All Chapters of The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DianaThe day passes in a blur of nervous energy and racing thoughts. Despite my best efforts to focus on my work, I find myself distracted, my mind constantly wandering to thoughts of tonight's dinner. By the time evening rolls around, I've worked myself into such a state of panic that even Ellen notices something's amiss."Diana, honey," she says, her brow furrowed with concern, "is everything alright? You seem a million miles away today."I open my mouth to brush off her concern, but then hesitate. Maybe talking about it would help? After all, two heads are better than one, and Ellen's years of experience running the diner might prove invaluable.Taking a deep breath, I decide to confide in her – or at least, as much as I can without revealing the supernatural aspects of my life."Well," I begin hesitantly, "I've invited someone over for dinner tonight. As a thank you for helping me out with something important."Ellen's eyebrows rise with interest. "Oh? And who might this someone b

DianaMy heart races, and my body reacts in ways I'm not ready to name or acknowledge. No one has ever controlled me so gently, so calmly, dispelling my anxiety as if it were nothing more than morning mist.I can't help but wonder about him. He wasn't offended by my mistake and saw no problem with dining in this humble kitchen. He calmed me down, brought me a chair, and even served me food. Who is he? I've never seen an Alpha – or any high-ranking wolf, for that matter – act with such... is 'humility' the right word?When he finishes his salad, I quickly move to serve the main course, not wanting him to continue waiting on me. But as I do, I notice a slight furrow between his brows, as if he's displeased. My heart does a somersault in my chest.However, after the first bite of the herb-crusted lamb, his expression smooths out, brightening noticeably. Relief washes over me as I realize he enjoys the food. It had been my biggest worry.We eat in comfortable silence, the only sounds in t

DianaThe next day, I find myself in a daze. As I go about my work at the diner, I make mistakes I've never made before - mistakes that would have been unthinkable during my time serving in the pack. My mind feels foggy, unable to focus on even the simplest tasks.After the third mix-up of the day - confusing a customer's order of pancakes for waffles - I approach Ellen, ready to apologize profusely. To my surprise, she doesn't seem angry. Instead, she gives me a knowing smirk."I'm so sorry, Ellen," I begin, wringing my hands nervously. "I don't know what's wrong with me today. I promise it won't happen again."Ellen's smirk widens. "Oh, honey," she says, her voice tinged with amusement, "I know exactly what's wrong with you. You've got that look about you."I blink, confused. "What look?""That look that speaks of a man," she replies, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, “So I’m guessing the date went well then”.Heat rushes to my face. "What? No! There's no... I mean, it's not like

Dominicus The forest pulses around me, a living, breathing entity. I am both part of it and apart from it, a creature of instinct and fury prowling through the undergrowth. My massive paws sink into the damp earth, leaving deep imprints that will serve as a warning to any who dare to follow. The curse that grips me has stripped away the veneer of humanity, leaving only the raw, primal essence of the wolf. My thoughts, once clear and ordered, now swirl in a maelstrom of base urges and fractured memories. The wolf's mind dominates, pushing aside the remnants of the man I once was. Yet in fleeting moments, shards of my former self pierce through the haze of bestial instinct, bringing with them a fresh wave of anguish and rage. Time has lost all meaning. Day blends into night, night into day, in an endless cycle of hunt and rest. The relentless drive to assert my dominance consumes me entirely. My powerful muscles coil and release with each step, a lethal promise of the devastation I

DianaWeeks have passed since I last saw Alpha Dominicus, and for reasons I can't quite explain, happiness eludes me. I should be ecstatic. After all, I've finally found sanctuary away from those who've been hunting me down like an animal. I'm far from my abusive, discriminatory pack, where every day was a struggle to prove my worth due to being Wolfless.Here, in this quaint human town nestled among endless woods, no one knows or cares about my lack of a wolf. The concept of Weres is as foreign to them as snow in summer. I know there must be a pack nearby – you can't have an Alpha without one – but I haven't seen hide nor hair of any other werewolves. They're probably deep in the surrounding forest, keeping to themselves.I feel a twinge of guilt at the thought, but if I'm being honest, not seeing any other Weres is a tremendous relief. Here, I'm just Diana – not the Wolfless freak, not the embarrassment to be hidden away. I'm treated like anyone else, and it should be liberating.I