The Hidden Identity Of Luna

With such bitterness and hatred, Jack declared, "I have nothing to do with someone like you, and you are not my partner." It seemed unbelievable to me; it seemed like everything in my life was falling apart at once. The man I believed to be my true love, with whom I had planned a future as a couple, was publicly rejecting me. I couldn't believe a word the incredibly tall and attractive man said, so I just stared blankly at him. This certainly can't be the man I've loved for so long; either something is seriously wrong or this is all a big joke. What do you mean, exactly? I force myself to swallow back the tears that are about to fall. Then he did the most heinous thing: he laughed at me, and everybody else laughed with him. I attempted to move to harm him the way he did, to say anything, but I was paralyzed like the coward I was, and I said nothing. I had no idea how much the sound of his venomous laughter would haunt me. "You need to wake up from your delusions if you thought I would accept you as my partner. You are an illegitimate child and the daughter of a humble servant." I realized that everything we shared was false. I felt lost, broken, and lifeless inside. With little dignity remaining, I fled his company and made my way to my favorite spot among the moonlit isles. There were very few visitors, and the area was empty. This location served as my little haven; it was serene and offered a stunning perspective of the entire hamlet. Everything seemed small, even my issues. I had to get my thoughts straight. How could I have gone from being deeply in love and preparing to marry my partner Jack to him openly rejecting and shaming me? Before she passed away, my mother worked as a servant for Jack's family; my father was never shown, and I never questioned her much about him since I knew it would make her uncomfortable. I fell in love with Jack's family after they welcomed me into their home and showed me so much kindness. We became close friends. We sensed a deep connection and knew we were mates when our wolves awoke. We co-planned our lives, so why does he act in this unexpected way? I should be receiving an explanation, but it's unlikely that I will. The worst part was that I allowed him to make fun of me and make me appear insignificant in front of everyone. I promise not to repeat my weakness. I vow never to let a guy or woman treat me in such a demeaning manner again. Having made the decision to go on, he didn't deserve me. I wept for the lost love, the years of sacrifice, and the lost part of me. I wept till the sun began to drop and the day's fatigue started to set in. I ignored the many longing looks I got and got up to head home. Naturally, news spread quickly in this aisle, and everyone had the grace to use their looks to convey what they couldn't say with their mouths. I decided to stay at my best friend's house instead of returning home. She opens the door after two knocks, giving me a dejected grin and saying, "Oh dear, I heard what happened." She draws me in for an embrace, and I melt in her arms. I do have Stacey, though. We remain in that serene silence for what seems like an eternity until I clear my throat. "Stacey, I need a little rest," I said, and she apologized profusely before dragging me to her room. "Let me get you something to eat," she said, getting up, but I held her hand. "No need; I'm actually alright. However, I want to thank you for everything. Given my current state of mind, I can only manage a modest smile. She listened while I told her everything, saying, "You know, he's a nasty man; I've never liked him." My head nods. "Stacey, is there another time we can talk about this?" She nods slightly and disappears into my thoughts. Compared to Jack, Stacey and I have been best friends for a longer period of time. With her pale yet radiant skin, long golden curls, and a voice that could tame even the most ferocious beast, she was tall, slim, and breathtakingly gorgeous. Men kneeled before her, and only I was said to be more beautiful than she was. The two things that made me famous prevented men from recognizing me. Either I was Jack's mate or I was the abandoned daughter. Now that Jack has rejected me, nobody wants any. Was I doomed to die alone, or would I find another mate eventually? I fall asleep soundly and don't wake up till Stacey brings in some dinner. I behaved like the famished animal that I was. "You seem relaxed now; what's the plan?" Stacey asks, appearing sincere in her concern. She posed a thoughtful query, saying, "I'm not sure what I should do with my life." "I don't know, but it really amazes me that I allowed someone to have so much power over my life. I have to start afresh, and now more than ever, I need my wolf to lead the way. She keeps quiet. I suppose she's counting on me to work things out on my own. What does your wolf have to say? As she sets up her room, she inquires. She's been unusually silent, and despite my best efforts, I can't seem to get through to her. She sat up and displayed a concerned expression. "What if... nah, that isn't possible?" "What is it?" I asked my best buddy, looking puzzled at her. "You see, I heard legends, myths, or whatever about beings who lost all communication with their wolves because of the trauma of being rejected by their mates," I inquire. I got up. "Wait, what?" Although I'm aware that it doesn't happen frequently, I've never heard of anything like it. I begin to pace