The Rejected Luna's Secret: Awakening the White Wolf

For three years, my Alpha husband forced me to take inhibitors, claiming my bloodline was too "weak" to bear his heir without dying.

I believed him, swallowing the pills and the lies to be his perfect, submissive Luna.

But during the rogue attack at the Victory Gala, the truth finally shattered me.

A feral wolf lunged for my throat. I screamed Bennett's name, frozen in fear without my wolf to protect me.

He looked at me. Then he looked at his mistress, Aria, who was cowering behind a table with her wolf fully accessible.

He turned his back on me.

He tackled the rogue attacking her, leaving me exposed to be torn apart.

If his Beta hadn't stepped in at the last second, I would have died right there on the ballroom floor.

When the fighting stopped, Bennett didn't even look my way. He was too busy cooing over Aria’s minor scratch, ignoring his wife who had nearly been slaughtered.

I realized then that the pills weren't for my safety. He was keeping me sterile and docile until he could replace me with her.

I walked upstairs, past the wreckage of my marriage, and flushed the inhibitors down the toilet.

Then, I took out a piece of pack stationery and wrote the words that would destroy his world.

"I, Kelsey Jensen, reject you, Bennett Randolph, as my mate."

I left the note on the nightstand, packed my passport, and walked out into the night, never looking back.

Chapter 1

Kelsey POV

The moonlight pooled across the bedroom floor like stagnant water, cold and unfeeling.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my knuckles white as I gripped the fine Egyptian cotton sheets.

A dull throb pulsed low in my belly. The Heat.

It wasn't the consuming fire promised in the old stories. It was a sickly, heavy ache, smothered under layers of chemical restraint. I looked at the bottle of pills on the nightstand. *Inhibitors.*

Bennett had first pressed them into my hand three years ago.

"Your bloodline is too weak, Kelsey," he had said, his voice dripping with that Alpha authority that made my knees shake and my will crumble. "If I knot you, if my Alpha blood mixes with yours during the Heat, it could kill you. Take these. For your own safety."

I swallowed the lie along with the pill.

I was the Luna of the Silver Crest Pack. It was a title that commanded respect from the neighboring territories, a title that meant I was the mother of the pack. But inside these walls? I was a ghost. I was the keeper of archives, the organizer of festivals, the smiling face next to the Alpha.

But I was unmarked.

Three years of marriage, and Bennett had never sunk his teeth into the curve of my neck. He had never completed the bond.

I stood up, smoothing the ice-blue silk of my dress. Tonight was the Victory Gala. I had to go downstairs. I had to