His Broken Luna: Marked by the Lycan King

Aria POV:

"Look, it's her. The Wolfless one."

The whispers of two passing Omega wolves reached my ears, but I barely reacted. I had heard those words countless times before. They knew I was Wolfless. They knew I had no wolf, no power, and no place among the strongest bloodlines of the pack.

But they were wrong about one thing.

I was not just some Wolfless girl standing in the Blackwood Pack's ballroom. I was Aria Hayes, the future Luna of the Blackwood Pack.

My fingers rested around the champagne flute as I looked across the magnificent ballroom. The air was filled with expensive perfume, soft music, and the laughter of the pack members. Everyone knew my weakness, yet none of it had ever truly mattered.

Because the Moon Goddess had chosen me.

Jared Hayes, the future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, was my fated mate.

We had grown up together. We had trained together, fought together, and dreamed of the day we would stand before the entire pack as Alpha and Luna. From childhood until now, everyone had believed we were destined for each other.

A bond chosen by the Moon Goddess was sacred. So I never doubted him.

I searched through the crowd, looking for him.

I only needed one glance from him. One familiar smile. One silent reassurance that everything was still the same.

Then I saw him. My breath stopped.

Jared was walking toward me from the center of the dance floor, his handsome face illuminated beneath the golden chandeliers. For a moment, my heart softened, thinking he had finally come to stand beside me.

Until I saw the woman in his arms.

Carrie Crosby.

Her blonde hair shone beneath the lights as she leaned against his chest. One hand rested possessively on his arm, while Jared's palm was placed protectively against the small of her back.

Their closeness was not accidental. It was familiar. Natural. Like she belonged there.

Carrie's lips curled into a victorious smile when she saw me.

My entire body froze.

The music continued. The laughter continued. But everything around me became distant.

Because Carrie was not just another woman. She was the true daughter of the Crosby family.

And I...I was only the adopted daughter they had brought into the family.

My fingers tightened around the champagne flute until the crystal trembled. The man who was supposed to be my destiny was standing beside another woman.

They walked straight toward me.

Jared's golden eyes met mine. Those were the same eyes that had once looked at me with endless affection.

But now, there was nothing left.

"Aria," he said. His voice was calm, yet it instantly silenced the conversations around us. "We need to talk."

My heart pounded violently against my chest, but I forced myself to stand tall. I lifted my chin and looked at the man I had once believed was my destiny.

"Talk about what, Jared?"

He glanced at Carrie, who gave him a subtle, encouraging nod. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to block out the sight.

"Our engagement," Jared said, taking a deep breath as if steeling himself. "It's over. As of today."

Time stopped. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden, absolute silence.

Carrie leaned against Jared's chest, her gaze a smug mix of pity and pleasure. "Aria, I hope you don't blame Jared," she cooed, her voice just loud enough for the vultures circling us to hear. "An Alpha needs a Luna who can stand with him. A Wolfless is a liability."

"A liability?" The word was a raw, trembling thing on my tongue.

Jared's brow furrowed. "Carrie's right," he said, his tone hardening. "I can't marry a Wolfless. It's unfair to the pack."

His words were a slap. The casual, matter-of-fact way he said it stung worse than any physical blow. He spoke as if he were discussing a failed business deal. A sharp ache settled deep in my heart-the agony of a mate bond, a gift from the Moon Goddess, being unilaterally severed.

I saw Jared flinch, his jaw tightening for a split second. He felt it too, that spiritual backlash. But he quickly masked it, his expression settling back into cold resolve.

"I, Jared Hayes, reject you, Aria Whitmore, as my mate."

The formal words, the ancient rite of rejection, hung in the air, each one a nail in the coffin of my old life. A metallic taste filled my mouth. The eyes of the guests were on me, sharp and hungry, feasting on my humiliation.

Just as I felt my knees about to buckle, my adoptive father, Cornelius Whitmore, head of North Star Holdings, stepped forward. He didn't even look at me. His eyes were fixed on Jared, a greasy, sycophantic smile plastered on his face.

"Alpha Jared, now that this is settled, about the partnership we discussed between North Star Holdings and the Blackwood Pack..."

I couldn't believe my ears. My father, in the middle of my public humiliation, was worried about his business.

Jared didn't even look surprised by my father's words. He simply leaned back slightly, his golden eyes still fixed on me. Then, as if granting permission for a minor request, he casually flicked his hand.

The gesture was subtle. Dismissive.

My father finally turned to me, his voice dropping into a low, malicious hiss. "Aria, don't make a scene. Apologize to Alpha Jared. Perhaps he'll still consider taking you as one of his Omegas."

That broke me. My fiancé, my family, pushing me into the abyss on the very same night.

I looked at their expectant faces, and a fire I never knew I possessed roared to life in my chest. Pure, unadulterated rage flared within me.

With a cry, I hurled my champagne flute to the floor. It exploded, the sound making everyone jump.

"I, Aria Whitmore, accept your rejection," I said, my voice clear and ringing as I met Jared's shocked gaze. Then I turned to my father. "And you, Cornelius, as of this moment, you and I are done."

I didn't wait for a response. I spun around, shoving my way through the stunned crowd, tears finally blurring my vision. I had to get out. I had to escape.

I ran, with no destination in mind, only the desperate need to flee. I burst out of the manor and into the cold night air, my feet carrying me toward the one place I was always forbidden to go: the dark, menacing woods bordering the estate. The Forbidden Forest.

They said it was full of Rogues and dangerous beasts. Right now, it felt like the only sanctuary in the world.

I gasped for breath in the freezing night. The trees were twisted, skeletal shapes against the moonless sky. The pain in my soul and the frantic pace of my escape drained my strength. My foot caught on a root, and I went down hard, my body crashing against the leafy ground.

Darkness swarmed the edges of my vision. My consciousness was fading.

Just before the blackness consumed me, I saw them. A pair of glowing, golden eyes, watching me from the shadows.

A tall, dark figure emerged from behind a tree. As my world went black, a pair of strong, powerful arms caught me before I hit the ground.