The Rejected Luna's Revenge

First Kill

The snow crunched under Kael’s boots as he pulled me deeper into the forest. My legs burned. My lungs burned. But what burned most was the mark on my collarbone.

It pulsed like it had a heartbeat. His heartbeat.

“Keep up, omega,” he growled without looking back. His black wolf form was massive beside me, but he’d shifted to human just to drag me faster. “Wolves are coming.”

“Rogue wolves?” I gasped, tripping over a root. “Or your pack?”

“Does it matter?” He yanked me behind a frozen oak as howls split the night. Not one. Not two. Seven voices. Close.

My blood went cold. Seven rogues meant death. Omegas didn’t survive rogue attacks. That’s why they dumped me at Kael’s border like trash.

Kael’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could scream. His palm smelled like pine and blood. “Silence,” he whispered against my ear. His breath was hot. Too hot for winter. “Let them pass.”

I nodded against his hand. But my mark flared.

Heat exploded under my skin. The bite he gave me yesterday wasn’t just claiming me. It was waking something up. Something feral.

The first rogue stepped into the clearing. Scarred face. Yellow eyes. He sniffed the air. “I smell her. The runaway omega. The Alpha’s reject.”

“Hand her over, Kael,” another voice called. “She’s not pack. She’s meat.”

Kael didn’t answer. His body went rigid behind me. I felt it. The shift starting under his skin. Bones cracking. Muscles tearing. But he fought it.

Because if he shifted, they’d see me. Unarmed. Untrained. A dead omega.

“No,” I whispered, even though his hand still covered my mouth.

He looked down at me. Silver eyes, not black anymore. The wolf was winning. He mouthed one word: Run.

I couldn’t. The mark wouldn’t let me. It chained me to him. Pain lanced through my chest as the rogues moved closer. Ten steps. Five steps.

Then Kael did the unthinkable.

He let go of me.

He shoved me forward, right into the clearing. Right into the moonlight. Right into seven pairs of hungry eyes.

“Take her,” he snarled, voice already half-wolf. “But touch her and I burn your whole pack.”

They laughed. “One Alpha against seven rogues? Bold words.”

Bold words from a man who was supposed to hate me. A man who was supposed to reject me.

The first rogue lunged. Claws out. Aiming for my throat.

Time slowed.

The mark on my neck blazed white-hot. Not Kael’s fire. Mine.

I’d never shifted. Never trained. Never killed.

But omegas don’t survive by being weak.

I grabbed the rogue’s wrist as his claws came down. Bones snapped under my fingers. His howl of pain was cut short when my other hand went up and flames erupted from my palm.

Real flames. Not magic. Not illusion. Fire.

My first kill.

The rogue dropped, chest caved in, eyes wide with shock. An omega killed an Alpha-rank rogue.

The forest went silent.

Kael stared at me. At the fire dancing on my fingers. At the body at my feet.

“You’re not an omega,” he breathed. “What are you?”

I looked at my hands. Fire. Blood. Power I never asked for.

“I’m the mistake they should’ve killed as a pup,” I whispered.

Behind me, six more rogues charged.The first one hit me like a truck. Claws raked my shoulder and warm blood poured down my arm. Pain screamed through me but the fire in my veins screamed louder.

I wasn’t an omega. Omegas didn’t burn.

Kael roared behind me and shifted fully. His wolf was massive, black fur like midnight, eyes burning silver. He tore into the second rogue before the blood even hit snow.

But there were still five more. And I was bleeding.

“Get down!” Kael snapped, jaws dripping red.

I dropped. A rogue leapt over me, aiming for Kael’s throat. I rolled and my hands hit the frozen ground. The mark pulsed. Heat flooded my palms again.

This time I didn’t fight it.

I shoved my hands forward and a wave of fire exploded outward. Not flames like a candle. A wall of fire. It slammed into two roguesand they howled as fur turned to ash.

The smell of burning wolf filled the air. I gagged but didn’t stop. Another rogue came at me from the side. I spun and caught his throat with my fingers. Fire poured into his skin and his eyes rolled back.

