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.*

Ellie POV

The rain in Florence was heavier than I expected, a bone-deep chill that soaked through to the marrow.

It had been weeks. Or maybe months? Time had become a blur of gnawing hunger and violent shivering.

I sat huddled in a narrow alleyway near the Arno River, my clothes threadbare and soaked. The Rejection sickness was hollowing me out from the inside. My skin burned with fever, yet my bones felt like shards of ice.

My wolf was silent. She hadn't spoken since that night in the basement. Part of me feared she might be dead.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the few trinkets I had managed to keep. A small bracelet Marcus gave me when I was twelve. A faded ribbon.

I looked at the dark, swirling water of the river nearby.

"Garbage," I croaked, my throat raw and stinging.

I threw them in. I watched the water swallow the last pieces of my past. I felt nothing. No relief. No sadness. Just a hollow, aching void where my heart used to be.

*Crack.*

A sound from the mouth of the alley made me freeze.

Two men stood there. They were hulking figures, their eyes glowing a sickly yellow in the dark. Rogues. Wolves without a pack, driven mad by bloodlust.

They sniffed the air, their lips curling back to reveal rotting yellow teeth.

"Well, well," one of them growled, his voice like gravel grinding together. "A little stray Omega. She smells like heartbreak and death."

"Easy meat," the other sneered.

I tried to stand, but my legs gave out. I was too weak. I couldn't shift. I couldn't fight.

The first Rogue lunged. I scrambled backward, my spine hitting the damp brick wall with a thud. He grabbed my ankle, dragging me across the rough cobblestones. I screamed, kicking feebly, but his grip was like a steel trap.

"Shut her up," the second Rogue said, pulling something from his jacket.

It glinted in the moonlight. A gun.

He aimed it right at my heart. But it wasn't the bullet that terrified me. It was the material. Even in the dark, I could see the dull, whitish sheen.

Silver.

Pure silver. The only thing that could kill a wolf instantly, stopping our healing factor dead.

"Goodbye, little girl," he grinned.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the end. Maybe this was better. Maybe the pain would finally stop.

*ROAR!*

A sound like a sonic boom exploded in the alley. It wasn't human. It was the roar of a beast, primal and terrifyingly powerful.

I snapped my eyes open just in time to see a massive black shadow drop from the rooftops.

It landed on the Rogue with the gun, crushing him instantly. Bones snapped like dry twigs under a boot. The Rogue didn't even have time to scream.

The second Rogue released my ankle, stumbling back in terror. "Alpha... It's an Alpha!"

The black beast turned. It was a wolf, bigger than any I had ever seen, with fur as dark as the void between stars. It snarled, and the sound vibrated in my very bones.

With a blur of motion, the black wolf tore the second Rogue apart. Blood sprayed across the alley walls, mixing with the rain.

Silence fell.

I lay there, trembling, my vision fading at the edges. The fever was spiking. I was going to die anyway.

The massive black wolf turned toward me.

I flinched, expecting teeth. Expecting death.

But the wolf didn't attack. It lowered its massive head, sniffing me.

And then, it happened.

A scent enveloped me. It wasn't the metallic smell of blood. It was... Earth. Rich, dark soil after a summer rain. And Pine. Fresh, crisp pine needles.

My heart, which had been beating a slow, dying rhythm, suddenly skipped a beat. Then another.

*Thump-thump. Thump-thump.*

A jolt of electricity shot through my body, starting from my toes and racing up to my scalp. It was agonizing and ecstatic all at once.

The black wolf shifted. Bones cracked and reshaped, fur retracting into skin.

A man knelt before me. He was naked, oblivious to the cold rain. His body was sculpted like a Greek god, powerful muscles rippling under bronzed skin. But it was his eyes that captivated me. They were deep, endless blue, like the ocean.

He reached out a hand to touch my cheek.

I flinched, but his touch wasn't violent. It was warm. Searing hot.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered. His voice was deep, vibrating in my chest.

As his skin touched mine, a shockwave blasted through us.

*Mine!*

The roar didn't come from the alley. It came from inside my head. My wolf, my dormant, dying wolf, suddenly lifted her head and howled.

*Mate! Second Chance Mate!*

Tears streamed down my face. "How...?" I whispered.

"I found you," he said, his eyes filled with a fierce, protective light. "I am David. Alpha of the Blood Rose Pack."

He brought his wrist to his mouth, letting a drop of his Alpha blood fall onto my lips. "Drink. You need strength."

I swallowed. His blood tasted like fire and life. The pain in my chest, the hole Marcus had left, began to stitch itself together.

He scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the scent of Earth and Pine.

"Sleep, Little Wolf," he murmured against my hair. "I've got you. Nobody hurts you again."

