The Luna Who Rejected Her Tainted Mate

Alpha Frederick Herrera brought back his former mate from the rogue lands.

The woman claimed she was dying, and her only wish was to mate with him.

Alpha, who had once vowed never to take another mate, agreed to make her his Luna.

Later, he even let her take my mother Chelsea’s cherished den and drown our beloved cat, Whiskers.

Watching my mother remain silent, I begged Alpha with tears in my eyes:

"Mother has her pack. If she leaves, we’ll never find her again."

But he didn’t care. "Chloe, your mother has no pack. As long as you’re here, she won’t leave."

Until one day, my mother squeezed my hand and whispered, "Chloe, will you come with me?"

I knew her pack had come to take her away.

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Everyone at school was talking about how my father was taking a new mate.

My father, Alpha Frederick Herrera of the Northern Pack, was not just any Alpha—he was the Lycan King Nash Phillips’s most trusted ally. But what truly made him stand out was his bond with my mother, Luna Chelsea Moore.

My mother was the most extraordinary woman in the world. She knew everything from the stars to the earth, and her healing abilities were unmatched.

It was said that during the war against a rogue invasion, it was my mother who stood by my father’s side and led the pack to victory.

But what made my father most famous was the vow he made on their marking day: "I, Frederick Herrera, Alpha of the Northern Pack, swear to mark Chelsea Moore as my one and only mate. If I break this vow, may the Moon Goddess strike me down."

So how could my father possibly take another mate?

I clenched my fists and shouted at the loudest of them, "You’re lying! My father and mother are the most devoted pair in the world. You’re just jealous!"

The boy, a rival of mine, stood up with a smug grin. "My mom said your mother was just a placeholder. The woman Alpha brought back is his true mate. You and your mother are just leftovers now!"

I shoved him, tossing my hair back and lifting my chin. "What? Expecting me to cry? Not a chance!"

I had seen how much my father adored my mother. Everyone in the pack had seen it.

When my mother was young, she took a poisoned arrow meant for my father. It nearly killed her.

My father, desperate, searched for healers and prayed to the Moon Goddess. He even prepared poison for himself, vowing to join her if she didn’t survive.

After that, wherever my mother went, my father was there. Even a gust of wind that ruffled her hair would send him into a protective frenzy.

After their marking, my father spoiled her endlessly.

My mother loved the honey cakes from the south, so my father spent three days in the kitchen learning to make them himself. From then on, our pack’s kitchen