Rejected Luna's Vengeance

I was only eight years old when my half-sister snatched away the heirloom my mother had left me.

A ceremonial robe, crafted with intricate details and adorned with precious stones.

I went to my father, the Alpha, to complain. He brushed it off, saying,

“That robe was ruined by a stray cat. I’ll get you a new one.”

Later, as I passed by my half-sister’s quarters, I saw her flaunting the robe to her friends, boasting about its beauty, its craftsmanship, and the precious gems that adorned it.

Amid their gasps of admiration, I shifted my claws and, with cold precision, shredded the robe into tatters while she still wore it.

When my father arrived, my half-sister was pinned beneath me, too stunned to cry until she saw him. Then she screamed for help.

I stood there, my claws still extended, my gaze steady as I met my father’s eyes.

“The stray cat ruined my robe, Father. Don’t forget to buy me a new one.”

Perhaps it was the calmness in my eyes that silenced him. He didn’t scold me as I walked away, the crowd parting like water before me.

The next day, an identical robe was delivered to my room.

I heard my half-sister’s mother had to empty her savings to treat her daughter’s wounds.

After that, she never dared to come near my quarters again.

Rumors about me spread through the pack—whispers of my cruelty, my bloodlust, how I roamed the streets at night, hunting for victims. It was around this time that Aylani Jackson appeared in my life.

Laney Nelson, the daughter of our Gamma, pushed me into the lake during a pack gathering. I clung to the rocks, pulling myself out, then dragged her into the water. She nearly drowned.

Her father pleaded with the Lycan King to punish me.

The King summoned everyone to hear the case, but no one dared to speak in my defense—except Aylani.

“Laney was the one who provoked Miranda first,” she said, her voice steady. “If punishment is necessary, it should be fair and equal.”

The King, after hearing the truth, didn’t punish me. Instead, he ordered the Gamma to discipline his daughter more strictly.

Before Aylani, my philosophy was simple: if someone wronged me, I’d make them pay, no matter the cost.

But Aylani taught me something else.

“Don’t sacrifice yourself just to punish someone,” she said. “It’s not worth it. Make them suffer, but don’t let them blame you for it.”

I warned her to stay away from me.

“I’m toxic,” I said.

Aylani just laughed.

“It’s fine. I’m immune.”

From then on, whenever I got into trouble, Aylani was always there to clean up the mess.

The rumors about me changed. No longer was I the bloodthirsty monster; now, I was the pitiful girl who’d lost her mother, bullied by her stepmother and half-sister.

I asked Aylani why she helped me.

“With your reputation and lineage, you might end up as the Luna of a powerful pack one day,” she joked. “I’m just securing my future.”

I didn’t believe her.

Not until my Marking Ceremony, when I was officially mated to Josue Williams, the future Alpha of our pack. Only then did Aylani tell me the truth.

She said she was from another world, sent here to save me. Without her intervention, I would have destroyed not just myself but the entire pack. Now that my life was back on track, she was ready to leave.

“When my body dies here, I’ll return to my world,” she explained. “I love it there. Don’t try to stop me.”

I was happy for her.

But I never expected Lilah Pierce to enter the picture.

And I never imagined the chaos that would follow.