For the first time since my parents died, I believed it.

Ellie POV

Four years.

It had been four years since I was nothing more than a shivering, broken girl cowering in an alleyway.

I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my art studio in Florence. The woman staring back at me was a stranger. My silver-white hair cascaded down my back in lustrous waves. My body, once frail and starved, was now curved and strong, honed by relentless training with the Blood Rose warriors.

But the most profound shift was in my eyes. They were no longer the fearful eyes of an Omega. They were the steel-grey eyes of a White Wolf.

"Are you ready, my love?"

David approached from behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his blue eyes meeting mine in the reflection.

"I am," I said, my voice steady.

The invitation lay on the table like a challenge. The Silver Moon Pack was hosting a gathering of Alphas. As the Luna of the Blood Rose Pack-though not yet officially marked, by my own choice to heal first-I was expected to attend.

"You don't have to go," David said softly, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. "I can burn the invitation."

"No." I turned in his arms, inhaling his calming scent of rich Earth and Pine. "I need to do this. I need to close the door properly."

I wasn't going back for Marcus. I was going back to pay a debt.

*

The Silver Moon Pack house hadn't changed, but it felt smaller now. Less imposing.

David held my hand as we walked through the grand double doors. The hall was filled with wolves in formal wear, the air thick with the scent of champagne and expensive perfume.

When we entered, the room went deathly silent.

The Blood Rose Pack was legendary for its strength, and David was feared. But the eyes weren't just on him. They were on me.

I wore a dress of deep crimson silk that hugged every curve, a stark contrast to the rags I had left in. My scent-no longer weak, but a powerful mix of Winter Frost and Lilac-rolled off me in intoxicating waves.

"Ellie?"

The voice came from the center of the room.

Marcus stood there. He looked older, tired. He was holding a glass of wine, and next to him clung a woman with blonde hair and a fake smile. Chloe.

Marcus stared at me as if he were seeing a ghost. His glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor.

"You..." he breathed, taking a step forward.

Then, his nostrils flared. He smelled David on me. He smelled the lingering scent of another Alpha wrapping around me like a protective cloak.

A low growl rumbled in Marcus's chest. His eyes flashed black. "You smell like him."

"Hello, Marcus," I said coolly.

"Who gave you permission to return?" Chloe sneered, stepping in front of Marcus. "And dressed like a whore, no less. Did you come to beg for scraps again?"

I didn't even spare her a glance. My gaze remained locked on Marcus.

"Explain yourself, Ellie!" Marcus roared. He didn't just shout; he used the Alpha Command. The pressure in the room dropped instantly. Beta and Omega wolves nearby flinched and lowered their heads, forced into submission by the sheer weight of his voice.

*Kneel!* his voice echoed in the Mind-Link, a command meant to force me to the floor.

I stood perfectly still.

I felt the pressure of his command wash over me, like a gentle breeze against a stone cliff. It didn't even make me blink. My White Wolf bloodline, fully awakened now, made me immune to the commands of a standard Alpha.

Marcus's eyes widened in shock. "How...?"

I reached into my clutch bag.

"I didn't come to explain," I said, my voice calm but carrying to every corner of the silent room. "I came to settle my debts."

I pulled out a silver box-the locket he had kept, which David had helped me retrieve through intermediaries months ago-and a check.

I walked up to him. Chloe tried to block me, raising a hand to slap me.

"Don't," I said. I didn't shout. I just let a fraction of my Luna aura slip out. It hit Chloe like a physical wall. She gasped, stumbling back, terror in her eyes.

I stopped in front of Marcus. I pressed the check against his chest.

"This covers the cost of the food I ate, the clothes I wore, and the roof over my head for eight years," I said. "Including interest."

Marcus looked down at the check. The amount was staggering.

"Ellie, I..." He looked at me, confusion and something akin to pain warring in his eyes. "You're... beautiful."

"I know," I said. "And I'm not yours."

I turned to leave.

"Wait!" Marcus grabbed my arm.

David was there in a flash, his hand clamping over Marcus's wrist. The sound of bones grinding filled the air.

"Let. Her. Go." David's voice was a low growl, vibrating with lethal promise.

Marcus glared at David, then back at me. He looked at the check, then at the confident woman standing before him. He slowly released my arm.

"You are making a mistake, Ellie," Marcus whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "You belong here. You are *my* mate."

I laughed. It was a dry, humorless sound.

"You rejected me, Marcus. Remember?" I leaned in close, so only he could hear. "I accepted it. The bond is dead. You killed it."

I took David's hand. "Let's go home."

As we walked away, I didn't look back. But I heard the gasps of the pack members as they looked at their Alpha, standing amidst shattered glass, holding a check from the girl he threw away.