His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

Author: Norrra

Chapter 1

Word Count: 768 | Released on: 30/04/2026

ed through the wide gaps of the wooden exile wago

e frozen earth, tossing our starved bodies against the iron-reinforced bars. The air inside was thick w

ago, inheriting the memories of Elara Vance-the youngest, and the only *wolfless* member of the disgraced Vance family. Without

starved and stripped of his dignity, his broad *Warrior* frame instin

hoarse, trembling

he scent of her distress-like crushed, rotting lavender-filled my nose. Seeing the empty, glazed look in my eyes, a

folds of her filthy, torn robes. She pulled out a tiny, jagged piece of har

ed from the corner, his eyes wide with wor

he frozen crumb between my blue lips. "Suck on it, Elara," she pleaded, her v

throat like shards of glass, tearing at my dry flesh. The physical pain was sharp

. In my past life, I had never known such raw, unconditional love. This heavy, des

ter paste and turne

orner of the wagon was A

focating-ash, decay, and the crushing weight of a broken wolf. He was the reason our family had been ex

y voice barely a whisper

eper into his knees, shrinking away from me. He couldn't bear to look at his *wolfless* daughter. My very existenc

physical blow. I could feel the ago

nding a new, frantic rhythm against my ribs

. Arthur was waiting for the end. They were treating me li

n't have claws, and I didn't have fangs. But I had a min

rward with a sickening crunch

owling wind. The iron bolts of the wagon door began to rattle a

ws, ignoring the agonizing pain in my fro

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His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

Norrra Werewolf

“I woke up in a freezing exile wagon as Elara Vance, the only "wolfless" member of a disgraced werewolf family. We were thrown out into the brutal Frostfang Wilds to die. The ruthless Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, Kaelen Blackwood, took one look at my fragile body and assigned us a rotting, splintered hovel at the edge of the camp-a deliberate execution to weed out the weak. My father was a broken, catatonic Alpha waiting for the end. My starving mother wept as she tried to force her last frozen crumb of food between my blue lips, while my brothers used their own battered bodies to shield me from the howling blizzard. The Luna Queen who exiled us expected us to perish quietly in the snow. The other warriors mocked us, waiting for the cold to claim our lives so they could strip our corpses. "She's lost to the cold madness!" my mother shrieked when I began clawing at the ice with my bare, bleeding hands. They all looked at me with pity and disgust, thinking my lack of an inner wolf made me a useless burden. They treated me like a fragile piece of glass destined to shatter in this frozen hell. But they didn't know a modern engineer's soul now lived inside this fragile shell. I didn't need claws or fangs to survive. I picked up a jagged stone, smashed the permafrost, and decided to build my own fortress. This wasn't an exile; it was my new beginning.”