The Rejected Rogue Was Their Lost Princess

“Luna, how could you agree to this?”

As soon as everyone left, Adelynn broke into sobs.

“Your name, your identity—it’s a gift from your parents, a blessing they gave you…”

“Didn’t the Beta drink the healing tonic? Hasn’t he remembered yet?”

“You’re his chosen mate, marked and bound by the Moon Goddess!”

“And now they’re making you take a lower name, forcing you to arrange his mark ceremony… even asking you to be her stepping stone on the marking day…”

“Luna, if this goes on, not just in the Southern Pack, but in all of the neighboring territories, you’ll never be able to hold your head high!”

It didn’t matter.

We wouldn’t be in the Southern Pack much longer anyway.

Thanks to Briella Phillips, the last shred of attachment I had was gone.

I calmly prepared for Talon and Briella’s mark ceremony.

She wanted a red veil—I embroidered it.

She wanted vows—I wrote them.

She demanded I be her stepping stone on the marking day—I nodded and said, “Of course.”

The entire pack watched me with scorn.

“She’s so desperate to stay as the Beta’s mate, she’s lost all self-respect!”

I ignored them.

I acted like the same helpless, devoted mate who’d once loved Talon so fiercely, enduring every humiliation without complaint.

No one noticed that I’d taken Adelynn’s freedom papers.

Donated all the healing herbs I’d collected over the years.

Burned the notes that had been secretly delivered to me every few days.

Three days before the ceremony, as expected, there was an “incident.”

Briella claimed her silver pendant, engraved with the crescent moon, had gone missing.

And then, of course, it was found in my room.

Before locking me in the storage room, she leaned in and hissed,

“You think you’re worthy of sharing a mate with a Lycan Princess?”

The lock clicked shut.

I didn’t even bother to protest.

These last three days, locked away here, were a welcome respite.

But on the night before the ceremony, Talon came.