The Wolfless Luna Chosen by the Sacred Wolf

I quickly cleaned myself in the river next to the woods, making sure no other members of the pack could see me. Following that, I made my way to the pack house, dodging disgusted, mocking, and hostile looks.

Some mothers even advised their puppies to avoid me. Examples include:

"She wasn't normal; she didn't have a wolf!"

"She's a threat! Avoid her at all costs, my child."

"She's such an oddball. Annie, stay away from her!"

And a slew of insults from my own pack.

But why is that? Did I injure them? No. Did they injure me? Indeed. Emotional distress. But now I've decided to ignore each of their judging stares.

Instead of ignoring the looks, the hurt, the hatred, and everything else, my younger self would have crept up to a corner and sobbed. Thank goodness I made the right decision and eventually learned how to deal with them.

I overheard a familiar group of females chatting as I went through the pack house's back entrance to begin my morning tasks.

"Oh god," "I can't wait for Samson to make me his luna!" said a familiar voice. Cindy, my older sister, called. She's back, telling her friends how the future alpha found his partner—her—and how they'd attend the evening's mating ceremony together. Sure, she enjoys boasting.

"Cindy, you are one lucky girl. You deserved it, with your intelligence and beauty. In contrast to you..." One of her friends said, obviously wanting me to hear what she was saying. Her brows furrowed as she looked at me.

"Oh, please! Don't ever compare me to that lady. A diamond should not be compared to charcoal." They all laugh after Cindy says that.

The Alpha bloodline and the Alpha himself would find their mate at the age of eighteen.

When her other friends noticed me, the conversation came to a halt. Disgust, scorn, and disdain immediately followed laughter, joy, and delight. When they saw me, every facial emotion on their faces changed from joy to sadness.

"The charcoal is gone," one of them says.

"What a scumbag." Another person stated.

"Totally! A walking pile of garbage!" Cindy elaborated. "Don't forget my laundry, you worthless freak!" she yelled as she walked past me. Everyone in her group, especially Diamond, who was once my best friend, looked at us with disgust, as if we were strangers who hadn't shared secrets before.

"Cindy, I'm on my way to do that. You don't need to insult me because I'm already aware of my flaws and imperfections "I muttered something. But, of course, my sister overheard it and never let it go.

"I can say whatever I want to you, and you have to accept it because it was nothing but facts!" she said, roughly pulling my hair. She then abruptly let go of me.

I'd have to finish all of my chores before the evening ceremony, which included laundry, washing, cleaning, scrubbing, and dusting. So I walked away, carrying Cindy's laundry basket as if nothing had happened.

Time had passed, and I had continued to work...

"That idiot will undoubtedly infect the foods with her germs and dirt! Mom, I don't want that to happen!" Cindy was complaining to our beloved mother, and I overheard her. Maybe future lunas are really that picky about the food they eat.

"I know. She's repulsive and does not deserve to be here "Mom responded. I kept working while ignoring their scathing remark and stares.

I laughed in my head. How in the world do they manage to physically and mentally abuse someone? How could this be, when I, too, was a member of this pack?

**

The celebration began about an hour ago. This came with the recognition of the Nightcrawler Pack's new alpha and luna.

'I am aware of your feelings...'

'He had already rejected you, right?'

'Huh? Who was he? Strange voice in my head.' I thought, but then shrugged. Regardless, the voice was correct. I was rejected even before this celebration began...

It happened while I was on my way out of one of the pack house rooms. I was only supposed to clean another room at the time. Samson noticed me as he walked through the alpha's office. His expression showed a wide range of emotions. After learning that I was his mate, he was filled with resentment, contempt, and disgust.

"This is not acceptable, Nikky! I don't want you as a friend!" His voice was shrill, filled with rage and horror.

"I get it... If you must, reject me." I vowed in my head.

"Cindy is my partner and future luna, not you! Nikky, I refuse to accept you as my destined mate." He spoke without hesitation or warning.

"Alpha, you are correct. I will accept your rejection." I fought the urge to scream inside at his hurtful words.

He then walked right past me.

I did the same thing. I walked away, pretending nothing had happened. I moved aside to allow him to pass and curtsied.

This was something I expected to happen. I was already bracing myself for his rejection from the first word he said.

Furthermore, because he has alpha blood coursing through his veins, he has the right to choose another mate immediately after rejecting me. Second mates are the chosen mates. The Moon Goddess bestowed that blessing on the alpha bloodline. That could happen only if I were dead.

I was the first werewolf to be rejected, as well as the first werewolf without a wolf.

I entered the storage facility and knelt to retrieve my sleeping bag and clothes. My only set of bed clothes. Well, I have very few clothes because my family previously set fire to my belongings. My clothes are all worn out, and I only have two pairs of jeans and shirts, a few pairs of underwear, a robe, and sleeping clothes. Worst of all, in order for me to continue using these, I must sew them repeatedly to repair the damage.

To avoid aggravating my back injury, I changed into my sleeping clothes and slept on the sleeping bag. I'll be washing my clothes by the nearby river tomorrow.

**

The pack members' joy and excitement about their new Alpha and Luna could be heard. I'm sure if I were the Luna, they wouldn't treat me the same way. They might even suggest Cindy as the Luna.

Because Samson and I are true mates who were not chosen, our bond will deteriorate slightly but not completely. Cindy and his true mate will suffer the same fate. Because my sister didn't recognize their relationship, he would need to bond with someone else.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't envy Cindy for getting what she wants. She is loved and respected by her family. Pack members, and my mate's devotion is now directed toward her rather than toward me.

I don't have anything, and she has everything I've ever desired.

But I had to face the realities of life. And I have no choice but to go with the flow and deal with everything. Besides, even if I cry blood, nothing will change.

As my hair swung over my eyes, I turned to the small window to my side. I was lying on my sleeping bag, staring at the full moon. The moon had never failed to bring me comfort. When I look at it, all of my melancholy thoughts fade away. Later on, the aroma of the woods greeted my nose.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the beautiful night.

When I opened my eyes to look at the moon again, something moved in the corner of my eye. I stood up to get a better look and figure out what it was, but the object moved quickly and entered an area where the ground was illuminated by the moon.

The moonlight stopped moving toward my window in pursuit of it when it turned to look directly down at me. I realized this wasn't even a thing.

I kept staring at it, thinking how familiar it was—a very familiar creature in werewolf territory.

'Is that even conceivable?' As I observed the size of the creature in front of my window, I reflected.

'It is! Why shouldn't it be?' The abrupt, deep voice in my head startled me. In response to what I did, my head laughed.

I came to a halt because there was only me and this large creature present. I looked up at it again, puzzled as to how a wolf larger than an alpha could exist. I'd never felt so inadequate in my life.

'When I'm around, you don't tremble or feel the desire to give in.' In my mind, I kept hearing the same voice. 'You are the one, and I know it!'

I kept my mouth shut and just stared at the wolf that was looking down at me and talking to itself.

'You are the other half I was looking for,' the wolf continued in my head. 'I finally tracked you down.'

"What is your name?" For the first time, I spoke in its presence. "How come I'm not afraid of a Nightcrawler Pack unknown wolf?" I'm still perplexed.

'I am your wolf—specifically, your sacred wolf.' When the wolf spoke, it took my attention away from my thoughts.