THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA

Aria was the daughter of the Alpha of the Silver moon pack born into a life of strength and legacy but instead of respect, she is overlooked by the members of her own pack due to her weak wolf. She had always wanted to have a mate just like everyone else but on the night of the mating ceremony, her dreams came crashing down when her own mate rejects her publicly choosing another.Aria is left humiliated but something inside her refuses to stay broken.

As tension rises and unseen forces begin to shift, Aria starts to realize there may be more to her than anyone ever believed and when Aria stumbled on another pack and found out he is her second chance mate. Aria is stunned especially when she finds out who he is. Will Aria use this opportunity to take revenge on those that maode her suffer? and what happens when the alpha who rejected her starts wanting her back?

Chapter one:The girl without a wolf

The sharp scent of sweat and damp earth clung to the air around the training grounds, pressing heavy on Aria’s skin as she stood at the edge of the field. Her arms were wrapped tightly across her chest, not just to ward off the chill but to cage the tremors of a heart weighed down by years of unspoken pain. Her gaze was fixed on the dirt beneath her boots, but the sounds, the guttural commands, the crashing bones, the triumphant howls, pierced through her solitude.

“Shift!”

The single word cracked like lightning, and a cry of transformation shattered the tension. Aria’s eyes snapped upward just in time to see a boy on his knees, trembling violently as his body convulsed.

Bone creaked and reshaped with savage inevitability beneath his stretched skin until, finally, a wolf tore free, wild and raw, a living tempest unleashed.

Cheers erupted, swelling and crashing like a wave through the gathered crowd.

Pride. Triumph. Belonging. All things that slipped through Aria’s fingers like smoke.

She stood frozen, chest tight, as if the joy around her robbed her of air. This field, these moments, had once held promise for her. She had hoped, fought, and begged her own body for a sign, a spark, anything.

But there was only silence. No call in her mind. No wolf waiting in the shadows. Nothing.

“She’s still here?” The murmur cut through the cheers, sharp and cold.

Aria’s fingers clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms, but she refused to turn.

“What’s the point? She should be hidden away in the omega quarters by now.”

“Even the omegas serve some purpose.” A cruel laugh floated on the breeze, and each word was a stone sinking in her chest.

“Aria.” The voice made her stop, utterly still, as though the ground beneath her had hardened.

It was not a summons from a friend. It never was. She turned slowly, dread coiling tighter in her gut.

Alpha Magnus, her father, stood a