The Rejected Luna Returns as a Warrior

I was a warrior of the Shadow Council, but to my Fated Mate, Darwin, I was just a barren, "useless" housewife.

On the night I planned to finally reveal my pregnancy, his mistress threw herself against a railing, framing me for attempted murder.

Blinded by the Red Haze, Darwin didn't ask questions. He used his Alpha Command to freeze me in place, paralyzing my body.

Then, he delivered a bone-shattering kick directly to my stomach to "protect" his mistress.

I fell backward into the freezing lake, the water turning red around me.

That kick didn't just end our marriage; it killed the rare White Wolf pup I was carrying—the legendary heir he had always desperate for.

While I washed away into the dark water, Darwin was left with a lying mistress and a severed bond.

It took him days to find the security footage.

It took him moments to realize he had murdered his own soul and his true son for a woman who had orchestrated my death.

For ten years, he went mad with grief, turning into a monster who tortured those who deceived him, praying to the Moon Goddess for my return.

He thought if he fixed my broken engagement ring, I would forgive him.

But when I finally resurfaced, I didn't come back to be his Luna.

I watched him beg on his knees in the rain, clutching the phantom thread of our bond, looking like a corpse.

"I love you," he screamed.

I slammed the car door in his face.

Gloria the housewife died in that lake.

Echo, the executioner, has returned to burn his kingdom to the ground.

Chapter 1

Gloria POV:

"You are a warrior of the Shadow Council, Gloria, not a house pet."

Elder Christian's voice was gravelly, echoing off the concrete walls of the safe house. He sat in the shadows, nursing a glass of whiskey, his one good eye fixed on me with disappointment.

"I know what I am, Christian," I replied, adjusting the strap of my bag. "But I am also his Fated Mate. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes."

"The Goddess deals the cards; men play the hand," Christian countered, standing up. He walked over to me, smelling of old parchment and cold steel. "You are suppressing your aura. You are hiding your claws. And for what? For an Alpha who smells like another woman? We have intel, Gloria. The Dark Moon Elders are moving pieces on the board. Darwin isn't just straying; he's being steered."

I flinched. The accusation hit harder than a silver bullet because it was true.

"I have to go back," I said, my voice tight. "If I don't return to the Pack House, he will get suspicious."

Christian sighed, a sound that rattled in his chest. "Remember your training, Agent Echo. If the bond breaks, you don't break with it. You eliminate the threat."

I nodded, turned, and walked out into the cold night air.

Crossing the border into Dark Moon territory usually felt