His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

Chapter 2

Word Count: 588 | Released on: 30/04/2026

like sacks of rotting meat into the knee-deep snow. The wagon rattled away w

ic cluster of barren oaks, the snow dipped in a peculiar way. *Frostfire Moss.* In my past life, I kne

e frozen earth. Ice sliced my cuticles, but I kept

il hands grabbing my shoulders. "Mason,

d my waist, trying to haul me up. "

an unnatural, icy authority that froze them in their tracks. I glared at my se

Before I could strike the ice again, Mason snatched the wood. His jaw tightened at the sight of my bl

of dry, reddish-brown Frostfire Moss. Within minutes, using a sharp rock and a p

urs. Finn, who had been scouting the perimeter, returned clutching a ti

and, alongside Catherine, pressed it to my lips. They were starving, their bodie

ting the warmth of their devotion settle in my chest. Then,

ked lips, then Mason's, then Finn's. Finally, I knelt before Arthur. My father was still staring blankly at the s

wind. I looked at each of them, my gaze unyielding. "Eat

by a flickering, desperate trust. I was no longer just the fragile *

le victory wa

ed from the blizzard, their eyes glowing with predatory malice. A border patrol. Before we could even stand,

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

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.”