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From A Rejected Omega To A Blessed Luna

Chapter 3 Faithless bonds

Word Count: 1217    |    Released on: 01/07/2025

e no one asked questions, where no one looked at her with pity or disgust. She had climbed up with a basket of dried herbs to sort, but the t

very meal, hum the sacred lullabies to herself while grinding herbs, and leave crushed lavender and saltwater at the altar every full moon. She believ

he mat

like an old rope and was left lying in the mud, sobbing without sound

d watched it happen

ed under the full moon, she remained in her tent, grinding herbs

knew the

lieve the one list

riors grew lazy and the younger she-wolves spent more time gossiping about mating prospects than training. Liora had

n to slice feverroot into even chips. The scent of it was shar

ying leaves to start her next

ce. One she hadn't

of a Beta emissary. Beta Fallon, the pack's mouthpiece for anything involving t

tiously, standing and brus

" he said bluntly

fted. "Summo

pha. To

wn her spine. "Did

ouldn't quite place, an odd

e. He sai

her apron, and followed

*

wing dimly with lantern light. Unlike the infirmary's earthy calm, the packhouse radiated formality and

t hall, Fallon nodded to t

s in

th, steadied hers

g the pillars like whispering ghosts. At the far end, the Alpha...Alpha Cillian stood with his back to her, flanked by two

r the first time in moons, she saw

No. That

rr

Alpha?" she aske

orward. "Come closer. This matt

ward slowly, he

d this evening," he s

ed. "From t

m the Al

eath c

the capital pack. Known for crushing rebellions, expanding

also

id he want

a King summon me?"

eir throat and handed her a scroll bound in black silk w

t, her hands tre

n as Liora of the

the gathering of northern packs, to be held on

er and witness, is request

nder moo

Kaelen of H

words, trying to m

?" she murmured. "W

illian said grimly. "No explanati

ever requested som

cilmen said, face pal

ell slightly

or. An omega. A forgotten mark in the record books.

his had something

art sk

That bond had died long

flicker of dread c

stand," she said. "

g does not make mistakes. If he calls for you

" she repeat

councilman added. "You'll need to wear appropriate rob

he pack," the othe

m a look, then

it could mean something... or everything. Be careful,

y, tucking the scr

d," the A

s echoing down the long hallway

dn't g

rooftop, scroll still clutched i

y

y

ibly want with a rejected omeg

The moon had reappeared, t

ed. But the moon gave no answer. It never did. And th

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