The Alpha's Abandoned Mate Is The True Luna

Chapter 4

Word Count: 646 | Released on: 24/04/2026

Thor

et her gaze without flinching. I simply nodded, ladling a

my lips, the rich, warm scent making my own stomach ache with want. I to

food; it was life, pure and potent. I felt strength returning to my weary muscles, cla

le to fake. I saw the rigid line of

t, my love," I said, my voice gen

er, needed no more encouragement. She grabbed the

laimed, her voice filled with pure, childish delight. "

r pale cheeks gaining a hint of

s perfectly fine-better than fine, in fact-the tension finally drained

so tense and on guard, must have felt like it was soaking in a warm spring. He looked at

s. The aroma, the visible change in the children-it was a battle she coul

broken walls. It drifted on the morning bre

ved and greedy, howled in his mind. The scent was purer, more enticing than any prey he had ever encountered. He knew, wit

served a share of that. It was compensation. He began to

l for the first time in memory, crawled into my lap and promp

t was the first time she had so

tic joints moving with more ease than usual. She looked at me, her tone s

I answered softly. It was t

hadow fell acr

the pot. He sniffed the air like a starving animal a

zing with false confidence. "I

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The Alpha's Abandoned Mate Is The True Luna

The Edge Werewolf

“My Alpha mate abandoned me three years ago, leaving me as a disgraced Omega to raise our two children in a freezing, ruined hovel. To keep them from starving, I was forced into a humiliating deal with a rogue wolf named Jax, who stole our pack rations and demanded my young son as payment. The entire pack shunned me, my mother-in-law treated me like dirt, and my children lived in constant fear. When I finally awakened my ancient Luna bloodline to fight off Jax and feed my kids, Ryker suddenly returned. But he didn't come to save us. He blasted our door off its hinges, his eyes burning with a murderous rage. He ignored our starving reality and accused me of selling our bloodline to the rogue. "Where is the rogue? Who did you trade my bloodline to?!" I had endured beatings, starvation, and utter humiliation just to keep his children breathing. I had bled to protect our family. Yet, the moment he returned, he believed the lies of our tormentor and looked at me with the intent to kill. Why was I the villain in the story of my own survival? As his powerful inner wolf suddenly whined in submission for the magical food I had cooked, his Alpha command faltered into deep confusion. He ordered me not to leave his sight until I explained everything. But looking at the mate who had abandoned us, my mind was crystal clear. The real question wasn't whether I would leave, but whether he was still worthy of letting me stay.”