Chapter 4: A Mistake.
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Averia POV
So this was my reality, exile had not been gentle to me. It was neither kind nor soft or forgiving. It had gotten used to the cold nights and empty stomachs.
I kept on wondering if that was the best option I had.
“Was walking away even worth it?”
I asked myself. But then the memories flooded my head all at once. I couldn't forget how Kael, my own mate, had rejected me in front of everyone.
Cruelty. That was the word for it. The look in his eyes as he rejected me like I wasn't his mate.
He threw me to the floor like we weren't sharing a bond. How was I supposed to forget that? How?
Leaving was the only option I had. It was either that or suicide but I knew for a fact that I couldn't live with shame.
I had been walking until my feet hurt too much to feel anymore. It was long and hard but I had been learning which forests were safe to sleep in and which ones whispered warnings through the trees.
“Averia, don't give up”
I whispered to myself as I caught myself crying. I had been rejected and now I was also homeless with nowhere to go.
I had been hiding my scent, keeping my head down, and never staying in one place long enough to be noticed. I lived in fear. Fear of being a target.
But it had also been the first time in my life that no one had told me who I was allowed to be. Away from Bloodstone, my wolf had not shrunk like they always said it would.
She had not gone quiet or weak. She had done the opposite. She had stretched. She had breathed. She had stood up inside me like she had been waiting for space.
Each full moon had changed. At first, the shifts had been painful. My bones had burned. My chest felt too tight. I had curled up alone and bitten down on my sleeve to keep from crying out.
But over time, the pain had settled into something steady. The moon had stopped feeling like punishment and started feeling like a call. Something old had stirred inside me, something that did not feel broken or small.
It felt familiar. I had begun to notice things. How the ground felt warmer under my feet when I stood still long enough.
How my heartbeat seemed to calm the wolves around me when I passed through smaller packs. How anger around me softened, just a little, without me doing anything at all.
At first, I had thought I was imagining it.Then I had met an old she-wolf in a border town who had watched me for a long time before speaking.
“You carry old blood,”
She had said flatly. I turned to face her as she closed in on me. At first I was scared so I backed up on her, but then she spoke to me.
“Do not be a scared child. You have no reason to be carried away with fear.”
There was something about her voice, even though I had stiffened, ready to run, but she had only nodded to herself.
“Noctyne,”
She had added.
“They tried to erase you.”
She said that had been the first c***k in the story I had been told my whole life.
I followed her, and there she told me everything I needed to know. She explained it all to me. My bloodline was never a curse. It was a gift. I was special but condemned to think I wasn't.
“Ancient Lunas.”
That was the line I came from. I wasn't a mate chosen to stand quietly beside an Alpha, but a force meant to steady them. To balance rage. To keep packs from tearing themselves apart. We had been created to restrain power, not worship it.
“So what you're telling me now is that. My bloodline is far powerful than I think”
She nodded as she spoke.
“Not just that but. Your power can be used to save lives and your mate. He will look for you”
On hearing that, my mood went sour. Why would I want Kael to look for me especially after everything he's done to me. I ignored it.
“Modern packs do not want what you possess. They had wanted control.but your bloodline is a threat to them.”
She added. I couldn't help but think. Maybe that's why they wanted me out. Or I was simply an Omega who they would never see as anything.
I wondered as I continued to listen to her.
“So they had rewritten history. They had turned Lunas into decorations. They had made omegas disappear. They had buried our bloodline and called it progress.”
Every lesson had hurt. Every truth had burned. But my wolf had grown stronger with each one. I had understood why I was treated the way I was. It all made sense.
Then my body changed. At first, I blamed hunger. Then stress. Then the moon. I had been tired in a way sleep did not fix.
My senses had sharpened too much. Scents had turned overwhelming. My heartbeat had felt wrong, like it was not just mine.
When I had finally realized the truth, I had sat on the floor of a borrowed room and stared at my hands for a long time. It hit like a sharp glass cutting my throat
“I'm pregnant.”
I whispered with fear and confusion. What was I supposed to do now?
The memories flooded me like a wave hitting me. I remember the night after we had found out we were mates. Right before the ceremony.
He found me on my bed and I knew it was his wolf that had brought him. I couldn't resist and neither could he.
Tearing off my dress, exposing my breast and already hard n*****s. Kael’s c**k was already erect as it tore my hymen and f*****g me to the point where my desires were met.
I could remember his body on mine that night. That was what made the rejection worse.
The knowledge had hit me like a wave. Fear had come first. I was really pregnant Then disbelief, then something quieter and heavier that had settled in my chest and refused to leave.
The child had carried Alpha blood and most likely Luna magic.
Something that should not have existed, something that was forbidden. Something the world had not prepared for.
I had placed my hand over my stomach and felt my wolf respond instantly. Not with panic but with protectiveness and purpose.
“I will keep you safe,”
I whispered, my voice shaking but steady enough.
“I promise.”
I didn't know what I was going to do but I was going to protect my child.
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