Rejected Luna Finds New Love

The full moon bathed the forest in ethereal light as I ran with the pack, my paws barely skimming the ground. My swollen belly slowed me somewhat, but the joy of carrying Alexander's pup—our future heir—made every step feel like floating. My inner wolf, Lily, hummed with contentment.

'Just a few more weeks,' she whispered in my mind. 'Our little one will be strong like his father.'

I smiled inwardly, my heart swelling with pride. After three years as Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, I was finally fulfilling my duty to provide an heir. Alexander had been distant throughout my pregnancy, but I understood. Being Alpha came with immense responsibilities.

The scent of pine and moss filled my nostrils as I veered slightly from the main pack, needing a moment to catch my breath. My silvery-grey fur gleamed under the moonlight as I slowed to a trot.

'Isabella, be careful,' Lily warned suddenly, her voice sharp with alarm.

Before I could react, shadows detached from the trees. The acrid stench of rogues—unwashed and wild—hit me a second before they did. Five of them surrounded me, their eyes glinting with malice.

'The Luna,' one snarled, baring yellowed teeth. 'Just where we were told she'd be.'

The glint of silver caught the moonlight. Silver-laced blades—deadly to our kind.

I backed away, my maternal instincts screaming. 'Stay away from me,' I growled, my voice carrying the authority of a Luna.

They laughed, a hollow sound that echoed through the trees. The largest one lunged forward, his blade aimed directly at my swollen belly.

I fought with everything I had. Claws slashing, teeth snapping, desperate to protect the precious life within me. But they were too many, too prepared. A searing pain tore through me as a blade sliced across my abdomen. Blood—warm and sticky—soaked my fur.

'No!' I howled, both in my wolf form and in my mind. The pain was blinding, all-consuming.

I reached desperately through our mate bond, sending my terror and agony across the connection that had always felt so hollow.

'Alexander! Help me! They're killing our pup!'

The response I received wasn't the rushing concern of a mate. Instead, a cold satisfaction pulsed back through our bond, freezing my blood more effectively than any silver blade.

'Alexander?'

Silence. Then darkness claimed me.

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I awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft beeping of machines. The pack hospital. My hands instinctively moved to my belly, finding it flat and bandaged. The emptiness I felt wasn't just physical.

'Lily?' I called internally to my wolf.

'He's gone,' she whimpered. 'Our pup is gone.'

Dr. Morris, our pack healer, approached with eyes full of pity. 'Luna Isabella,' he began, his voice gentle but clinical. 'I'm sorry, but we couldn't save the pup.'

Tears blurred my vision as I nodded, unable to speak.

'There's more,' he continued, his professional demeanor cracking slightly. 'The damage was... extensive. The silver caused significant scarring to your reproductive system. You won't be able to