The Alpha's Rejected Luna, The Enemy's Crowned Queen

(Lyra's POV)

​They say time heals everything; well, that's just a stupid lie the patriarchy put in place to deceive us. Time doesn't heal shit, especially when you've spent every single day being reminded of what you lost. Seventeen years after my parents died, and the pack still blamed me for it. Instead of being treated like family, I automatically became the Blackwoods' personal servant.

"Lyra! Come down here." My aunt's sharp voice echoed from downstairs, snapping me out of my thoughts.

​The smell of food and wine filled the air as I walked towards the dining room. Tonight, the house was louder than usual. Warriors and elders filled the mansion, their annoying laughter echoing through the walls while servants rushed around trying not to make mistakes. I tightened my grip around the tray in my hands.

​"I'm coming," I answered, trying to mask the irritation in my voice.

The hallway was bright and warm, decorated with gold lamps and expensive paintings that once belonged to my parents. I passed them every day, but I still felt like a stranger in my own home. It wasn't my home anymore; the Blackwoods made sure I never forgot that.

​The moment I entered the dining room, my cousins barely even looked at me. Andrew sat comfortably beside his mate, Jessica, while Andre laughed with a few warriors at the table, and Aurora was basically throwing herself at future Alpha Dylan.

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Dylan Ashford was every girl's dream mate. He was tall, strong, handsome, and powerful. He had these icy blue eyes that could silence a room. I tried not to look at him for too long; girls like me were not supposed to look at men like him.

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My aunt and uncle stood near the fireplace, talking to the elders like they owned everything in the room. Well, technically, they did; ever since my parents died, she inherited everything: their house, their power, their respect. Me.

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"Finally, I thought we were going to die of thirst." She and the other elders laughed.

I lowered my head. "I'm sorry it won't happen again."

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"It better not," Jessica added with her stupid fake smile. "I almost choked waiting."

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"Maybe that's what she wants." Andre laughed

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"Maybe she wants to kill your pup in your stomach." The entire table burst into laughter, well, except Dylan.

"I would never do that," I said softly.

"And who said you could speak, bitch?" Andrew looked at me for the first time that night. His eyes were cold.

I just stood there, forcing myself not to react even though humiliation burned through me like fire. That was exactly what they wanted, a reaction. Something they could laugh at for the rest of the night.

Aurora placed a dramatic hand over her stomach and leaned closer to Dylan. "Oh, please," she giggled softly. "Lyra wouldn't dare."

"I'm sorry. " I could feel Dylan's eyes looking at me, and that always made my heart flutter. I hated that just a single glance from him could make my heart skip, but when I looked up, his attention was already back on Aurora.

Of course it was. Aurora belonged in rooms like this. She was beautiful, confident, and not clumsy like me. Her blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her dress showed just enough skin to make every warrior in the room look twice.

I, on the other hand, wore an oversized hand me down hoodie, and my hair was always in a messy bun. Who would even think of looking at me like that? Sometimes I wondered what it would feel like to walk into a room and not want to disappear.

"Lyra," my aunt snapped.

I quickly looked at her. "Yes, Aunt Irene?"

"After serving dinner, clean the guest rooms upstairs. The mating ceremony is tomorrow, and I won't have elders sleeping in dusty rooms because of your stupidity."

The mating ceremony.

My stomach twisted at the words. Every wolf waited for that ceremony. It was the night the Moon Goddess revealed fated mates. The night lives changed forever.

For most people, it was exciting; for me, it was terrifying because what if I had no mate? Or worse, what if he rejects me in front of everybody?

I had survived many things, but I didn't know if I could survive being rejected by the one person meant to love and protect me.

"Aren't you too old to still be unmated?" Jessica asked, pretending to think. "How old are you now? Twenty? Twenty three?"

"I kind of pity whoever gets this one as their mate," Andrew added.

