His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

Chapter 7

Word Count: 718 | Released on: 30/04/2026

in the freezing air,

m of predatory instinct and Alpha pride swirling within them. The suffocating heat radiat

that made the hairs on my arms stand up. He stepped closer, forcing me

pected a plea for a warm bed in the Pack house, a title, or a desperate gra

mily was starving, and t

, and a sturdy iron shovel," I said clearly

med down ove

w clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. To an Alpha, my pragmatic, dirt-level request wasn't j

iolence, Alistair stepped in. The Beta leaned close to Ka

e relaxed. The killing intent melted away. When he looked back at me, the anger was gon

s a nuisance, but as a fascinating, cunning puzzle he was eager to solve. "You'll get your supplies

care about his weird mood s

e entrance to our Dugout Shelter. The heavy sack of flour an

our cramped den

d off any starving eavesdroppers. Catherine fell to her knees. Her trembling fingers traced the white canvas of th

fire until the metal hissed. Slicing the cured meat with my pock

, intoxicating smell of grease, salt, and woodsmoke filled

ll for weeks, slowly turned his head. His hollow eyes locked onto the sizzling meat.

poke. We just ate until our stomachs ached in the best way possible. For the first time sin

I knew I had made the right choice. Let the Alpha play his ar

y throat. We had food, but our water skins were completely empty. To survive tom

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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.”