The White Wolf He Threw Away Returns As Luna

On my eighteenth birthday, the Moon Goddess finally revealed my fated mate.

It was Marcus, the Alpha heir who had saved me from the wreckage of my life when I was a child.

I thought this was my fairy tale ending.

But as I reached for him, trembling with adoration, he didn't pull me into his arms.

He looked at me with eyes cold as ice.

"You are an Omega, Ellie," he said, his voice flat. "You have no strength. The pack needs a Luna who can lead, not a charity case I picked up from the mud."

He didn't just reject me.

He used the Alpha Command to force me to snap the bond myself, tearing my soul in half.

Then, he banished me.

He threw me out into the rain with nothing but the clothes on my back, convinced I was worthless garbage.

But Marcus made a fatal mistake.

He didn't know that my "weakness" was actually the dormant power of the legendary White Wolf.

And he certainly didn't know that when he kicked me out, I was already pregnant with the very heir he was so desperate to secure.

Four years later, I returned to his territory.

I wasn't the shivering girl he threw away anymore.

I was the Luna of the most powerful pack in the region, standing beside a man who worshipped the ground I walked on.

And the little boy holding my hand?

He had silver hair and Marcus's eyes.

When Marcus saw us, he fell to his knees, begging for a second chance.

I looked down at him and smiled.

"I accept your rejection, Alpha."

Chapter 1

Ellie POV:

My bones were breaking.

That was the only way to describe the agony of the first Shift. It didn't just hurt; it devastated me. It felt like a thousand hot iron rods were being hammered into my spine, violently twisting my human frame into something else.

Something primal.

I screamed, my voice cracking and reverberating against the cold stone walls of the pack house basement.

"Breathe, Ellie. Let the wolf in."

The voice was deep, commanding, and painfully familiar. Marcus.

Even through the red haze of pain, his presence anchored me. Marcus Thorne. The future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. He was ten years my senior, the man who had scooped me up from the wreckage of my life when I was a ten-year-old orphan, shivering and covered in my parents' blood after a Rogue attack.

He had been my guardian. My protector. And secretly, in the quiet, desperate corners of my heart, I hoped for something more.

Tonight was my eighteenth birthday. Tonight, the Moon Goddess would decide my fate.

A final, sickening crack echoed through the room. My vision blurred, then sharpened with terrifying intensity. The pain vanished, replaced by a surge of raw, intoxicating power. I was on all fours. I looked down at my paws. They were sleek, silver-white.

*I am here,* a voice whispered in the back of