After My Alpha Chose Her, I Transformed

The scent of fresh moonflowers filled the great hall as I adjusted the last silver lantern, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. Tonight was supposed to be the most important night of my life—my formal Luna welcoming ceremony. The full moon's light streamed through the high windows, casting an ethereal glow across the polished wooden floors where dozens of pack members bustled about, preparing for the celebration.

"It's perfect, Isabella," whispered Lydia, my closest friend, squeezing my hand. "You'll be the most beautiful Luna the Blackwood Pack has ever seen."

I smiled, though my stomach fluttered with nerves. Six months had passed since I'd first locked eyes with Marcus across the crowded pack meeting, since that intoxicating scent of pine and wild earth had enveloped me, confirming what the Moon Goddess had ordained—we were fated mates. Tonight would make it official.

"Nervous?" Lydia asked, adjusting the silver crescent moon pendant at my throat.

"A little," I admitted. "But it feels right. This is my destiny."

My wolf, Selene, purred contentedly within me. *Our Alpha. Our mate.*

The hall fell silent as the massive doors swung open. Marcus entered, tall and imposing in his ceremonial black attire, his dark eyes sweeping across the gathered pack members before landing on me. Something in his gaze made Selene whimper uneasily.

Elder Theron stepped forward, his weathered face solemn as he raised his hands. "Under the blessed light of the full moon, we gather to witness the union of Alpha and Luna, a sacred bond ordained by the Moon Goddess herself."

The pack members formed a circle around the raised dais at the center of the hall. My mother, Elara, squeezed my arm reassuringly as I took my place opposite Marcus. Her eyes held something I couldn't quite read—was it worry?

"It is time," Elder Theron announced, his voice carrying through the hall.

Marcus stepped onto the dais, his shoulders squared, jaw tight. The pack waited in reverent silence for the traditional words that would cement our bond forever.

But when he spoke, his voice was cold, distant. "I have an announcement to make."

The hall grew impossibly quiet. Even the lanterns seemed to still their gentle swaying.

"I, Marcus Thorne, Alpha of Blackwood Pack..." he began, his voice gaining strength with each word.

My heart soared. This was it—the moment I'd dreamed of.

"...reject you, Isabella Moreau, as my mate."

The words hit me like physical blows. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Each syllable a knife to my heart.

"What?" I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.

Gasps and murmurs erupted throughout the hall. Elder Theron's face paled. "Alpha Marcus, you cannot—"

"I can and I have," Marcus cut him off, his Alpha tone silencing all protest. "The old ways are just that—old. I choose my own destiny."

A searing pain erupted in my chest, radiating outward until my entire body felt aflame. I clutched at my throat where the mate bond was breaking, splintering into