"Shut up, Andrew," Aurora added. "What if her mate has seen her but is too ashamed to accept her?" I focused on pouring wine into the next glass, but my hand shook. A small drop fell on Dylan's grey trousers.

"Are you crazy?" Aurora shouted.

"It's fine; it's barely even noticeable," Dylan said, trying to clean the stain.

My aunt's face changed immediately.

"Lyra." The room went quiet. My face went pale.

"I'm so sorry," I rushed out, grabbing a napkin. "I'll clean it."

She walked toward me slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. I kept my head down as I wiped the stain.

"I said I'm sorry." Before I could move, she grabbed my wrist tightly. Her nails dug into my skin.

"You should be grateful we kept you alive after everything you caused." No matter how many times they said it, those words always hurt.

"Everything you caused," like I asked the rogues to attack, like I asked the fire to burn, as if I asked my parents to die saving me.

"I didn't cause it," I muttered under my breath.

The room fell silent; my aunt's grip tightened so much I started bleeding.

"What did you just say?" I instantly regretted speaking.

"I..." My voice broke. "Nothing."

Her eyes narrowed. "That's what I thought."

She released my wrist, pushing my hand away as if touching me disgusted her.

"Finish serving and get out of my sight." I nodded quickly and picked up the tray again. My wrist burned, but I ignored it.

Dylan was still looking at me as if he wanted to say something.

By the time the party was finally over, the house had gone quiet again. I sat on the floor beside my bed with my knees pulled tightly against my chest while hunger twisted painfully inside my stomach. I tried to ignore it, but honestly, I just felt worse.

Moonlight slipped softly through the window. I used to love nights like this. My dad would lift me onto his shoulders so I could "see the whole world better."

"Higher, Lyra?" he'd ask, and I'd laugh every time.

Then the memory hit too fast.

Smoke everywhere.

Blood on the floor.

My father held the door back while rogues forced their way into the house.

"Run, Lyra!"

I remember my mom's screams, and I still remember her hands shoving me through the broken wall while the roof started collapsing around us. I still remember what people said that day; I still remember the looks in my father's eyes...

I never saw them again after that night.

I stayed beside the window, staring out at the dark forest while the packhouse slowly grew quieter downstairs. I looked down at my hand, still feeling the strange warmth from Dylan's touch, but I quickly brushed that thought off.

Maybe tomorrow I'd finally shift. Maybe then people would stop looking at me like something was wrong with me.

I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes while the room grew quiet around me.

"Is there even a point anymore?"

My fingers brushed against the rusted blade lying beside my bed. Maybe they were right. Maybe I shouldn't have survived that night. Maybe things would have been easier if I'd died with my parents.

The pack loved my parents; they just hated what they died for.

Tomorrow was the memorial and my birthday.

Worst combination ever.

I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes for a second; maybe tomorrow would finally change something; maybe people would stop looking at me like some broken mistake the Moon Goddess forgot to finish making.

I pushed myself off the floor slowly and started moving towards my bed, then I felt my chest tighten like something was violently biting my heart. I grabbed the wall before I lost my balance. Pain shot through my body so fast my legs almost stopped working.

"What the hell?

The room suddenly felt too hot and small. I felt something crawling under my skin; a deep growl echoed faintly inside my head.

"Lyra!!"

My heart slammed painfully against my ribs while the strange feeling spread through my chest faster and faster; the mark that had been on my arms that kept appearing and disappearing for years started glowing.

"Finally, it's happening."

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(Lyra's POV)

My alarm kept ringing for what felt like the hundredth time. I groaned and shoved my pillow over my head.

"It's too early."

The wind blew my curtains, and rays of sunlight suddenly hit my face.

"Traitor." I reached for my phone and almost knocked it off the table before the alarm finally stopped. The room was finally silent.

I barely slept that night. Every time I tried, I would remember what Andre said, the way my arm kept glowing, the way my windows cracked.

