Stolen Luna: The Alpha’s Rejected Mate
READING AGE 18+
Aria has spent her whole life in the shadows of the Silvercrest Pack – the quiet Beta’s daughter, the girl who carries trays and cleans up after other people’s destinies.
All of that changes in one heartbeat.
At the Alpha’s winter ball, one glance is enough for the mate bond to snap into place. Aiden, the future Alpha, feels it as fiercely as she does. His wolf howls for her. His touch sets her on fire. Under the full moon, he promises her tomorrow – a future as his Luna, his equal, his forever.
The next night, in front of the entire pack, he says another woman’s name.
Rejected in public and branded as nothing more than “the wrong mate,” Aria feels the bond tear instead of break. With Aiden bound to his chosen Luna for the sake of power and alliances, every corridor of Silvercrest becomes a fresh wound.
Staying means watching him build a life with someone else. Leaving means bleeding away from everything she’s ever known.
Her father calls in an old favor, and Aria is sent north to Nightfall – a smaller, quieter pack led by Rowan, a dark, steady Alpha who has no interest in the Council’s games or other wolves’ broken hearts.
Rowan offers her no pity, no soft lies, only honesty:
In Nightfall she is not “the Alpha’s rejected mate.” She is just Aria.
Here, among pines and snow, she has to learn who she is without the bond that defined her – and what it means to be respected for more than the wolf who didn’t choose her.
But when Silvercrest’s perfect picture begins to crack and old enemies and new dangers threaten both packs, Aria finds herself standing between the future she lost and the world she’s beginning to love.
Can a stolen Luna become the heart of a new pack?
When fate chooses one path and power demands another, whose voice decides her worth – his, or her own?
Unfold
Five Years Later.
The Northern wind no longer carried the bite of death. It swept through the jagged peaks of the mountains, carrying the rich, earthy scent of blooming pine, wild jasmine, and the distant, metallic tang of summer rain.
Nightfall, once a grim, iron-wrought fortress built to withstand endless siege……
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