Lunaire

They accused her of murder.
They tortured her with their hate.
He hated her for what she couldn't control.
She loved him beyond reason.
He rejected her.
She ran.

They thought they could break me. They were wrong.

My name is Lunaire Veylora, and I've been discarded by the people I trusted most. Betrayed by my blood, tormented by my past, and bound by a bond I never asked for. The chains around me don't just bind my wrists, they cage my soul.

He was once my protector. Now he is the Alpha, and the only thing he's left me with is pain.

I never asked for this. I never asked to be his mate, but here I am, trapped in his world, with him at the centre of it all, cold, cruel, and determined to make me remember my place.

But I'll fight. I'll fight until my body breaks, until my soul shatters, until I can't remember who I used to be.

Because no matter how deep this bond runs, I will never let him have control over me again.

[This isn't your typical werewolf rejection story. Oh no. This is different. In my world, my female leads don't crawl back to their pathetic mates. They rise, they break, and they move on, stronger, colder, and unrelenting.]