A Rogue Unfit to Be the Alpha's Luna

The year I became a Rogue and nearly died in the snow, I stumbled upon Alpha Silas. Back then, he was barely clinging to life, his body beaten and bloodied, not a single patch of skin untouched. I remember hearing him mutter through chattering teeth, "Maybe… I don’t deserve to be an Alpha." After that, I scavenged for food among Rogues, stole scraps from human homes, did everything I could to keep him alive. Slowly, he found his strength again—his confidence returned, and with fire in his eyes, he fought his way back and reclaimed his title as Alpha. He once swore to me, "Elsa, you’ll be my Luna. I’ll never let you down for the rest of my life." But just when I was waiting—heart full of hope—for him to keep that promise, the Moon Goddess chose someone else to be his mate. He said he’d never accept her. But time and time again, he gave in—drawn to her, favoring her more and more. "Elsa, she’s just a young girl who doesn’t know any better. You’re being too hard on her!" And in that moment, I knew… It was time for me to leave.

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