THE CHOSEN LUNA QUEEN

PROLOGUE

His words rumble through the air, each syllable striking me like a cruel blow, vividly replaying on the walls of my mind like a motion picture premiere on a grand cinematic screen.

I stood there frozen, my sallow eyes staring back at the man I once called father. His words echoed thunderously through the grand hall just like yesterday, their impact reverberating in my ears, leaving me stunned and breathless. It's the day I never dream of experiencing again. The day I tagged "The worst day of my life."

Alpha Elvis Kahn, the mighty king of Aregona, towered over me with his imposing presence. His countenance was stern, his voice filled with cold determination as he delivered his final

decree.

The weight of his words settled heavily upon my shoulders, like an invisible shackle that bound me to a fate I never asked for.

"It all started on the day of my father's cruel judgment," I recounted. "The day he accused my mother, Hannah, of killing an 8-day-old baby boy. It was an unthinkable crime, and they never gave her a fair hearing."

Betrayed by the man she had loved and stood by for years.

As the memories flooded my mind, tears welled up in my eye as I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts and summoning the strength to relive those painful memories, as my father uttered the word that changed the trajectory of the destinies of my mother and little me at a tender age.

"I, Alpha Elvis Kahn, the king of Aregona," he proclaimed, his voice dripping with authority, "reject you, Hannah Kahn, as my fated mate, for committing i*********e. You and your daughter Kate Kahn are therefore banished from the territory of Aregona henceforth."

Once Luna, now an outcast, was stripped of her title, her home, and her place in society. How did it come to this?

The room fell into a deafening silence, broken only by the sound of my heartbeat, racing with a mixture of fear and defiance.

The weight of his words crushed my mother's spirit, Tara, her wolf began to stir within her, her blood started boiling, tightening her fisted hands ready to fight. I could feel it reverberating in her core, threatening to consume the king.

My mother tried very hard to tame Tara before it shifted.

Not that my mother is weak, she's a fighter and she had a rich history of warrior in her lineage.

She was born to Lycan parents, a family of warriors who have never lost a battle, the great Lycan Oreion Sol, The dreaded Alpha of the Seven Moon pack, and the descendant of the greatest Lycan Driscoll Sol.

So, my mother is not a weakling.

But she knew the consequence of attacking the King. The King is very strong and has several fierce fighters in his ranks.

Attacking him would lead to her instant death and subsequently put my life in danger.

Instead, she tried to defend herself.

At this point, she stood beside me, her face a mask of both sorrow and temerity.

She had been my rock, my guiding light, and now we were castaway, labeled as outcasts in our kingdom.

I could feel my heart breaking all over again, the weight of injustice heavy upon me. Tears welled up in my mother's eyes as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the injustice that had befallen us.

She fell to her knees, her voice trembling with anguish and desperation, pleading for him to temper his justice with mercy.

"No, please! I beg you, Alpha Elvis, show mercy! Let me prove my innocence. I didn't kill the baby. Provide evidence, at least!"

The tension in the room grew as she pleaded with my father.

She reminded him of how she had always strived to be a good mate and never disrespected him once.

But my father remained unmoved, his face etched with anger and disgust. He refused to listen to my mother's pleas, dismissing her cries for justice.

"I am innocent," she persisted, her voice cracking. "You cannot condemn me without providing any evidence. I did not kill the boy. Please, I beg you to reconsider."

Her words fell on deaf ears as my father remained resolute in his decision. The pain of his rejection cut deep, piercing her heart like a thousand icy shards.

She beseeches him to remember the love they once shared, the vows they exchanged, and the life they had built together. How could he believe such heinous accusations without a shred of proof?

My mother continued to appeal as she sobered up.

"Heed the voice of reason, my love," my mother implored, her voice quivering with raw emotion.

"Have you ever caught me in any evil act? Have I ever harmed anyone, let alone an innocent child? Please, have mercy."

The pleading in her voice was met with a cold, unyielding stare from my father, his expression devoid of any mercy.

"You should have thought about that before," my father sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"You and your daughter are banished from Aregona, and you shall never set foot here again."

Her words hung in the air, mingling with the tension that had enveloped the grand hall of the palace.

The council of Alphas was taken aback by the king's hasty judgment, their expressions a blend of surprise, pity, and apprehension.

They exchanged glances, their eyes silently communicating the internal conflict tearing at their loyalties.

They had known my mother, Hannah Kahn, for years, witnessing her unwavering devotion and kindness to her people.

Yet, they found themselves powerless against my father's ruling, bound by the ancient traditions and the weight of his authority.

They had known my mother for years and witnessed her devotion and kindness, yet they were powerless against my father's ruling.

But some of them, moved by her pleas, stepped forward, their voices joining hers in a desperate attempt to sway the king's judgment.

But a few brave souls, moved by my mother's heartfelt pleas, stepped forward. Their voices joined hers in a desperate attempt to sway the king's judgment.

Their words resonated with truth, filled with genuine concern for justice and fairness. They painted a picture of a woman wrongfully accused, a mother who had been stripped of her child and her rightful place in the kingdom.

The council elders spoke eloquently, their words carrying the weight of years of wisdom and experience.

They beseeched the king to reconsider his decision, to look beyond his initial anger and seek the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface.

They reminded him of the bond that had been forged between my parents, of the love that once existed between them, and the sacrifices my mother had made for the kingdom.

But the king remained unmoved, his resolve unyielding. His eyes blazed with a mix of anger and stubborn pride as he firmly stood his ground.

He saw my mother's pleas as nothing more than manipulation, a feeble attempt to escape the consequences of her alleged crime.

In his mind, he had already decided her guilt, convinced of the righteousness of his judgment.

As the memories unfolded, I could recall that fateful moment when I clung to my father's leg, desperately begging him to reconsider.

"Father, please! Don't do this! Show mercy!" Don't take us away. We love you. We need you," I pleaded, my voice trembling.

But instead of showing any sign of compassion, my father's anger only intensified. With a violent jerk, he freed himself from my grip, his face contorted with rage.

"Enough!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the grand hall.

He issued a harsh command to three palace servants, Omega Taylor, Omega Ray, and Omega Omar who were known for their obedience.

"Pack all their belongings and remove them from the palace immediately!" my father ordered, his voice cold and devoid of any compassion.

He called on his second in command "Beta Kappa, escort them until they leave Aregona!"

With those final words, my father stormed out of the palace court and went into his inner chamber, leaving us behind.

The omegas, who were once loyal to us, now obediently carried out my father's orders, hastily packing our belongings and leading us away from the life we had known.

As we were escorted through the corridors of the palace, my mother's grip tightened around my hand. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but her spirit remained unbroken.

It was at that moment, as we were forced to leave our home, that she placed a curse on Aregona and the king who had cast us aside.

Her words, filled with pain and anguish, carried a weight that transcended the physical realm.

She whispered with a voice filled with determination, "May Aregona suffer the consequences of its unjust actions. May the king who betrayed us feel the weight of his decisions, never finding true happiness or peace."

At that moment, I could feel the energy in the air shift. My mother's curse echoed through the four walls of the palace, intertwining with the pain etched into her soul.

The sun was setting as we stepped outside the palace gates, leaving behind the grandeur and opulence that had once been our home. The weight of my father's betrayal was still fresh in our minds.