and try to make contact with my wolf, but I get no response. The emptiness I've been experiencing is due to my wolf not being awake. "Sit down and stop worrying; there is a cure, and it does happen sometimes." I sit and listen to her, breathing a sigh of relief. "What is the remedy?" She gave me a pitying glance. "Well, you should look for a partner with a stronger bond than this." Is that even feasible to do? The majority of people only ever have one partner in life, and those who are rejected seldom find another or choose to settle for acquaintances out of convenience. "Everyone is promised three mates, but they only meet one in their lifetime. If you are very lucky, you might meet the second, and your wolf will wake up." This is too much to take in. "Oh, that's okay, but please do not tell anyone about my wolf dying," she says, nodding and lightly pinching my palm. My partner rejected me in less than twenty-four hours, and my wolf has vanished from sight. The moon goddess is putting my trust to the test. I need to get away from this since it's all too much for me to take, but I suppose that won't happen very soon. "I must go to the market, but you must rest. You can go out and unwind or stay in," she said, kissing me lightly on the forehead before turning to depart. A bastard child like me never had any luck to think I actually thought I could marry an alpha like Jack and even be his luna. We are expected to put up with people's cruelty toward us. Since my mother was a good woman, I also deserve affection. Simply put, she was married to the wrong man. I snap back to reality as I hear a loud knock on my door. Max, Jack's beta, is there when I immediately jump up to see who's at the door. Max has always been dependable, yet I am aware of his true allegiance. "Hello, Max," I say, giving him the biggest smile I can conjure. He clears his throat, appearing uneasy. My eyes enlarge as I realize who Max is referring to when he says, "He wants to see you." Although I don't want to attend, I know that defying an alpha will only get me in trouble. Please don't force me to leave. Given how little choice I had, I chose to beg, "Do not make this difficult; just follow me." I consider my alternatives; if I refuse to go, I will be forced to go and will be ashamed, or if I go and will still be embarrassed, I will still be embarrassed. I lift my head and sigh. "You will wait outside while I freshen up," I say, meeting Max's nod before slamming the door in his face. I have been obedient for far too long, and it hasn't gotten me anywhere at all. All these men think they have the right to tell me what to do. Even though I don't feel confident, I choose to take a shower, get ready, put on one of my nicest dresses, and style my hair to look that way. When I open the door, Max is still there, waiting for me. He follows me as I go by, attempting to keep up. "Where is he now?" I say it in a tone laced with hate. Max isn't used to me being like this, poor guy. "Oh, he's at your regular meeting spot," he said in a cordial manner. I nod slightly to him, and we keep walking silently until we get there. One benefit of dating an alpha male is that he dedicated his modest house to us, which is where we usually meet. It was, I suppose, straightforward but lovely and had a cozy feeling. I no longer have the same perspective on this location that I once did. Without knocking, I open the door and see him seated in a chair, lost in meditation. As soon as he realizes I'm watching, he gets up. "Aurora, you arrived!" he exclaimed. I scoff. "I had no option," he said, appearing irritated. Fair enough, he deserves it. Max looks at both of us until he gets the message and exits the room. His tone was firm but level. "Do not speak to me in that tone, my dear. I know you are hurt, but I did what was needed." He attempted to approach me, but I retreated. You did, of course. Tell me now, my lord, why I am here so that I may depart. I smile, but it stays hidden from my eyes. "You know I love you, but as an alpha, I must put responsibilities first, and I cannot marry a lady with...your type of background," he pauses before clearing his throat in a smooth yet commanding voice. In essence, he's claiming he can't wed a child who wasn't born into the family. Did I come expecting further slights? to be referred to as an orphaned kid? He went on, "I still want to be with you, but well, in secret, you will be my mistress," before I could respond. I swear to look after you well, meet all of your requirements, and keep you safe from the outside world. Nobody who truly wishes to survive will mistreat you. I give him a startled look. I'm not the kind of woman who would leap at the chance to be the mistress of an alpha. I refuse to bring another bastard into this world because no one should have to deal with what I have. Although the offer is alluring, I could never forgive myself. "I don't require your defense. You are not necessary to me. I confidently claim, "I don't want you," even though I know it's a lie. He adds, icily, "You will regret this," upset that I offended his ego. “May I leave if that is all?” To enrage him the most, I bow. "As long as you remain on Moonlit Island, I swear to make your life miserable. Get out of my sight." "One day I will make you beg at my feet to pardon you for all the suffering you have caused," he says, turning his back on me. With that, I walk away feeling liberated. She would be pleased if my wolf could see it.