The White Wolf He Threw Away Returns As Luna

On my eighteenth birthday, the Moon Goddess finally revealed my fated mate.

It was Marcus, the Alpha heir who had saved me from the wreckage of my life when I was a child.

I thought this was my fairy tale ending.

But as I reached for him, trembling with adoration, he didn't pull me into his arms.

He looked at me with eyes cold as ice.

"You are an Omega, Ellie," he said, his voice flat. "You have no strength. The pack needs a Luna who can lead, not a charity case I picked up from the mud."

He didn't just reject me.

He used the Alpha Command to force me to snap the bond myself, tearing my soul in half.

Then, he banished me.

He threw me out into the rain with nothing but the clothes on my back, convinced I was worthless garbage.

But Marcus made a fatal mistake.

He didn't know that my "weakness" was actually the dormant power of the legendary White Wolf.

And he certainly didn't know that when he kicked me out, I was already pregnant with the very heir he was so desperate to secure.

Four years later, I returned to his territory.

I wasn't the shivering girl he threw away anymore.

I was the Luna of the most powerful pack in the region, standing beside a man who worshipped the ground I walked on.

And the little boy holding my hand?

He had silver hair and Marcus's eyes.

When Marcus saw us, he fell to his knees, begging for a second chance.

I looked down at him and smiled.

"I accept your rejection, Alpha."

Chapter 1

Ellie POV:

My bones were breaking.

That was the only way to describe the agony of the first Shift. It didn't just hurt; it devastated me. It felt like a thousand hot iron rods were being hammered into my spine, violently twisting my human frame into something else.

Something primal.

I screamed, my voice cracking and reverberating against the cold stone walls of the pack house basement.

"Breathe, Ellie. Let the wolf in."

The voice was deep, commanding, and painfully familiar. Marcus.

Even through the red haze of pain, his presence anchored me. Marcus Thorne. The future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. He was ten years my senior, the man who had scooped me up from the wreckage of my life when I was a ten-year-old orphan, shivering and covered in my parents' blood after a Rogue attack.

He had been my guardian. My protector. And secretly, in the quiet, desperate corners of my heart, I hoped for something more.

Tonight was my eighteenth birthday. Tonight, the Moon Goddess would decide my fate.

A final, sickening crack echoed through the room. My vision blurred, then sharpened with terrifying intensity. The pain vanished, replaced by a surge of raw, intoxicating power. I was on all fours. I looked down at my paws. They were sleek, silver-white.

*I am here,* a voice whispered in the back of my mind. My wolf.

Then, it hit me.

The scent.

It wasn't the damp, mildewed smell of the basement or the metallic tang of my own blood. It was a scent that assaulted my senses like a physical blow—rich Cedar wood after a storm, mixed with the intoxicating sweetness of Wild Rose.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever smelled. It made my mouth water. It made my soul, which had felt fragmented since the day my parents died, suddenly snap into place.

*Mate,* my wolf purred, her voice dripping with adoration. *Mate!*

I shifted back, the human flesh knitting together rapidly. Not caring about my nudity, my human eyes sought him out. Marcus stood in the shadows, his tall frame rigid as a statue. His jaw was clenched so hard a muscle ticked violently in his cheek.

He smelled it too. I saw the dilation of his pupils, the way his nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent greedily. The air between us crackled with static electricity.

"Marcus," I breathed, reaching for a blanket to cover myself, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "It’s you."

I took a tentative step forward, expecting him to close the distance. I expected the embrace I had dreamed of for years. I expected him to tell me that the silver locket I gave him—the one holding my mother’s secrets—was safe, that I was safe.

But he didn't move.

His eyes, usually warm when they looked at me, were now cold. Ice cold. They scanned my small frame, my trembling hands, and the Omega status that had defined me for so long.

"Marcus?" I whispered, fear coiling in my gut.

He took a step back. It was a small movement, but it felt like he had slapped me.

"You are an Omega, Ellie," he said. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "You have no strength. You bring nothing to the pack."

"I... I just shifted," I stammered, desperation clawing at my throat. "I can get stronger. I am your Mate, Marcus! The Moon Goddess chose us!"

He looked away, staring at the wall as if he couldn't bear the sight of me. "The pack needs a Luna who can lead. A Luna with a powerful bloodline. Not a charity case I picked up from the mud."

My breath hitched. *Charity case.*

"Marcus, please," I begged, tears welling up and spilling over. "I love you."

He looked back at me then, and for a second, I saw a flash of regret. Raw, agonizing regret. But it was quickly swallowed by a steel wall of Alpha resolve. He straightened his back, his Alpha aura flaring out, suffocating me.

"I have a duty to this family. To this Pack."

He took a deep breath. The air in the room grew heavy, pressing down on my lungs like lead. I knew what was coming. My wolf howled in protest, scratching at the back of my mind, begging him to stop.

"I, Marcus Thorne, Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack," he began, his voice booming with the power of the Alpha Command, "reject you, Ellie, as my mate."

The pain was instantaneous.

It wasn't physical like the Shift. It was spiritual. It felt like an invisible hand had reached into my chest and ripped my heart out by the roots. The bond that had just formed, that beautiful, golden thread connecting our souls, snapped.

I gasped, falling to my knees, clutching my chest as if to hold myself together.

*No... no...* my wolf whimpered, curling into a ball in the deepest, darkest corner of my mind.

Marcus looked down at me, his face a mask of stone. "Accept it, Ellie. Break the bond. It is an order."

An order. He was using the Alpha Command on me. On his Mate.

I looked up at him through my tears. The man I worshipped. The man I trusted with my life, with my mother's locket. He was gone. In his place stood a stranger who cared more about status than the gift of the Goddess.

My soul felt dead. Hollow.

"I..." My voice was a broken whisper. "I, Ellie, accept your rejection."

The final snap was deafening in the silence. The warmth vanished, leaving me freezing cold.

"You will leave the pack," Marcus said, turning his back on me. "Tonight. I don't want to see you here by morning."

I didn't argue. I didn't beg. I just stared at his broad back, the back I used to ride on when I was a child.

I stood up, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I didn't say goodbye. I didn't ask for my locket back.

I turned and ran.

I ran out of the basement, out of the pack house, and into the dark, rainy night. I didn't know where I was going. The only word that floated in my shattered mind was a place my mother used to whisper about in her stories.

*Florence.*