His Rejected Luna

The Truth He Tried to Bury

"Because rejecting you was the only way to keep you alive."

The words hang in the air between us, thick and heavy, sinking into my skin like ice. My breath catches in my throat.

Did I hear him right?

I search his face for deception, for some cruel joke, but Kieran isn't smirking. He isn't sneering, or indifferent, or looking at me with the same cold detachment he did the night he rejected me.

He looks… raw.

Exposed.

Like he never wanted to say those words out loud.

My pulse hammers against my ribs. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Kieran's jaw tightens, his golden eyes darkening, but he doesn't answer.

The silence stretches between us, suffocating.

Then, Caelum exhales a sharp laugh. "And there it is."

My head whips toward him. He watches Kieran with an expression that borders on amusement, but there's something sharp beneath it. Something knowing.

"You finally admit it," Caelum continues, pushing off the tree he had been leaning against. "Took you long enough, Alpha."

Kieran's muscles coil, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Stay out of this."

Caelum smirks. "You keep saying that, but I'm starting to think you don't actually want me to."

I snap.

"Enough!" My voice comes out harsher than I intend, but I don't care. I turn back to Kieran, my heart pounding. "Tell me what you mean, Kieran. Now."

His gaze flicks to mine, something unreadable flashing behind his eyes.

He looks… torn.

Like he's at war with himself.

But I don't have the patience for his hesitation. Not when everything I thought I knew is unraveling before me.

"I deserve the truth," I say, my voice quieter now, but no less demanding. "You owe me that much."

His jaw clenches.

And then, finally—finally—he speaks.

"There was a prophecy."

I blink. "A prophecy?"

Kieran nods once, but the tension in his shoulders doesn't ease. "Before you were born, the elders of our pack received a vision.

A warning." His gaze flickers, like the memory alone is enough to unnerve him. "They saw a future where our pack would be torn apart.

Where a Luna would be the cause of our destruction."

My stomach knots.

A Luna.

Not just any Luna.

Me.

I shake my head. "That doesn't make sense."

Kieran exhales sharply. "That's what I thought too. But the elders believed it. And so did the Council."

The Council.

The high-ranking wolves that govern all the packs. The ones who enforce the old laws, who decide what is and isn't a threat to our kind.

A sickening realization coils in my gut.

"They wanted to get rid of me." My voice comes out hollow.

Kieran's hands tighten into fists. "Yes."

The world tilts beneath me.

I inhale sharply, trying to ground myself, but it doesn't help. Because suddenly, everything makes sense.

The way some pack members always treated me like I didn't belong. The whispers behind my back. The way the elders always watched me, like they were waiting for something to happen.

Like I was already doomed.

I swallow hard. "So what? You thought rejecting me would make the prophecy go away?"

Kieran's gaze darkens. "I thought it would keep you safe."

The words hit me like a slap.

I step back. "Safe?" My laugh is sharp, bitter.

"You think humiliating me in front of the entire pack, banishing me to rogue territory, leaving me to die—was keeping me safe?"

His entire body goes rigid.

"That's not—"

"Not what you meant?" I snap. "Then what did you mean, Kieran?"

Silence.

The muscles in his jaw flex, his golden eyes burning with frustration, but he doesn't deny it.

Because he knows.

He knows what he did.

And now, I do too.

The rejection wasn't to sever the mate bond.

It was to make me disappear.

To erase me from the pack.

From his life.

The weight of it crushes me.

Kieran rejected me not because he didn't want me.

But because he was afraid of what I was.

I shake my head, my throat tightening. "You let me think I wasn't good enough. You let me believe I was nothing."

Kieran's eyes flash with something raw, but I don't give him the chance to speak.

"I trusted you," I whisper, my voice breaking.

"And you destroyed me."

A long silence stretches between us.

I expect him to deny it. To argue. To fight.

But he doesn't.

He just looks at me, his jaw tight, his expression torn between regret and something else.

Something I can't afford to care about.

Because it's too late.

He can't take this back.

He can't undo this.

I turn on my heel, the forest blurring around me as I walk away.

Kieran doesn't stop me.

But Caelum does.

"You're not asking the right question," he murmurs as I pass him.

I pause, my heart still hammering.

Slowly, I turn to face him. "What?"

Caelum's silver eyes gleam under the moonlight. "

You're asking why he rejected you."

He takes a step closer, lowering his voice to something just above a whisper.

"But you should be asking…"

He leans in slightly, his next words sending a shiver down my spine.

"Why did the elders fear you in the first place?"

I freeze.

A chill spreads through my veins, colder than the night air, colder than anything I've ever felt before.

Because he's right.

Why did they fear me?

What am I?

The prophecy wasn't just about Aria's destruction—it was about what she could become. But what is she?