Rejected Luna’s Six Burning Lies

Carrying Kyrie’s child for nine months, I fled the Blue Moon Pack, abandoning my position as the future Luna.

Yet, on the day of my labor, he left me to attend to his cousin, who had supposedly attempted to take her own life. “Avianna, you’re strong. You’ll survive this. But Cynthia—she’s fragile. I can’t leave her in pain like this.”

I hemorrhaged and lost consciousness, while Kyrie spent the night in Cynthia’s room.

Later, I lost the pup. And because Cynthia had swapped my protective amulet, rogue wolves attacked me during the chaos, leaving silver scars across my body.

A sixth burn-mark appeared on my arm, deep and searing.

Kyrie didn’t know—every time he betrayed me, I endured a burning pain that felt like fire consuming my soul. After six times, the mate bond would break entirely, and I would be free of him.

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Blood-filled basins were carried out one after another, and the pack healer knelt by my bedside, trembling with fear.

“Alpha, Luna’s labor is difficult. The pup is too large and in the wrong position. I fear the worst.”

Kyrie’s face turned pale, and even his grip on my hand shook slightly. A cold tear fell onto my skin. “Avianna, for me, for our pup, you have to hold on. If you… if you don’t make it, I won’t be able to go on without you.”

Kyrie, the Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack, had disregarded propriety to enter the birthing room—a place where Alphas rarely tread.

Sweat poured down my forehead like rain, and tears I couldn’t control streamed from the corners of my eyes.

I looked at him weakly, my voice barely audible. “Kyrie, where were you last night when the pain started? Where were the pack healers? And the herbs I needed to ease the labor?”

Kyrie flinched, guilt flashing across his face.

The healer only knew the pup was large. What she didn’t know was that my heritage made this birth far more dangerous than most.

I was the daughter of Alpha Grayson and Luna Reina of the Blue Moon Pack, born with rare silver-blue eyes that marked me as special. But I had given up my birthright for Kyrie, the man I’d fallen for during a territorial negotiation.

My parents had opposed the union, but I’d accepted the mate bond anyway, leaving my pack behind.

Only after I became Luna of the Crimson Fang Pack did I realize Kyrie’s heart was already claimed by his cousin, Cynthia.

Orphaned and frail, Cynthia had been raised in Kyrie’s household, cherished like a precious jewel.

On the day of our marking ceremony, Cynthia fainted in front of everyone.

Kyrie, in front of the entire pack, left me—his mate—standing at the altar to carry Cynthia away.

I begged him not to go, but he looked at me with pain and anger. “Avianna, you have your parents, your pack. Cynthia has no one but me. I thought you were kind. I didn’t think you’d be so