the ceiling, I stood up and decided to remove the dextrose in my hand. "Ms. Hale, what are you doing? You still need to rest—" Before she could continue, I already cut her off. "I don't want to stay here, just tell my co-worker that I left to rest. Thanks." I said and took a step all the way out of the clinic. Hours later, as I walked out of the company's clinic, the familiar scent of the packhouse or rather, the approaching Alpha, hit me. Warren. My pulse tightened. I froze as he stepped into the doorway, his presence commanding, his aura fierce, the wolf within him radiating tension, hunger, and... confusion. "Jazzlyn," he said softly, a flicker of worry crossing his handsome, alpha-featured face. His wolf-whisper, subtle but powerful, called to my own wolf, tugging at instincts I had sworn to suppress. I shivered. My fingers tightened around my bag strap. Why is he here!? Warren ignored the nurse and just stare at me. He suddenly sigh, "I heard you collapsed. You're supposed to rest, why are you heading out?" He ask, I gulp... I couldn't move an inch from where I am standing. Now that I am staring at his face this close, I can't help but to remember what happened before I got hit by a car. My hands went cold and I could feel my knees trembling. Sh*t. "Don't touch me," I said, voice sharper than I intended. My wolf growled low in my throat, protective, wary. He flinched, surprise flashing across his face before being replaced by frustration. "Jazz, you shouldn't be out here. You're sick, you should get some rest." I did not answer. I could not answer. The last time I had trusted him, he had handed me to heartbreak. His wolf had abandoned mine when it mattered most. And now, here he was, a shadow of the man I once loved, trying again. Flashback hit me as I stood frozen: the confrontation with Alliana, her knees on the cold ground of the packhouse's ceremonial hall. "I'm carrying his pup, Jazzlyn... please, let him go. Let us be happy." Her voice was small, trembling. Her scent, strong, alluring, sinful—flooded my senses, making my wolf lunge in fury. I had known of their betrayal, yes, but seeing it, the reality, it burned like acid. I wasn't able to say anything and got speechless. I've known that Warren and Alliana slept together but how...? How could they do this to me? I keep on asking myself, what's with Alliana, why Warren adores her that much? Everyone told me that I was perfect for Warren... I am both beauty and brain. They told me I am the most suitable woman for an alpha like him, and no other woman could beat me. But I guess that's not the case in Warren's eyes. The Luna Ceremony is set next week and now she's telling me that she's carrying my man's pup? "Alliana!" Behind my back, I saw Warren running towards us and as soon as he went to our way he help Alliana stood up. I am so tired... So broken... "Jazz..." I heard Warren murmuring my name. "So, you're not planning to tell me that you impregnated her?" I asks, "I tried so many times to tell you, you just don't want to hear me out." He answered. "Hah... so you're telling me that it's my fault? Because I'm not listening to you?!" "No, no... Jazz, please... I-I have to take responsible for what I've done..." he said that completely torn my heart into pieces. "Then what about me? What about us?" I ask in a very low tone as my silent tears roll over in my cheeks. "I'm sorry." He said and shook his head, as if he's telling me that we're over. I slowly move backwards... I can't breathe... I can't take it anymore, I have to get out of here.... My chest ached, lungs tightening. My wolf howled in frustration, tearing at invisible chains. I had fled that night, the path taking me to the center of the highway. My last thought had been a prayer to the Moon Goddess. And now... I was here again, alive, six months before that fateful night. Warren stepped closer, his wolf instinct pressing, the tension between our fated-bond claws evident. "Jazz, are you okay?" His voice was soft, careful, but I felt the old pull. My wolf flinched. My human heart pounded. I had to remind myself: this time, I would not be weak. "I'm fine," I said, moving past him. "Don't touch me." His eyes darkened, the alpha authority in them coiling, dangerous. "Jazzlyn..." he started, but I kept walking. That night, in the safety of my small apartment far from the packhouse, I felt the full weight of my second chance. I could hear the faint whisper of my wolf in my mind: Survive. Protect yourself. Avoid your fate. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to my wolf pulse beneath my skin. Six months to undo everything. Six months to survive a fate that had once killed me. Six months to ensure I never returned to Warren as the Luna who would die in betrayal and blood. I remembered clearly the events that had led me here: the coldness, the rejection, the lies, and the dangerous web of Alliana's presence. I had been too trusting, too obedient, too willing to sacrifice myself for someone who no longer loved me. Not anymore. Not this time. I felt the call of my wolf as I closed my eyes, the scent of the forest, the distant howl of the pack in the night. Freedom, it whispered. Power, it promised. Revenge, perhaps. But most of all, survival. I would not die for love. I would not let my bond with Warren drag me to the same cruel end. This time, I would run, fight, and live—for myself, not for a man who had abandoned my heart. And in that moment, the Moon Goddess's light seemed to pulse around me, a faint, silver warmth that whispered: Go. Change your fate. Reclaim your life. I clenched my fists, my wolf growling low in my chest, resonating with anger, fear, and determination. I was Jazzlyn Hale. I was fated. But fate, I realized, was not absolute. Not if I was willing to fight. Tomorrow, I would face the packhouse, face Warren, and declare my choice. Tomorrow, I would break the bond, sever the fated threads, and claim my second chance. The road ahead would be dangerous. My wolf instincts warned me of the rogues, of the whispers, of Alliana's schemes, of the heart of the Alpha who had once broken me. But I did not care. I was alive. And this time... I would not love to my own death.