Three down. Four left including Kael.

My knees hit the snow. Power like this wasn’t free. My vision blurred. My heart hammered too fast. The fire was eating me from inside.

“Stop,” Kael growled, pinning the fourth rogue under his massive paws. Blood covered his muzzle. “You’ll burn yourself out.”

I couldn’t stop. The fire didn’t listen to me. It had waited years to be free.

The last two rogues saw it too. They saw the girl who was supposed to be weak, standing in a circle of bodies with flames licking her skin. They turned to run.

“Too late,” I whispered. And the fire chased them.

When it was over, the forest was quiet. Snow hissed as it melted around charred bodies. My fire died out slowly, leaving only smoke and the stink of death.

I looked down at my hands. No more fire. Just blood. Mine and theirs.

Kael shifted back to human. Naked, bleeding, but alive. He walked to me slow, like I might explode again.

“You killed four rogues,” he said quietly. “Alone. Without training.”

I couldn’t answer. My legs gave out and I collapsed into the snow.

Kael caught me before I hit the ground. His arms were warm. His chest was heaving. “You’re not a mistake,” he murmured into my hair. “You’re a weapon. And they made the biggest mistake of their lives throwing you away.”

The last thing I saw before darkness took me was his eyes. Not angry anymore. Not cold.

Afraid.

Afraid of what I could become.Cold hit me first when I woke up. Then pain. Then Kael’s voice.

“Drink this.”

Something hot pressed to my lips. The taste was bitter, like herbs and blood. Moonflower tea. I’d seen it in the pack healer’s hut before they threw me out. It was for wounded wolves. For wolves who shifted too hard.

I choked it down. “Where are we?”

Kael’s cabin. The same one he dragged me to when he first claimed me. Fire crackled in the hearth but he wasn’t close to it. He sat three feet away on a wooden chair, arms crossed, watching me like I was a bomb.

“You passed out for six hours,” he said. His voice was flat. Controlled. “The rogues are dead. I buried them.”

I tried to sit up and hissed. Every muscle burned. My throat felt raw, like I’d been screaming. Maybe I had.

Kael stood and grabbed a blanket from his bed. He wrapped it around my shoulders before I could protest. HisMaybe I had. Maybe the fire burned my voice along with my restraint.

I forced myself to look at him. Really look. The Alpha who rejected me yesterday was gone. This Kael had blood under his nails and exhaustion in his eyes. He’d buried seven rogues alone while I burned unconscious.

“Why did you save me?”Kael didn’t answer right away. He walked to the window. Moonlight made his back look silver. His shoulders were tight like he was carrying dead wolves on them.

Because when you lit that fire, he said finally, voice low, you didn’t just kill them. You killed the part of me that believed omegas were weak. You killed the Alpha who rejected you. I don’t know who’s left.

My chest tightened. The mark on my neck pulled me toward him even though my legs were shaking.

I stood up slow. Pain shot through me but I walked to him anyway. Two feet away. One foot away. He didn’t move.

I touched his face with my fingers. They were still dirty with ash and blood. His skin was cold. But his eyes were burning.

If I’m not an omega, I whispered, then what am I to you now?

Kael closed his eyes. When he opened them there was no cold Alpha anymore. Just a man looking at the woman who burned the world for him.

Mate, he said. One word. It broke something in both of us.

The mark on my neck exploded white hot. A matching mark burned on his wrist. The bond snapped into place like chains breaking.

Outside the pack howled. Louder this time. They felt it too.

The bond. The Luna. The fire.Kael pulled me into his chest before I could speak. His arms were steel and his heartbeat was fast against my cheek. The bond between us hummed like a live wire. Hot. Dangerous. Real.

I’m not letting you go, he whispered into my hair. Not to the pack. Not to the witch. Not ever again.

My fire answered his. Small flames danced on our skin but didn’t burn. Because mates don’t burn each other. Mates burn the world together.Author's Note:

She burned rogues. Then she burned Kael’s walls down 🔥

MATE bond complete. The pack heard it. The witch is next.

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