Fated by the Moon: Rise of the Forgotten Alpha

Seraphina Stone stood on the outskirts of the Blackthorn Pack's territory, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made her skin prickle. It was a full moon tonight, the kind of night where packs gathered to celebrate the unity of wolves and honor the Moon Goddess. But tonight was different—there would be no celebration for her. She had never felt more alone.

The pack's laughter and howls echoed through the air, but they seemed distant, almost mocking. The sounds should have been comforting, but for Seraphina, they were nothing more than reminders of her place—an outcast, the runt of the pack, destined for nothing more than a life of servitude. Her blood, once thought noble, now meant nothing. She was the daughter of the former Alpha, but after her parents' tragic deaths, she had been stripped of her title, her dignity, and her worth.

Tonight, however, everything was supposed to change. Tonight, she would meet her fated mate. The bond, the unbreakable connection between wolves that the Moon Goddess herself created, was supposed to change her life. Finally, after years of being treated as less than nothing, she would find someone who would see her for who she truly was. Someone who would love her unconditionally and lift her out of the darkness she had been trapped in for so long.

But as Alpha Marcus’s voice boomed across the pack grounds, calling her name, Seraphina felt her heart drop. Something was wrong. His tone was cold, detached, and lacking the warmth that should have accompanied a moment like this.

"Seraphina Stone," he called again, his voice echoing in the night air, commanding her attention.

Seraphina took a deep breath, her feet feeling like lead as she moved toward the pack gathering. She could feel every pair of eyes on her as she walked through the crowd, her nerves fraying with each step. She had been dreading this moment for days, ever since whispers began circulating about Alpha Marcus finding his mate.

The bond between them pulsed, a warm, steady beat in her chest, reminding her of what was supposed to be. But something in the pit of her stomach twisted as she met Marcus’s gaze. His eyes were hard, unreadable, and as cold as the night air.

When she finally stood before him, Seraphina could feel the tension in the crowd. The pack members were silent, their eyes flicking between her and their Alpha. Some looked curious, others disdainful. She could practically feel their judgment weighing down on her, a suffocating pressure that threatened to crush her. She hated it, hated being the center of their scornful attention, hated being reminded of her low status.

"Come closer," Marcus ordered, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

Seraphina obeyed, her feet moving of their own accord, though her entire body screamed at her to turn and run. This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel. The bond between mates was supposed to be a blessing, a gift from the Moon Goddess. But the look in Marcus’s eyes was far from loving or welcoming. It was cold, calculating.

When she finally stood just a few feet away from him, Seraphina tried to meet his gaze, searching for any sign of warmth or recognition. But all she saw was disdain. Her heart sank, the hope she had clung to for so long slipping through her fingers like sand.

"Seraphina Stone," Marcus said again, his voice quieter now, but no less authoritative. "I, Marcus Blackthorn, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, reject you as my mate and Luna."

The words hit her like a physical blow. Seraphina staggered, her breath catching in her throat as the reality of what he had said sank in. He was rejecting her. Her mate. The one person who was supposed to accept her for who she was, who was supposed to see her as more than just an omega, was rejecting her in front of the entire pack.

A single tear slid down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away, refusing to let them see her break. Not here. Not now.

"Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. But in the eerie silence that had fallen over the gathering, her question rang out loud and clear.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, his expression one of cold amusement. "Because you’re weak, Seraphina. You’re the runt of the pack. An omega. How could you possibly think I would ever choose someone like you to be my Luna? I need strength by my side. Power. Not weakness."

His words were like knives, cutting deep into her soul. She wanted to scream, to fight back, to tell him that he didn’t know her, that he didn’t understand what she was capable of. But the words caught in her throat, choked by the lump of pain and anger that had formed there.

The pack was watching. Every single one of them. Some with pity, but most with smug satisfaction. They had always looked down on her, and now, with Marcus’s public rejection, they had all the confirmation they needed that she truly was worthless.

"You don’t know what I’m capable of," she said, her voice shaking but filled with a quiet fury.

Marcus smirked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Oh? And what exactly are you capable of, Seraphina? You’re nothing. You’ve always been nothing."

Those words were the breaking point. Something inside Seraphina snapped, the pain of the rejection fueling a fire deep within her that she hadn’t even known existed. She wasn’t going to stand here and let him humiliate her. Not like this. Not anymore.

"You’ll regret this," she whispered, her voice filled with a dangerous edge that surprised even her.

Marcus’s smirk faded slightly, replaced with a flicker of irritation. "Is that a threat?" he asked, his tone dripping with condescension.

"No," Seraphina said, standing taller, squaring her shoulders. "It’s a promise."

For a moment, silence hung between them, thick and heavy. Then, without another word, Seraphina turned on her heel and walked away. She could feel the eyes of the pack on her back, feel their whispers and judgments swirling around her, but she didn’t care. She didn’t stop. She didn’t falter. Each step was a rebellion, a refusal to be crushed by the weight of their scorn.

The pain in her chest was unbearable, the bond between her and Marcus fraying and tearing with every step she took. She could feel Nyx, her wolf, whimpering in agony, the rejection affecting her just as much as it did Seraphina. But Seraphina couldn’t stop. If she stayed, if she let herself break in front of them, they would win. And she couldn’t let that happen.

As she crossed the boundary of the Blackthorn Pack’s territory, Seraphina made a silent vow. She would never return. Not to Marcus. Not to the pack that had abandoned her. She would survive on her own. She would find a way to be strong without them.

And one day, they would all pay for what they had done to her.

The forest stretched out before her, dark and foreboding, but Seraphina didn’t hesitate. She had no idea where she was going or what would happen next, but she knew one thing for certain—she was not the weak, powerless omega they had made her out to be.

She was the daughter of an Alpha. And though her pack had cast her aside, she would rise again.