His Rejected Luna

Chapter 1 – The Rejection

The grand hall of the Silvercrest Pack was packed wall to wall, the air buzzing with excitement. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration, a sacred moment when mates found each other and the pack welcomed its new Luna.

Evelyn Monroe stood in the center of the room, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. She had waited for this moment her entire life, dreaming of the day she would meet the mate the Moon Goddess had destined for her.

And now, standing before her, was him.

Alpha Damien Blackwood.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and commanding, he looked every inch the leader he was. His dark, wavy hair framed sharp, chiseled features, and his golden eyes—intense and powerful—locked onto hers. The moment their gazes met, Evelyn felt the mate bond snap into place, like an unseen thread weaving their souls together.

A shiver ran through her, not of fear but of something primal, something ancient.

He was hers.

She was his.

It was fate.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but before she could say anything, the room shifted. A murmur spread through the gathered pack members, a low hum of anticipation.

Damien hadn’t moved.

Hadn’t spoken.

Hadn’t reached for her.

Something was wrong.

Evelyn swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "Alpha Damien," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

His golden eyes darkened, and he took a slow step forward. The room fell completely silent, the weight of his presence pressing down on everyone.

Then, he spoke.

"Evelyn Monroe," his deep voice carried effortlessly through the hall, smooth yet laced with cold finality. "I, Alpha Damien Blackwood, reject you as my mate and my Luna."

The world seemed to tilt beneath Evelyn’s feet. A collective gasp filled the room.

Pain—sharp, white-hot pain—ripped through her chest, as though an invisible claw had reached inside her and torn something vital away. The mate bond trembled, frayed, then cracked like fragile glass. Her wolf let out a mournful whimper in her mind, the rejection sending shockwaves through both of them.

She sucked in a shaky breath. "W-What?"

Damien’s face was unreadable, his expression set in stone. "You are not fit to be my Luna," he said, his voice emotionless, as if he were merely stating a fact.

Evelyn felt the weight of every eye in the room pressing down on her, watching, waiting to see how she would respond.

She had spent her life as the daughter of a Beta, trained to be strong, to support the Alpha, to lead alongside him. And yet, in this moment, she felt small. Powerless.

She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms to keep herself from falling apart. "Why?" she forced out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Damien exhaled slowly, as if irritated by the question. "You are weak."

The words hit harder than any physical blow ever could.

Evelyn felt something inside her break.

The whispers in the room grew louder, some laced with sympathy, others with amusement. The pack had always been divided about her. Some respected her as the Beta’s daughter. Others saw her as nothing more than an orphaned girl who had never quite fit.

And now, their Alpha had confirmed it.

She was nothing.

A bitter taste filled her mouth, but she refused to let them see her fall apart.

She lifted her chin, forcing her shoulders back, even as her heart ached with unbearable pain. "Then I accept your rejection, Alpha," she said, her voice steady despite the raw agony burning in her chest. "May the Moon Goddess have mercy on you."

A flicker of something—surprise?—flashed across Damien’s golden eyes.

Good.

She wouldn’t beg for him. She wouldn’t plead.

She turned on her heel, forcing herself to walk away, her steps measured and strong. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to stop, to look back, to fight for their bond. But she wouldn’t.

She refused to give him the satisfaction.

She refused to let anyone see how shattered she truly was.

She was nearly at the doors when a sharp voice cut through the air.

"So that’s it?"

Evelyn froze.

Slowly, she turned to find Selena standing beside Damien, a smirk curling on her lips.

Selena. The Alpha’s most trusted warrior. The pack’s golden girl. The one every unmated she-wolf fawned over.

Damien’s chosen mate.

Realization hit Evelyn like a punch to the gut. He had someone else.

"She took that well, don’t you think?" Selena purred, looking up at Damien with mock innocence. "I expected tears. Maybe some begging."

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

Evelyn’s wolf growled in her mind, furious at the disrespect, at the way they were mocking her pain.

Damien’s gaze flickered to hers, something unreadable in his expression. But he said nothing.

Not a single damn word.

Evelyn forced herself to take a deep breath. Her fingers trembled at her sides, but she would not break.

Instead, she turned to Selena, her gaze burning with quiet fury. "Only weak women beg," she said smoothly. "And I am not weak."

Selena’s smirk faltered.

Evelyn turned on her heel, this time walking out the doors without hesitation.

The cold night air hit her like a slap, but she didn’t stop. She kept walking, kept moving, ignoring the way her vision blurred with unshed tears.

Her mate had rejected her.

Her pack had laughed at her.

Her wolf howled in agony inside her, the pain of the severed bond making her stomach churn.

But through the heartbreak, through the devastation, a single thought burned in her mind.

She would never let them see her as weak again.

Damien Blackwood had made the biggest mistake of his life.

And one day, he would realize it.

Only by then… it would be too late.