For a moment, I just lay there staring at the ceiling as the sun slowly warmed parts of the room. I looked at the window; it was back to normal.

Weird, maybe it was just a dream. I reached for the mark on my arm; it had gone back to normal again.

"Lyra?"

"Lyra, are you in there?" "Iris said," as she knocked on the door.

"Yes, come in."

"Iris?" The door opened slowly.

"I brought something for you," she squealed.

"You really didn't have to."

"Of course I did," she grinned before throwing the bag onto my bed.

Unlike everyone else in this pack, Iris never looked at me with pity or disgust. She treated me like a normal person, and honestly, that alone was enough to make me love her so much.

"Iris, what's in this?" I frowned and unfolded the bag. It was a very beautiful silver dress.

My eyes widened instantly. "Iris..."

"Don't start crying yet. "I borrowed it from my cousin before you ask."

I ran my fingers over the soft fabric carefully. It was beautiful, too beautiful for me.

"I can't wear this."

"Of course you can and you will."

"It's too expensive."

"And? You don't deserve nice things?"

"And people will stare."

She crossed her arms. "People will always stare, Lyra."

I hated that she was right.

I looked down at the dress again before shaking my head. "The mark."

"We'll cover it," Iris said quickly. "Like always."

My chest tightened, "Like always," almost like it was our slogan. I was so tired of hearing those words: hide the mark, hide yourself, hide every piece of you that people might hate.

I would be doing that this time, "You know what."

"What?"

"Let's not hide it this time. I mean, if I'm meeting my mate today. He should know me as me; if he doesn't want me, he can reject me. I'm not going to be the first person to be rejected."

"Atta girl."

"I'm loving this new you.

"You deserve one good night," Iris said softly this time.

By the time it was night, the entire pack stood under the full moon, saying their prayers to the Moon Goddess

Lights glowed across the mansion while music echoed through the courtyard outside. Wolves filled the halls, dressed in expensive clothes and jewelry, all waiting for the mating ceremony to begin.

I stood near the staircase, nervously pulling at the sleeves of my dress.

The silver fabric hugged my body softly; it made my boobs and hips stand out more. Iris had even curled my hair, though I still felt painfully out of place compared to every other woman in the room.

Especially Aurora; she looked stunning tonight. Of course she did.

Her tight red off shoulder dress clung perfectly to her boobs while warriors practically tripped over themselves trying to speak to her, even though she was standing with Alpha Dylan, future Alpha of Moonstone Pack.

The moment I saw him, I stopped breathing. He looked so handsome tonight. His black suit fit perfectly on his broad shoulders, while his icy blue eyes scanned the crowded room calmly. Girls couldn't stop staring at him.

Honestly, I understood why.

"Stop staring at him like that," Iris whispered beside me.

I quickly looked away. "Like what?"

"Like you're imagining his cock inside you." I couldn't help but blush.

"Well, maybe I am." She laughed, "Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" Before I could answer, the loud voice of Elder Raymond echoed through the room.

"Tonight, the Moon Goddess will reveal the sacred bonds between destined mates."

"As you pass this cup, prick yourself with your needle, let your blood flow into the cup, and wait for your mate to find you," he said as he left the room.

The room instantly became silent, then a line formed as people started moving towards the cup. My stomach kept doing somersaults.

Some people found their mates immediately, while some people cried happily after finding their mates, and some cried when they were rejected.

I watched quietly from the back, trying to ignore the growing anxiety inside my chest as I watched my blood fall into the cup. My eyes scanned the room. Nothing. Nothing happened.

I lowered my head quickly, embarrassment creeping through me.

Maybe Andre was right; maybe fate didn't want me either.

Then I suddenly felt pain in my chest; my heart was beating so fast, and the room started spinning. My body started feeling warm, then my eyes met his.

Dylan Ashford froze, his icy blue eyes locked with mine instantly.

"Mate."

