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From Broken to Queen: The Rejected Luna's Rise Novel Cover

From Broken to Queen: The Rejected Luna's Rise

I shattered my knee jumping in front of a silver bullet meant for him. The poison seeped into my marrow, putting my wolf into a coma and leaving me crippled. I thought my sacrifice would secure his love forever. Instead, five years later, Brennan stood in a warehouse while a Rogue held a silver-laced dagger to my throat. Beside me sat Debbi, his mistress—a spy who had staged the whole kidnapping. "You can only save one," the kidnapper sneered. Brennan didn't even hesitate. He looked me in the eye, his gaze cold and devoid of the bond we once shared. "I choose Debbi," he said. He walked out with her in his arms, leaving his Fated Mate to bleed out on the concrete floor. As the blade dug into my skin, I felt the mate bond snap. He thought I died in the explosion that followed. He spent weeks howling in grief when he finally realized Debbi was a traitor and he had killed the only woman who truly loved him. But he was wrong. I didn't die. A federal agent pulled me from the fire, and the trauma didn't kill my wolf—it woke her up. A year later, Brennan walked into a small bistro in Italy, looking for redemption. He fell to his knees when he saw me standing there, healed and glowing with the aura of a White Wolf. "Alyssa," he wept, reaching for me. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything." I looked him dead in the eye, my gaze icy blue. "Get out," I said. "We don't serve traitors here."
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Chapter 1

I shattered my knee jumping in front of a silver bullet meant for him.

The poison seeped into my marrow, putting my wolf into a coma and leaving me crippled.

I thought my sacrifice would secure his love forever.

Instead, five years later, Brennan stood in a warehouse while a Rogue held a silver-laced dagger to my throat.

Beside me sat Debbi, his mistress—a spy who had staged the whole kidnapping.

"You can only save one," the kidnapper sneered.

Brennan didn't even hesitate.

He looked me in the eye, his gaze cold and devoid of the bond we once shared.

"I choose Debbi," he said.

He walked out with her in his arms, leaving his Fated Mate to bleed out on the concrete floor.

As the blade dug into my skin, I felt the mate bond snap.

He thought I died in the explosion that followed.

He spent weeks howling in grief when he finally realized Debbi was a traitor and he had killed the only woman who truly loved him.

But he was wrong.

I didn't die.

A federal agent pulled me from the fire, and the trauma didn't kill my wolf—it woke her up.

A year later, Brennan walked into a small bistro in Italy, looking for redemption.

He fell to his knees when he saw me standing there, healed and glowing with the aura of a White Wolf.

"Alyssa," he wept, reaching for me. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything."

I looked him dead in the eye, my gaze icy blue.

"Get out," I said. "We don't serve traitors here."

Chapter 1

Alyssa POV:

My knee throbbed, a grinding ache radiating up my thigh—a souvenir from a silver bullet five years ago.

I adjusted the flower arrangements in the grand hall of the Sterling Pack house. Tonight was the pack's anniversary celebration. As the Alpha's daughter—well, the former Alpha's daughter—it was my duty to ensure everything was perfect. Even if I was now just the crippled, non-shifting wife of the current Alpha.

I limped toward the study, intending to ask Brennan about the wine selection. The heavy oak door was slightly ajar. I raised my hand to knock, but a voice stopped me.

It wasn't a spoken voice. It was the Mind-Link.

Wolves within the same pack share a telepathic frequency. Usually, it's background noise, but strong emotions or direct projections cut through the static like a radio broadcast.

She is an embarrassment, Brennan, my sister-in-law Brianne's voice echoed in my head, sharp and cold. Look at her. Dragging that leg around like a wounded deer. The Sterling Pack needs a strong Luna. A Luna who can Shift.

My hand froze in mid-air.

I know, Brennan's mental voice replied. It was deep, the voice that used to make my heart flutter. Now, it just sounded tired. But her father's loyalists are still watching. I can't just throw her out.

We have a plan for that, Brianne sneered. The eviction notice is ready. And Debbi... she is ready to take her place. She is perfect, Brennan. Young, fertile, and she looks at you like you are a god.

Debbi, Brennan mused. She makes me feel powerful. Not like Alyssa. Every time I look at Alyssa's leg, I am reminded that I was weak. That she had to save me.

A cold shiver went down my spine. That leg... I shattered it jumping in front of a silver bullet meant for him. The silver poison had seeped into my marrow, putting my wolf to sleep. I couldn't Shift anymore.

I will protect Debbi, Brennan projected, his tone firm. I will protect her the way Alyssa protected me. But this time, I will be the hero.

He was twisting my sacrifice into a romantic vow for his mistress.

I pushed the door open.

Brennan sat behind the massive mahogany desk, Brianne perched on the edge. They both jumped.

"So that's it?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I took a bullet for you, Brennan. I lost my wolf for you. And now I'm just a reminder of your weakness?"

Brennan stood up. His eyes, usually a warm hazel, darkened. The air in the room grew heavy. The Alpha's Aura flooded the space—a suffocating pressure meant to force submission.

"You were eavesdropping," he accused, his voice low.

"I am your wife," I spat back. "I am your Fated Mate, Brennan! The Moon Goddess paired us!"

"Look at you!" Brennan roared. He slammed his hand on the desk. A crystal glass shattered, and a shard flew across the room, slicing my cheek. I didn't flinch. "A Pack needs a Luna who can bear strong pups! A Luna who can run with the pack! You are... broken."

"Then let me go," I whispered. "Reject me. Break the bond."

Brennan's face twisted. He walked around the desk, towering over me.

"And let you run to your father's old friends? Let you paint me as the villain?" He shook his head. "No."

Suddenly, an invisible weight slammed into my shoulders. My knees buckled. I gasped for air, unable to move a muscle.

"I command you to stay still," Brennan growled.

The Alpha's Command bypassed my will completely, locking my joints. I stood there like a statue, tears streaming down my face, blood dripping from my cheek.

"You are mine, Alyssa," he whispered, leaning into my ear. "You are my property. You will stay here, and you will watch as I make this Pack great without you."

He released the command. I collapsed to the floor, gasping.

The next morning, the humiliation began.

I walked into the dining hall and saw photos scattered on the table. Grainy, edited images of me in a hotel room with a Rogue.

"Disgusting," Brianne said loudly as I entered. "Cheating on the Alpha with a Rogue."

The pack members whispered. Their eyes, once full of respect for their former Alpha's daughter, were now filled with disgust. Brennan sat at the head of the table, saying nothing. He let the lie stand.

I turned around and walked out, the sound of my cane hitting the floor echoing like a countdown.

I went to my room and pulled out a burner phone I had hidden under the floorboards. My hands shook as I dialed a number I hadn't used in years.

"Carroll," I whispered when the line clicked. "It's time. Initiate the protocol."

I wasn't just going to leave. I was going to die. Or at least, that's what Brennan would believe.

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