RISE, LUNA OF ASHES

RISE, LUNA OF ASHES

Tracy Gregory

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Alpha King Rex was born with a fated mate "Gina" chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But when he met her, he turned away in anger. He already had someone else "Jessica" his childhood best friend turned lover. Their bond was strong, undeniable and forbidden. Crushed by rejection, Gina vanished.

RISE, LUNA OF ASHES Chapter 1 THE BOND BROKEN

THEY CALLED IT A BLESSING IN THE MATE BOND

A soul-deep connection gifted by the Moon Goddess herself, destined to unite Alphas and Lunas in perfect harmony. It was sacred. Irrevocable. A divine thread meant to guide the balance of power, to fuse strength with compassion, to ensure the prosperity of the wolf world. But for Alpha King Rex of Crescent Moon, it felt like a curse. Especially the day he met Gina. The bond snapped into place the moment she crossed the threshold of the Great Hall a quiet surge of power, ancient and undeniable. A silver light flared around her, visible only to those of Alpha blood. Elders gasped. Warriors stiffened. The whisper of magic tickled every wolf in the room. Heads turned toward her some with awe, others with suspicion.

"Is she?"

"His mate?"

"She's not even from this pack..."

They weren't wrong. Gina wasn't one of them. She had been raised far from Crescent Moon, hidden in the green sanctuary of the Southern Glades. She knew little of palace intrigues, of battles and bloodlines. But she knew one thing with absolute certainty: she was his. The Moon Goddess had whispered it in her dreams since childhood, had burned the truth into her blood like a brand. She was the chosen Luna. His mate. Her heart thundered in her chest as she stepped further into the ceremonial hall, the ancient stones echoing beneath her bare feet. Her wolf paced inside her, restless, sensing her other half at last. Then she saw him. Alpha King Rex. Towering. Fierce. A living legend of war and power. His presence filled the hall, all sharp edges and iron resolve. The silver crest of leadership shone over his chest like a badge of judgment. Their eyes met. The bond flared raw, brilliant, intoxicating. And then... He looked away. Gina blinked, disoriented. Her wolf let out a confused whimper. She stepped forward instinctively, drawn by the pull, needing to close the distance between them. "You..." she whispered. "You're my mate." Rex's jaw clenched. He didn't even meet her gaze. "No," he muttered, his voice low but heavy with defiance. "This isn't right." The Elders stirred, several of them shifting uncomfortably. One Elder Theon stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Alpha Rex, the bond has chosen. You must" "I have someone else," Rex snapped, his voice slicing through the rising tension like a blade. "The Moon Goddess made a mistake. Silence fell like a shroud over the room. Then, out of the shadows, she appeared. Jessica, Raven-haired. Regal. The daughter of a powerful Crescent Moon family. She moved like she belonged sharp-eyed and confident, the kind of woman who was never told no. Rex turned to her, and their hands found each other with the ease of history, not fate. Fingers interlaced. Familiar. Comfortable.And just like that, Gina's world unraveled.The bond tugged inside her, a burning wire of soul-connection straining, twisting, breaking. There was no rejection ceremony. No formal severing. Just silence.And pain.She stood there, invisible now, as if the light around her had dimmed. The hall that once felt like a sacred place of union now felt like a grave. Her voice cracked as she forced out, "The Moon Goddess chose me." Rex's expression didn't change. "I choose her." The Elders protested, but their words were background noise. Jessica leaned into Rex, a smug flicker in her eyes. Victory. Possession. Gina turned, heart shredded, pride dissolving into ash. With every step she took out of that hall, she felt the bond fray and fray until there was nothing left but a ghost of what could've been. And as the doors closed behind her, something inside her something wild and ancient broke. But the Moon Goddess doesn't choose in vain. And bonds broken by wolves... may yet be mended by fate.

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