The Luna's Rejected Love

The Luna's Rejected Love

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Aria Stormveil was destined to be Luna of the Frostfang Pack until her fated mate, Alpha Caleb Frostheart, shattered her heart. Rejected in front of the entire pack, Aria fled, vowing never to look back. In the years since, she's built a life of independence and strength, burying the pain of rejection beneath layers of resilience. But fate isn't done with them yet. When the Frostfang Pack begins to crumble under the weight of betrayal and chaos, Caleb is forced to seek Aria's help. The mate bond he thought he could ignore burns brighter than ever, but Aria isn't the same broken woman he cast aside. She's strong, confident and unwilling to forgive easily. As secrets unravel and old flames reignite, a new danger emerges. Caleb's chosen mate, the cunning and ruthless Ophelia Darksky, will do anything to secure her place as Luna even if it means destroying Aria for good.

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The crowd had gathered under the silvery glow of the full moon. The air was thick with anticipation, a tension that crawled over every nerve in Aria Stormveil's body. She stood at the center of the Frostfang Pack's sacred clearing, her chest heaving as the sharp scent of pine and earth surrounded her. All eyes were on her and the man who stood just a few feet away, his icy blue gaze piercing through her as if she were nothing but air.

Caleb Frostheart. Alpha. Her fated mate. The man who held her heart in the palm of his hand.

And the man about to crush it.

"Say something," she whispered, her voice trembling. She hated the weakness in it, hated how vulnerable she sounded. But she couldn't stop herself. "Caleb, please..."

He clenched his jaw, his broad shoulders tense. "Aria..." His voice was low, strained, as if he were fighting a war within himself. But there was no tenderness in his tone, no trace of the man she had dreamt of sharing her life with. "I can't do this."

The words hit her like a slap. She took a step back, her stomach twisting into knots. "What do you mean, you can't do this? We're mates. The Moon Goddess chose us-"

"I didn't ask for this," he interrupted, his tone sharper now. The crowd murmured, the pack shifting uncomfortably at his outburst. "I didn't ask for a mate. I didn't ask for you."

Aria's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay upright, even as her legs threatened to give out beneath her. "You didn't ask for me? What does that even mean? The bond-"

"The bond doesn't control me," Caleb snapped, his voice echoing through the clearing. He turned away from her, raking a hand through his dark hair. "I'm the Alpha. I have responsibilities, and a mate-" He glanced at her, his gaze hard and unyielding. "A mate will only get in the way."

She flinched as if he'd struck her. The murmurs around them grew louder, the pack exchanging shocked glances.

"I would never get in your way," she said, her voice rising despite the lump forming in her throat. "I would stand by you, Caleb. Support you. That's what a Luna does!"

"You don't understand," he said, his voice softer now, almost apologetic. But it wasn't enough. Not after everything he'd said.

"Then explain it to me," she demanded, her heart pounding. She couldn't let this happen. She wouldn't. "Explain why you're rejecting me in front of everyone."

His silence was deafening.

"Caleb..." Her voice broke, and she hated herself for it. She hated the tears that burned at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. "Don't do this. Don't throw away what we have."

"We don't have anything," he said coldly, and this time, there was no hesitation, no hint of regret. "I, Caleb Frostheart, Alpha of the Frostfang Pack, reject you, Aria Stormveil, as my mate."

The clearing fell silent. The words hung in the air, heavy and final.

Aria felt the bond between them snap, the invisible thread that had tied her soul to his unraveling in an instant. The pain was excruciating, a physical ache that radiated through her chest and left her gasping for breath.

"No..." she whispered, shaking her head. "No, you can't..."

But he already had.

The pack remained frozen, their gazes darting between the two of them, unsure of how to react.

"You're dismissed," Caleb said, addressing the crowd without sparing Aria another glance. "This matter is over."

It was a dismissal for her as well, though he didn't say it outright.

Aria stood there, trembling, as the pack began to disperse, their voices low and uncertain. She felt their pity, their judgment, their confusion. She wanted to scream, to tell them to stop looking at her like that. But the words wouldn't come.

She turned and walked away, her head held high despite the tears streaming down her face. She wouldn't let them see her break. Not here. Not now.

But as she reached the edge of the clearing, she paused, her hand gripping the trunk of a nearby tree for support. She turned back to look at Caleb, who stood with his back to her, speaking to someone-Ophelia Darksky.

Of course.

Ophelia's dark eyes glimmered with satisfaction as she placed a hand on Caleb's arm, leaning in close. Her smile was sweet, but Aria saw the triumph in it, the way she looked at Aria as if to say, You've already lost.

Aria clenched her fists, the pain in her chest turning to anger. She wouldn't let Ophelia win. Not completely.

And she wouldn't let Caleb's rejection define her.

Without another word, she turned and walked into the forest, leaving the Frostfang Pack-and her shattered heart-behind.

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