The Rejected Luna's Vow Of Spite

Thor

ss, and the light it cast was soft, yet as cold as a tombstone. I knew the words. As an Alpha's daughter, I'd

c, finally broke the suffocating silence. His voice was a low, sorrowful

nt it was like the last breath of a

voice, when it came out, was eerily

was almost harder to bear than the diagnosis itself. "A rejected Mating Bond

ooden desk. "It's a slow process, but it is irrev

The words seemed to burn into m

ter night. His voice, a deep, resonant baritone that should have been my comfort, was instead

gony that felt like my bones were splintering. I gasped,

ot break.

reath, I forced

his concern palpable. "I can gi

ut firm. "Thank you, Elias. Bu

ingrained command of an Alph

ather, Alph

, the words tasting like ash. "He cannot be distracted. My pack... the

duty was always the stability of the pack. M

dly scroll. My hand was steady now,

see the plea in mine. "Promi

his shoulders slumped in a heavy sigh of

and walked toward the door. Eac

die?* Lyra's voice was a wh

silently. *But we are

e, rich with the scent of pine and damp earth. It was the scent of my power

ad, I followed a narrow path behind the c

my reflection a pale, haunt

om the small pocket of my dress. I touched th

ancient words curled into black ash. The

d and let the ashes drift into the flowing water. They

f my strength. My legs gave out, a

ndiluted despair washed over me, and I curled into a tig