The word echoed inside my head like a whisper from the Moon Goddess herself. My mate, for one beautiful second, I forgot every horrible thing people ever said about me because fate had finally chosen me.

The future Alpha was my mate. "Oh, fuck! The future Alpha is my mate." I muttered under my breath.

"What!!!" Aurora screamed; her screams brought me back to reality. Around us, people were already whispering.

"Lyra?"

"No way..."

"The wolfless girl?"

"This can't be real."

I barely heard them. I couldn't stop looking at Dylan; his expression had completely changed. Shock filled his face as he stared at me.

Fear crawled into my chest. What if he rejects me? right here in front of everyone. Okay, best case scenario, he accepts me publicly, then rejects me privately.

"Silence." Dylan walked toward me. The crowd immediately moved aside for him; every step he took made my heart pound harder. When he finally stopped in front of me, I could barely breathe.

He was so close, close enough for me to notice the faint scent of pine and smoke oud perfume, close enough to see confusion burning behind his eyes.

The room had gone completely silent now; everyone was waiting, waiting for him to reject me. Aurora was crying in her mom's arms, and Aunt Irene looked at me with pure hatred.

Then Dylan slowly reached for my hand, and the moment his fingers touched mine, it felt like an orgasm flowed through my body.

His jaw tightened before he spoke loud enough for the entire room to hear. "I accept you, Lyra Vale, as my mate and Luna." Gasps and uncomfortable clapping filled the air. I felt like I stopped breathing for a while.

He accepted me; he actually accepted me. I couldn't help but start crying, and he pulled me into his chest. For the first time in years, I felt wanted, chosen, and loved.

Dylan gently hugged me tighter before lowering his head slightly toward mine.

"You're shaking," he murmured quietly.

"I'm sorry. I'm just scared." I admitted, his eyes softened for the first time that night.

"You don't have to be." And for some reason, I believed him.

Later that night, after the ceremony ended and most guests had gone home, Dylan led me quietly to his room. My heart wouldn't stop racing, and everything still felt like a dream. He accepted me, not Aurora. Me, the moment the bedroom door closed behind us, silence filled the room.

We were standing so close to each other. Dylan kept staring at me carefully, like he was still trying to understand something; maybe he was about to reject me. I thought to myself.

"You're nervous," he said softly.

I laughed shakily. "Can you blame me?" he smirked.

"You're my mate now, Lyra." Dylan reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers moved gently against my skin, nothing like the roughness I was used to.

I shuddered. "No one has ever touched you before, have they?" he asked quietly. "Do you want this?"

Embarrassment flooded me immediately. I've had the conversation about the mating ceremony night with Iris millions of times, but I didn't actually have any experience. I nodded my head.

Something dark flashed through his eyes at my answer, then his hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer carefully.

"So you're a virgin. "I nodded my head.

"I'll be careful, I promise," he whispered before he kissed me hungrily and loosened my corset. "Holy shit! I'm kissing Alpha Dylan.

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(Lyra's pov)

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My back hit the soft bed as he tried to open my buttons. He must have gotten tired because he just ripped the dress, revealing my round boobs and pussy.

​"Hey! I have to return this dress; it's not mine." I complained, using my hands to cover my breasts.

​"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll get the person a new one and send them a gift basket."

​"Besides, a dress shouldn't have that many buttons for what we're about to do." He smirked at me.

​He kissed me again, and he tasted like oud smoke and candy mixed together. When his tongue finally slides inside my mouth, he lets out a raspy groan that vibrates through me. I could already feel myself getting wet.

​He moved one hand up my body to cup my left boob, and the other hand was already playing with my pussy.

​My entire body is hot and aching for his dick. I could feel his erection on the side of my thigh. Then he reaches for my hand and places it directly on the hard bulge in his pants. In the same breath, he sticks two of his fingers inside my pussy, going in and out slowly at first, then faster, while I stroked his dick. I've never given hand jobs before, but because of Iris's stories about her sexual encounters, I had somewhat of an experience.

