Semua Bab Rejected mythical Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 6

My earliest memories were of loneliness and survival. Abandoned as a pup, I grew up wandering the edges of packs, always longing for a sense of belonging that remained just out of reach. Every attempt to join a pack ended the same way—with rejection. No parents, no known bloodline, no place to call home. To them, I was nothing more than an outsider. Unworthy. The sting of rejection hardened me, shaping me into a survivor. I learned to rely on no one but myself. That changed when I was fifteen. I stumbled upon Maron, a reclusive she-wolf who had long turned her back on pack life. Grief had driven her into isolation after she lost her mate in a brutal war, but something about the lost, starving girl standing before her softened her heart. She took me in—offered me food, shelter, and, most importantly, kindness. Being a teenager was hard enough, but being one who hadn’t shifted yet? Even harder. Still, I managed to pull it off. One evening, as I crept toward Maron, trying to sneak

Alpha Ron Jaxon, leader of the Blue Crescent Pack—the strongest in California—was growing desperate to find his mate. Without a Luna, his position as Alpha became more precarious by the day. His father never missed an opportunity to remind him. “What do you want, Dad?” I sighed, barely looking up from my desk. “You know exactly what I want.” I clenched my jaw. “If I haven’t found my mate yet, then it’s not time.” My voice was edged with frustration—I’d said the same thing a hundred times. This time, my father didn’t argue. He just studied me for a moment before walking out, leaving behind the weight of unspoken expectations. What was the point of leading the strongest pack if all anyone ever asked was whether I’d found my Luna? Yes, I wanted to find her too. She would be the one person to love me unconditionally, and there wasn’t a wolf alive who wouldn’t want that. But I couldn’t force fate. Even my pack was getting restless. Without a Luna, they felt incomplete. But none of

"I need help." Those were the only words I could force out. The girl in front of me frowned, her brows knitting together as if expecting more. But I had nothing else to say. So I said it again. "I really need help." I was a rogue, a lone wolf, and I had stumbled into this pack's territory looking for refuge—just for a little while. I just needed a place to rest, to gather my strength. I prayed she could help. Her expression softened as she studied me, concern flickering in her eyes. I must have looked awful—filthy, exhausted, desperate. Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke. "I think I can help," she said slowly. "But first... do you mind telling me your name?" I hesitated before answering. "Rex… Rexxona." "Alright, Rex," she said with a grin, as if we were already friends. "Not to brag or anything, but my brother is the Alpha of this pack—Alpha Aries. And this is the Awoke Pack, in case you were wondering. I think I can pull a few strings for you." Internally, I