Rejected by Destiny, Reborn as Luna

Just because I accidentally spilled Louisa’s medicine while preparing it, Jaxxon forced me to kneel all night on the frozen ground outside the packhouse.

The cold seeped into my bones, and the next morning, I woke up in pain, realizing I had miscarried. Desperate, I went to find Jaxxon, but what I overheard shattered my world.

“Do you think Sylvia would die of rage if she found out the child wasn’t yours, Jax?” one of his Betas sneered.

“Imagine her face when she realizes it wasn’t you in her bed all these nights but your Delta, and that every time, a different warrior was watching,” another added with a cruel laugh.

“And yesterday, to comfort Louisa, you even had those explicit pictures of her shared across the pack’s mind link. The entire Northern Pack is talking about them now!”

Jaxxon’s voice was cold and detached. “She deserved it for spilling Louisa’s medicine. It’s her punishment. But she’s still my mate—I couldn’t let her carry a bastard and shame me. The miscarriage was a blessing.”

The room erupted in laughter, and my heart sank into an abyss of despair.

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“Jax, is it my turn next? Last time it was Cain who got to watch. I’ve never seen her in action!”

“Yeah, Cain said Sylvia’s scent in bed is more intoxicating than a rogue’s whisper. The mind link images don’t do her justice. I want to see it for myself!”

Jaxxon smirked. “Fine. Next time, I’ll let you all watch.”

“You’re the best, Jax!”

The crude words made me nauseous, and I stood frozen, unable to comprehend the depth of his betrayal. All these years, I thought our mate bond was real, but it was all a lie. Jaxxon had claimed me out of revenge, to punish me for Louisa’s injury. But he was wrong—Louisa’s legs hadn’t been broken because of me!

I bit my lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, forcing myself to stay composed. I remembered how Jaxxon had stood outside the Southern Pack’s territory for six days, using his Alpha tone to demand my father’s permission to claim me as his mate. I had been moved by his persistence and thought he truly loved me.

After we marked each other, he treated me with tenderness, always indulging my every whim. But he had one peculiar habit—he insisted on blindfolding me in bed. I had assumed it was just his preference, a quirk of intimacy. I never imagined it was because it wasn’t him at all!

Jaxxon had claimed me to punish me, but he was mistaken. Louisa’s injury had nothing to do with me!

Ever since I became his mate, he had used my friendship with Louisa as an excuse to make me care for her. Louisa, confined to a wheelchair, had become volatile, lashing out at me constantly. I endured it all, not wanting to burden Jaxxon.

Yesterday, while preparing her medicine, I accidentally burned my hand, the flesh peeling off in agony.