Chosen by the moon, rejected by the alpha

Chosen by the moon, rejected by the alpha

nadia victoria

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Short Synopsis: Moonbound Liora Veyne, a human touched by the moon goddess Selys, is sent to the Nightfang stronghold as the fated mate of Alpha Kael Nightfang, tasked with uniting the werewolf clans against the Void-a darkness that razed her village. When Kael rejects their bond, humiliated Liora vows to prove her worth. Guided by Torin, a half-elf druid, she faces a deadly trial in the haunted Fangwood to retrieve a sacred Moonstone. As her lunar magic grows and visions of the Void's sinister entity intensify, Liora's resolve strengthens. Kael, torn by duty and their lingering bond, must confront his choice as the Void threatens all packs. In a world of divine magic and ancient prophecies, Liora's fight to rise as a Lunari could save-or doom-them all in this epic fantasy romance of destiny and redemption.

Chapter 1 The rejection

The moon hung low over the Nightfang stronghold, a silver orb casting shadows across the stone courtyard. Liora stood at its center, her borrowed cloak too thin against the autumn chill. Her silver hair, a mark of Selys's touch, glowed faintly, drawing whispers from the gathered pack. Wolves, human-formed but with eyes like embers, lined the walls, their gazes sharp with curiosity and distrust. She felt like prey, though the goddess had promised she was more.

Kael Nightfang stood on the dais, his broad frame silhouetted against torchlight. His dark hair fell in waves to his shoulders, and his eyes-gold flecked with storm-gray-fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch. He was beautiful, in the way a blade was beautiful: sharp, unyielding, dangerous. The bond, that inexplicable pull Selys had woven between them, thrummed in Liora's chest, urging her closer. But his expression was cold, a wall of ice between them.

"Speak, human," Kael said, his voice a low growl that echoed off the stones. "Why has the moon goddess sent you to my pack?"

Liora swallowed, her hands trembling at her sides. She'd practiced this moment in her mind since the druids sent her here, but words felt like sand in her mouth. "I am Liora Veyne, chosen as a Lunari by Selys. She has tasked me with uniting the packs to face a coming darkness-the Void." Her voice wavered but held, bolstered by the memory of her village burning, of the Void's creatures tearing through her home. "I am your fated mate, Alpha Kael, bound by the goddess to stand at your side."

A murmur rippled through the pack, some scoffing, others snarling. A tall woman with red hair-Sylva, Kael's beta-stepped forward, her lip curled. "A human? Selys mocks us. The Nightfangs need no frail outsider to lead us."

Liora's cheeks burned, but she held her ground. "I am no ordinary human. Selys has given me her light." She raised her hand, willing the magic to answer. A soft glow sparked at her fingertips, flickering like moonlight on water. The crowd stilled, but Kael's face darkened.

"Enough," he said, descending the dais. His boots thudded against the stone, each step closing the distance between them. The bond pulsed, a thread of warmth that made her heart ache. She wanted to reach for him, to believe the goddess's promise that they were meant to be. But his eyes held no softness, only judgment.

"You claim to be my mate," he said, stopping an arm's length away. His presence was overwhelming, all muscle and heat, the scent of pine and iron clinging to him. "You claim a destiny to lead my pack. Yet you stand here, barely able to wield your so-called gift. What proof do you offer, beyond a goddess's whim?"

Liora's throat tightened. "I-I saw the Void in a vision. It's coming, Kael. It will destroy everything unless we stand together. Selys chose me for a reason."

His laugh was bitter, a sound that cut deeper than any blade. "Selys chooses poorly, then. I need no human to save my pack. And I will not be bound to one who cannot even stand as my equal." He turned to the crowd, his voice rising. "I, Kael Nightfang, reject this bond. I reject Liora Veyne as my mate."

The words struck like a physical blow, the bond in Liora's chest snapping taut, then fraying. Pain lanced through her, hot and raw, and she stumbled back, clutching her heart. The pack roared, some in approval, others in shock. Sylva smirked, but a young man with green eyes-Torin, the half-elf druid who'd escorted her here-stepped forward, his hand steadying her elbow.

"Liora," Torin whispered, his voice gentle. "Breathe."

She couldn't. The rejection was more than words; it was a tearing of her soul, a betrayal of the goddess's promise. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Not here, not in front of him.

Kael's gaze flickered, a shadow of something-regret, perhaps-crossing his face before it hardened again. "Take her to the guest quarters," he ordered Torin. "She may stay until the council decides her fate. But she is no mate of mine."

As Torin led her away, the pack's jeers followed, a chorus of scorn. Liora's magic flared unbidden, a pulse of light that cracked the stone at her feet. The crowd gasped, and Kael's head snapped toward her, his eyes narrowing. For a moment, their gazes locked, and she saw it: a flicker of doubt in the Alpha's resolve.

But it was too late. The bond was broken, her heart with it. As Torin guided her through the stronghold's shadowed halls, Liora made a silent vow. She would prove herself, not for Kael, but for herself. The Void was coming, and she would face it, mate or no mate, goddess or no goddess.

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