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The Luna With A Wolf

Hello, my name is Katrina, and my family has to take me to another pack since I don't have a wolf. Whose current alpha murdered his own father to become alpha. My new life began in a foreign place, and despite initial challenges with Nina-who was emotionally invested in the alpha-I eventually triumphed. The alpha's wolf found out one day that I didn't have a wolf despite my best attempts to hide the fact. Instead of treating me with disgust, striking me, or throwing me out, Alpha Antony lavished me with love and care. After a lot of hardship, I made the transformation and became the true Luna with a wolf .
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Chapter 1

Katrina's point of view

Someone hurled a burger at me on my walk home from school, coating me with a variety of cheeses.

"A phony werewolf who will never shift," Abby said, and Mary and Tess burst out laughing.

"After all, the filthy rat didn't deserve much better."

When I eventually opened my eyes, I saw that I was entirely covered with cheeses. Abby and her henchmen have disappeared.

Growing up, Tina, the alpha's daughter, was my closest friend, but once the other pack members discovered I couldn't shift, she has distanced herself from me and has made fun of me behind my back.

"Shit!"I cleaned my face with a handkerchief.

Katrina, you would no longer be an outcast after around four months when you graduated from high school. You would never cross path with them again.

Although I was a total failure as a pack member, my mother was the pack's best she wolf warrior, and my father was the Omega, one of the pack's most renowned members.

They were clearly disappointed when they realized I wasn't able to shift.

Because humans were not permitted in our pack and I can't shift, I became the subject of the other wolves' jokes and taunts.

My parents comforted me that I was not a failure since I had yet to discover my wolf. That was something that had always lingered in my mind.

I was about to become eighteen, a legal age for finding a mate. Unfortunately, I had yet to meet my wolf.

The school's deputy dean, a middle-aged lady called Judi, stormed into my math class, opened the door, and yelled, "Katrina Olivier, come to my office."

As I exit the classroom, my classmates booed and jeered.

I was feeling a little nervous, but I pushed myself to put on a brave front and keep going.

The dean's office is the most secure part of the institution. Even the most obnoxious bully would be respectful in such environment. Nobody dared to cause scenes in this place because of Judi. Just as I was about to open the door, Tina rushed in front of me and blocked my path.

"Hold the horses."

I made an attempt to dodge her, but she was quite fast.

"Tina?"

"I'm come to say good-by. Idiot! "

"What?" I still couldn't believe it. Her fury was mirrored in the piercing intensity of her gaze.

"How could you be that oblivious?"

"I've come to say goodbye to the Omega's unwanted daughter, whom my father has expelled from the Pack. I'm sorry to tell you, but my dad has kicked you out of the pack. "

Both Tess and Mary were sneering at the moment.

The girls were every bit as foolish as they seemed.

I went on my way to the dean's office, indifferently.

As the office door flew open, something fell on top of my head.

A water basin toppled over and flooded me to the gills.

I felt like a bird that has been dropped into a pool of water.

When my mother saw what was going on, she approached from behind and confronted Tina , asking, "Is there a reason you are bullying my daughter?"

My mother had lovely golden hair that was usually perfectly put back in a ponytail. She was a fearsome she-wolf; she terrified the other wolves in the pack when she pumped Luna in front of the whole Pack at the training court because Luna said I had no wolf and was a crap.

If she weren't the only female Pack warrior, my mother would have been punished for her part in humiliating the Luna. It was well-known, though, that Alpha Nkosi had feelings for my mother, and that he felt a terrible sense of loss when he realized she was never destined to be his mate.

Tina's grin faded as she turned around and saw my mother coming from behind. After being scared by my mother's overwhelming presence, Mary and Tess made a dramatic escape.

"It was an accident," Tina continued, her voice cracking.

It made me giggle to think Tina was afraid of my mother.

What I didn't expect was my mother to raise her hand and smack Tina across the face. Astonishment washed through me.

"Ouch!"

Tina screamed and threw her head to the side.

My hands were covering my eyes as I fight back the tears that are welling up in my eyes.

My mother kicked the ass of the Luna before and now she was smacking her daughter. Alpha Nkosi was going to outcast her. What the heck!

When I heard a gasp and turned around to see who it was, I realized that a few other people had seen my mother's actions as well. Mom just ignored them completely.

"Mum! " Incredulous, I let out a long sigh. Tina squeals and runs off.

My mom takes both of my arms in a bear hug and says, "For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to humiliate that slob. "

"All of these scumbags here can't be worthy of lifting your shoes. You've never allowed the fact that you don't possess a wolf prevent you from kicking the butts of them. "

I shook my head, knowing it would just make my pain worse and that my hands would be helpless when fighting against a wolf.

"Come, we're leaving," she gets up and starts walking toward the parking lot. I decide to chase her down first.

I see a moving van parked next to our car as we pull into the school's parking area.

"What's going on, Mom?" I ask as soon as I see my dad come out of the vehicle.

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