Rejected by Destiny, Reborn as Luna

I had just sent out the letter when Jaxxon pushed open my door.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?” he asked, his voice soft as he moved to embrace me. I stiffened and pulled away.

Jaxxon paused, his expression tightening. “Still upset? Sylvia, you need to be reasonable. As the Gamma of this pack, I can’t show favoritism. You made a mistake, and I had to address it.”

He sighed, as if I were the one being unreasonable. “I know about the miscarriage. I’m not blaming you. We’re young—we’ll have other children.”

I met his gaze, my voice steady. “I’m not blaming you either.”

His lips curved into a faint smile, and he leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Good girl. Now, Louisa is hosting a mark ceremony tomorrow. She’s not well, and I don’t want her overexerting herself. You’ll handle the preparations.”

Louisa’s not well? And I am?

I pressed a hand to my empty stomach, the ache still raw. “I just lost our child. I can’t help her.”

His brow furrowed instantly. “Don’t be difficult, Sylvia. You’ve had a few days to recover, and the healer said you’re fine. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

He dragged me out of the room, a group of Deltas standing guard outside. I flinched at the sight of them, but Jaxxon didn’t seem to notice, gripping my hand tightly.

“Sylvia, I’m still looking out for you,” he said, his tone almost soothing. “You don’t have to do much—just give the orders. They’ll handle the rest.”

He gestured to the Deltas, who stepped forward, their presence overwhelming. I couldn’t stop trembling. “No! Send them away. I’ll manage on my own.”

Jaxxon smirked. “Then I’ll leave it to you, Luna.”

I spent the entire night organizing the ceremony, barely catching a moment of rest before Jaxxon summoned me to the main hall the next morning.

“You’re my Luna,” he said firmly. “Your absence would be noticed. Come with me.”

I frowned, exhaustion weighing on me. “I’m not feeling well. I need to rest.”

His eyes darkened. “Sylvia, don’t make this difficult.”

He dragged me into the hall, and I immediately felt the weight of hostile gazes. Jaxxon’s friends were there, their eyes roaming over me with a mix of disdain and mockery.

“Well, if it isn’t the Luna,” one of them drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’ve lost some weight, haven’t you? Looking quite delicate.”

The others snickered, their laughter sharp and cruel.

Jaxxon said nothing, as if he didn’t hear them, and I forced myself to walk further into the room, my skin crawling under their scrutiny.

Louisa intercepted me, her smile sweet but her eyes glinting with malice. “Sylvia, there you are! We’ve been waiting for you.”

She pulled me into the center of the room, her voice carrying loudly. “I heard about the miscarriage. How careless of you.”

I froze, my face paling as she continued. “That was my brother’s first child, you know.”

“Who knows if it was even his?” someone jeered from the crowd. “The Luna’s been seen around town quite a bit lately.”

Louisa feigned shock. “Oh, don’t say such things!”

But her smile betrayed her. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“So this is the famous Luna,” a voice called out. It was Beckham Torres, a notorious rogue known for his recklessness. He stepped closer, sniffing the air around me. “Mm, you smell divine, like lavender and vanilla.”

The room erupted in laughter, and I felt humiliation burn through me.

Louisa led me to a seat, her grip tight, as if to ensure I couldn’t escape. I sat down, the weight of their stares pressing down on me.

Jaxxon, sitting beside Louisa, gave me a faint smile, but it was empty—cold. My heart felt like ice.

“Everyone, enjoy yourselves!” Louisa announced, her voice cheerful.

The table was filled with her favorite dishes, none of which I cared for. As the entertainment began, the atmosphere grew lively, but the attention on me only intensified.

“This is boring,” someone called out. “Why don’t we have the Luna shift and run for us?”

“Yes! Sylvia’s wolf form would be a sight to see!”

“Come on, Luna, give us a show!”

Jaxxon turned to me, his smirk widening. “Don’t ruin the mood, Sylvia. Shift and run for us.”

My hands clenched the edge of the table, my claws digging into the wood until they drew blood.

“Shift! Shift!” The chant grew louder, their voices taunting, mocking.

I was trapped, a spectacle for their amusement, and there was no escape.