The Alpha's Abandoned Mate Is The True Luna

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. My hand, resting on my son Cole's shoulder, felt like a block of ice. It

g me after my mate left, our food rations stolen by stronger wolves, the wall of our hovel kicked in for sport.

o tears. There was only a quiet, chilling disappointment that was wo

emerged. Jax. The rogue wolf's scent was a foul mix

ped, his mud-brown eyes fixed o

ed in my mind. A pathetic plea. I felt my fing

k sound cut throug

bundle strapped t

hrinking, exploded in a flash of white-hot light. A voice, ancient and powerful, thunder

ine does n

away the cold, the hunger, the weakness. The fog of despair

ped to Jax.

behind my legs and shielding him with my body. The movement was flui

scented the air. The cloying scent of my fear was gone, replac

ice didn't tremble. It was low

He lunged, his hand reach

whine of an Omega. It was a deep, guttural sou

ith a mixture of shock and primal f

arms, grabbed Cole's hand, and turned my back on him. My

I shoved a heavy rock against the fli

ng at me. Not with relief, but wi

ared, a vision bloomed behind my eyes: a forest bathed in ethereal moonlight, teeming with life.

illed with a confidence I had never known. "Don

elder, his voice a low whisper from my childhood. *"The descendant of the Moon Goddes

en home. I, Elara Thorne, would not let the ca