The Luna Who Walked Away

I used to be the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack.

Now? I’m just the ghost in the Alpha’s house.

I gave up my lineage—my title as heir to the Silvermoon bloodline—for love. I thought Kael Blackthorn would keep his promise: “One day, I’ll show you the world our wolves could rule.”

Thirty years later, I’m invisible. My wolf is silent. My mate? He shares a den with my sister-in-law, the woman he calls his “true bond.”

On my thirty-eighth birthday, I found their mating ceremony invitation — addressed to everyone but me.

That was the day I stopped begging.