The Alpha's Abandoned Mate Is The True Luna

Elara Thorne POV: The wind cut through my thin tunic, a bitter cold that seeped into my bones. My hand, resting on my son Cole’s shoulder, felt like a block of ice. It was a dead weight, a brand of my failure. I was about to do the unthinkable. Guilt was a physical thing, a sickness churning in my stomach. For months, I’d endured it all. The pack shunning me after my mate left, our food rations stolen by stronger wolves, the wall of our hovel kicked in for sport. I did it all to protect my children, but now, to save my daughter Faye from starving, I had to sacrifice my son. Cole looked up at me. His emerald green eyes, so like my own, held no tears. There was only a quiet, chilling disappointment that was worse than any accusation. That look shattered what was left of my soul. From the shadows of the Blackstone Forest, a figure emerged. Jax. The rogue wolf’s scent was a foul mix of greed and unwashed fur. He held out a grimy hand. "Give him to me, Elara," he rasped, his mud-brown eyes fixed on Cole. "Your troubles are over." My own wolf, a weak and starved Omega, whimpered in my mind. A pathetic plea. I felt my fingers begin to loosen, the final act of surrender. Then, a small, weak sound cut through the air. A cough. It came from the bundle strapped to my chest. Faye. The sound was a lightning strike to my heart. My entire world, which had been gray and shrinking, exploded in a flash of white-hot light. A voice, ancient and powerful, thundered in my mind. It was female, cold as a winter moon, and filled with absolute authority. *My bloodline does not yield.* A searing heat shot up my spine, flooding every limb, chasing away the cold, the hunger, the weakness. The fog of despair in my mind vanished, replaced by a crystal-clear, icy resolve. My eyes snapped to Jax. He flinched. In one swift, powerful motion, I yanked Cole behind me, shoving him behind my legs and shielding him with my body. The movement was fluid and strong, nothing like the starved Omega I had been moments ago. Jax stared, his jaw slack. I could see his nostrils flare as he scented the air. The cloying scent of my fear was gone, replaced by something else. Something that made his inner wolf bristle. "Get lost, Jax," I said. My voice didn't tremble. It was low and steady. "The deal is off." Rage twisted his features. He lunged, his hand reaching for Cole. "You bitch—" A growl ripped from my chest, but it wasn't the whine of an Omega. It was a deep, guttural sound that carried the weight of an Alpha's command. Jax froze mid-step, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and primal fear. He took a stumbling step back. I didn't give him a second glance. I scooped Faye into my arms, grabbed Cole’s hand, and turned my back on him. My spine was straight, my steps certain. I didn't look back. When we reached our dilapidated hovel, I shoved a heavy rock against the flimsy door. I turned to face my children. They were huddled together, staring at me. Not with relief, but with fear. I was a stranger to them. The gnawing hunger in my stomach returned, a painful reminder of our reality. But as the pain flared, a vision bloomed behind my eyes: a forest bathed in ethereal moonlight, teeming with life. I could smell it, the scent of fat, healthy prey. The Goddess’s gift. The Sacred Hunting Ground. I knelt before my children, my voice soft but filled with a confidence I had never known. "Don't be afraid," I said. "Mama will find us food." As I spoke, a fragment of a long-forgotten memory surfaced. The worried face of a pack elder, his voice a low whisper from my childhood. *“The descendant of the Moon Goddess will face a great calamity, but in her despair, she will bring forth a new dawn…”* I looked at my terrified children, at our broken home. I, Elara Thorne, would not let the calamity happen. From tonight, everything changes.