His Rejected Luna

The Luna He Rejected Evelyn’s heart pounded as she stood before the Alpha, her mate—the one the Moon Goddess had chosen for her. The moment their eyes met, she had felt the bond snap into place, an unbreakable thread tying her soul to his. But as she gazed into Damien Blackwood’s cold, golden eyes, she knew something was wrong. The great hall of the Silvercrest Pack was filled with whispers, curious eyes watching, waiting. The moment was supposed to be sacred, the union of two fated souls. Instead, Damien’s face was hard, unreadable, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Evelyn Monroe," his deep voice echoed through the hall, commanding silence. "I, Alpha Damien Blackwood, reject you as my mate and Luna." A gasp rippled through the crowd. Evelyn felt the air leave her lungs, the world tilting beneath her feet. Pain, sharp and unbearable, tore through her chest, the mate bond fracturing at his words. No. This wasn’t happening. She swallowed, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Why?" Her voice was barely a whisper, but the room was so silent that everyone heard it. Damien's expression didn’t waver. "You are weak," he said simply, each word like a dagger to her heart. "You are not fit to be my Luna." The weight of his rejection pressed down on her, but she refused to let the pack see her crumble. She straightened her spine, even as tears threatened to spill. "Then I accept your rejection, Alpha," she said, her voice steady despite the agony in her chest. "May the Moon Goddess have mercy on you." And with those final words, Evelyn turned and walked away, leaving behind the only home she had ever known. She didn’t look back. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She made a silent vow. She would never be weak again. She would rise. And one day, Damien Blackwood would regret the day he let her go.