Born as the Alpha’s first daughter, Charlotte was always overlooked, shadowed by her younger sister, Lydia, the golden child of the pack. Her only mistake? Was being there the night Claudia fell into the river during her first wolf run and never coming back. Framed for her sister's death, Charlotte was crossed out, unloved and forgotten. But hope is not lost when she meets her fated mate, Alpha Ashton, the cold hearted feared leader who takes her in as his Luna. But love never follows her. Their bond was nothing more than an emotional distance. While Ashton watches his pack unravel under Lydia’s chaos, he realizes too late what he threw away. Now he wants Charlotte back. But she’s no longer his to claim. Torn between a past that broke her and a future that honors her strength, Charlotte must choose; revenge or new love, pain or peace. Because the girl they cast aside? She’s coming back to rule.
View MoreCharlotte: I woke to silence. Not the kind laced with tension or cold indifference, but real silence. The peaceful kind. The kind that said that there was no one speaking, no one yelling, no one waiting for you to make a mistake. It was just quietness. For a second, I forgot where I was. For a second, I found myself looking around, trying to familiarize myself with the room. The sheets beneath me were clean, soft. The scent in the room was faintly woodsy, cedar and earth, but not unfamiliar. A far cry from the stale corners of Crescent Moon, or the bitter frost of exile. My eyes welled up with tears, but I refuse to let it show. I just looked away as I took a deeper breath than necessary, calming myself down. I sat up slowly, muscles stiff but intact. My body was still sore from walking around for hours. Normally my body would have been stronger, but judging by the weakness that I felt, the pain that I felt, my sister betraying me, my mate's rejecting me, everything just draine
Xavier: The moment I laid eyes on her, my wolf went silent. It was her son that pushed me towards the forest, but I did not expect for my wolf to go quiet over a woman, regardless of who she was. I did not know, but I knew this, the bond that formed between us the second that my eyes laid on her was one that I did not expect. Then came the weight, everything snapping back into place. Tethering, yanking tight, wrapping around my chest, deep in my bones. My wolf growled, but not in warning, but in recognition. Mate. But she didn’t feel it. If anything, she seemed to be completely oblivious of it. She stood before me bruised by betrayal, reeking of Crescent Moon… and heartbreak. Her scent was off, frayed at the edges, like a thread unraveling from too much pain. The bond pulsed beneath my skin, but hers didn’t respond. She did not feel it, or maybe she did. Her wolf was just concealing it. She was in too much pain for her to recognize it. It didn’t matter. For now, I did not wa
Charlotte: The forest had never felt so suffocating. And never did I find myself feeling as alone as I felt today. Each step through the thick underbrush was heavy, my legs aching, my body chilled from the cold bite of the wind that refused to die down. The world around me was quiet, unnervingly so, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath, watching me wander like a ghost. Like the whole world was mocking my luck, once again. Just when I thought that maybe I had another chance, that maybe I was not alone… here I was, all alone, all over again. Again, a rogue. Again, forgotten. Again, exiled. And again, unwanted. I didn’t know how long I’d been walking. Hours, maybe. Long enough for the pain in my chest to settle into a dull throb, and long enough for the weight of Ashton’s voice to echo one too many times in my head. "You're not fit to be Luna." "You were never meant to be mine." I clenched my fists. The papers still burned in the satchel at my hip. The paper
Charlotte: I didn’t see Ashton for most of the morning. I tried to look for him, maybe find him, maybe speak to him. Even if he did not want me around, I still was his mate, his wife, the woman who was willing to do everything for him. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not find him. Not at breakfast. Not in the training field. Not even when I passed the council room where he usually held morning strategy with his Beta and advisors. He was nowhere that I could see. The coldness from last night still clung to me like frost on skin. I tried to ignore it. I always tried. I always did my best to put the beautiful smile on my face, the perfect stunts. I roamed around the park, managing it, making sure that I fulfilled my duties, that I did not leave my responsibilities unattended to. I made myself useful, helped the kitchen Omegas, walked the perimeter of the territory like I had any real duty here. I didn’t. I was Luna in name only, a title stripped of meaning the moment Ashto
Charlotte:The bed was warm, but the space beside me was frozen.I turned my head slowly, eyes adjusting to the morning light pouring in through the curtains. Ashton lay beside me, shirtless, broad back turned, muscles tense, as if sleeping next to me was a punishment.Maybe it was.Maybe I was the punishment.Maybe sleeping by my side was his form of punishing me, a reminding me that I was not going to be his lover, that I was never going to be enough in his eyes. Mate or not, I knew that he did not want me by his side.I sat up slowly, pulling the sheets around me, watching the rise and fall of his breathing. His scent, a rich blend of pine and rain, should’ve calmed me. But these days, it just felt like a reminder of how far apart we really were, mated by fate, divided by choice. People who did not want to be with one another and yet we were simply forced to be together because of a bond that bound the two of us. A bond that we chose to accept rather than him rejecting me or I reje
Charlotte:The bed was warm, but the space beside me was frozen.I turned my head slowly, eyes adjusting to the morning light pouring in through the curtains. Ashton lay beside me, shirtless, broad back turned, muscles tense, as if sleeping next to me was a punishment.Maybe it was.Maybe I was the punishment.Maybe sleeping by my side was his form of punishing me, a reminding me that I was not going to be his lover, that I was never going to be enough in his eyes. Mate or not, I knew that he did not want me by his side.I sat up slowly, pulling the sheets around me, watching the rise and fall of his breathing. His scent, a rich blend of pine and rain, should’ve calmed me. But these days, it just felt like a reminder of how far apart we really were, mated by fate, divided by choice. People who did not want to be with one another and yet we were simply forced to be together because of a bond that bound the two of us. A bond that we chose to accept rather than him rejecting me or I reje...
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