The Luna He Never wanted.

Chapter 3

Lyria’s POV

The words stayed with me.

We wasted enough time waiting for her to awaken.

I didn’t understand them. Not fully.

But I knew one thing—This had never been about betrayal.

As the guards dragged me across the courtyard, I didn’t struggle. The fight in me had gone quiet, replaced by something colder and something steadier.

I wasn’t confused anymore.

I wasn’t asking questions because I already knew the truth. They had planned this from the beginning.

The night air hit my skin as we stepped outside the pack house. It was colder than I expected, or maybe I just felt it more now that everything inside me was… gone.

My wolf.

I reached inward without thinking and nothing answered. No voice, no presence, and no warmth. Just silence.

My steps faltered for a moment.

“She’s weak,” one of the guards muttered.

“Of course she is,” the other replied. “The bond just broke.”

Their voices sounded distant, like they weren’t speaking about me, like I wasn’t really here.

They didn’t know that this wasn’t just a weakness.

This was emptiness.

They pushed me forward again, and I forced myself to keep walking.

At the edge of the courtyard, a carriage waited. It was black, plain and closed. It was prepared for me, offcourse it was.

Everything had already been decided. I was just the last piece being moved.

“She goes alone,” one of the guards said.

The driver nodded without looking at me.

No questions.

No hesitation.

Just obedience.

That told me everything. This wasn’t sudden, it wasn’t a punishment, but this was a transaction.

They opened the carriage door and pushed me inside. I stumbled slightly but caught myself before I could fall. My hands steadied against the seat as I lowered myself down.

The door slammed shut.

And just like that—It was done.

No goodbye.

No final words.

Nothing.

The carriage started moving almost immediately. The sound of the pack gates opening echoed faintly, then closed behind me.

I stared at the opposite wall, my thoughts quiet.

I should have been crying.

I should have been angry.

But I wasn’t.

I felt… nothing.

The bond was gone.

My wolf was gone and with it—everything I thought I was.

My hands rested in my lap, still, unmoving.

“Not useful…” I murmured under my breath.

The words echoed back in my mind. Selene’s voice.

That was all I had been. Something useful.

Something they waited on. Something that didn’t give them what they wanted, so they got rid of me.

A slow breath left my lips.

I leaned my head back slightly, closing my eyes and for the first time since everything happened, I let myself think.

Not about the pain.

Not about the rejection.

But about the words I heard before I left…waiting for her to awaken.

What did that mean?

Awaken what?

I opened my eyes slowly, staring ahead.

If this was about power…Then that meant—They had expected something from me, something I didn’t even know I had.

My fingers curled slightly.

And when it didn’t happen—They decided I was useless.

A bitter feeling rose in my chest. It was something sharper. They didn’t just reject me.

They used me and when I didn’t give them what they wanted, they threw me away.

They sold me, like I was nothing, like I belonged to them.

The carriage moved faster now, the sound of the wheels steady against the ground.

I didn’t know where I was going.

But I knew one thing— It didn’t matter. Because wherever I ended up, I wouldn’t be the same person who left that pack. Something had changed and I could feel it.

Even without my wolf.

Even without the bond.

Something inside me wasn’t empty.

It just felt… quiet.

Like it was waiting.

I frowned slightly, pressing my hand against my chest. At first, there was nothing.

Then, I felt a faint warmth.

My breath caught.

That wasn’t possible.

I pressed my hand harder against my chest, focusing.

There it was again.

Small, barely there, but real.

Alive.

My heart started to beat faster.

“No…” I whispered.

My wolf was gone. I had felt it disappear. So what was this?

The warmth pulsed again, stronger this time. Spreading slowly through my chest.

Not painful, not weak, but different.

My fingers tightened slightly against my shirt.

“What is that…?” I whispered.

The carriage suddenly hit a rough patch, shaking slightly—but I barely noticed.

My focus was entirely on the feeling growing inside me.

It didn’t feel like my wolf.

It didn’t feel familiar.

It felt…New.

A strange tension built in my chest as the warmth spread further.

My breathing slowed.

My thoughts sharpened.

And for the first time since everything happened, I didn’t feel empty.

I felt… aware.

Like something inside me had been asleep, and was now waking up.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

“What were they waiting for…?” I murmured.

The answer sat just out of reach, but I was getting closer. I could feel it.

The warmth pulsed again, stronger.

My entire body reacted to it this time, a slight heat spreading through my veins.

I inhaled sharply.

This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t something I had ever felt before.

My hand dropped slowly to my side.

And then—

I heard it.

A voice. Soft and clear.

But not mine.

“They didn’t reject you…”

My body went completely still.

My heart started to race.

That voice didn’t come from outside.

It came from inside me.

“…they discarded you.”

My breath caught.

“Who—” My voice came out barely above a whisper. “Who are you?”

No answer.

Just silence.

But the warmth didn’t disappear.

If anything—It grew stronger.

I swallowed slowly, my eyes scanning the empty carriage. There was no one here. No one could have spoken. And yet—I heard it.

Clear as anything.

My chest rose and fell slowly as I tried to steady myself.

“This isn’t real…” I murmured.

But it was. I could feel it… The warmth, the presence, the voice. Something was inside me. Something that hadn’t been there before.

Or maybe—Something that had always been there waiting.

A slow chill ran down my spine.

“What are you…?” I whispered again.

Silence.

Then, a faint reflection caught my eye.

The small glass window beside me.

I turned slowly, my reflection stared back at me.

Normal.

Tired.

Pale.

The same as before.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—My reflection blinked.

I froze. I hadn’t blinked.

My heart stopped.

And then—The reflection smiled.

Not soft.

Not normal.

Something else.

Something wrong.

My breath caught in my throat because I wasn’t smiling.

The reflection tilted its head slightly, and in a voice that wasn’t mine, it whispered—

“Now… we begin.”