​"Is this okay?" he asks as he strokes between my legs.

I nod and stroke his cock again, and a moan slips out of his mouth.

​"Fuck, hold on." He gets up from me, and my heart stops when he unzips his pants. He eases them down just low enough to free his dick from his boxers.

"Better, now where were we?" he smirked at me.

​"I believe you were about to fuck me, my lord." He laughed at my stupid answer. He leaned in and kissed me again. With his free hand, he takes my right hand and brings it to his dick. gently wrapping my fingers around the shaft. He's long and hard, his smooth, hot flesh sliding easily.

​We don't stop kissing. Not even to come up for air. We're both panting, our tongues tangling, and our hands hard at work. His thumb presses on my clit as his finger moves inside me, and for the first time in my life, I have my first orgasm.

​Minutes pass or maybe hours. I had no idea, but his finger was still inside me.

"Lie back. I want to tease you a little." I immediately cringed the moment those words came out of my mouth.

​"Okay, my Queen."

​I drag his shirt up and explore every inch of his chest with my mouth, kissing my way down his stomach. He groaned.

​"Are you okay up there?"

​"Fuck yes, I'm more than okay." I lower my head and take his dick in my mouth.

"God, this is fucking amazing," he groaned. I torture him with my tongue, licking his shaft; his balls tighten; I give his dick a long, hard suck, and then he cums in my mouth. I swallowed every single drop.

​"I'm ready," I whisper in his ear. That must have set him off because for someone I had just finished draining, he suddenly jumped with excitement. I lay down on my back.

​"I'm going to be careful, I promise," he smirked as he hovered over me.

​"Come on, baby, rip the bandage off." I pushed "Fuck me."

​"Don't rush me. Young lady." His gaze softens as he sweeps it over my face.

​"Are you sure?"

​"Yes, I've waited twenty fucking years for this," I answered as he shoved his cock inside my pussy inch by inch. I gasped and closed my eyes; the pain took me by surprise. He's all the way inside now, but he wasn't moving; he just stared at me.

​"You with me?" he murmurs.

​I nod. "Continue."

​"How're you doing?"

​I roll my eyes. "I'm fine. How about you?" he laughed.

​Finally, he does something other than lie motionless on top of me. His dick inches out, just slightly, then glides back in. I felt pleasure erupt through every part of my body. "Oh, do that again."

​"You sure? I'm trying to give you time to adjust."

​"I'm good. I promise."

​He leans in to kiss me, and then his hips begin to move slower at first. The more I moaned, the faster and harder he became. I held him tight, digging my fingers into his strong back.

​"Wrap your legs around me," he rasps.

I do, and the angle changes immediately, deeper contact, locking our bodies tighter than before. He fills with his cum, over and over again, each long stroke intensifying the ache inside me, until every square inch of my skin is hot and tight and screaming for relief. My clit was swollen and throbbing for more. He hit a spot deep inside, and then we had our first orgasm at the same time.

​I arched my back and slammed my eyes shut, my breath stuck in my throat, my lips glued to his. "Oh fuck." He slams his dick in one last time. His back, damp with sweat, trembles beneath my palms as he groans with relief. He turns his head towards my neck and leaves me with a mark.

His heart hammers against my breasts, and I feel almost smug because I did this to him. I made him curse and groan and wobble as if the world beneath his feet had vanished. I made the Alpha cum; the Alpha made me cum.

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"Fuck, I love sex," I muttered under my breath.

​"You know, for a first timer, you're really good." He replied, "I didn't know he heard me.

​"Thank you, Alpha."

​"You don't have to thank me ,it's my duty to make my mate cum as much as she wants." He smirked, "And also, you don't have to call me Alpha; you can call me Dylan."

​"Okay, noted," I said as I looked away before he could notice me blushing.

​We went for like five extra rounds before we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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