Once a Rejected Luna, Now a Rising QueenChapter 1
Ella's POV
My mate, Draven Blackthorn, the powerful Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, brought his chosen she-wolf home on our seventh mating anniversary.
“Freya is finally carrying my pup. You must look after her, her safety will be your priority. If the baby is a male, he will be the rightful heir and future Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack.”
He spoke as he pulled out a chair for the omega named Freya Hart, but he never even bothered sparing me a single glance.
“She’s fragile and easily unsettled, so try not to be difficult. Don’t let your jealousy ruin what should be a joyful night for everyone.”
The Alpha added.
I said nothing.
Instead, I just reached for my travel bag and headed toward the door.
Sensing I truly meant to leave, Freya’s eyes instantly filled with tears. A perfect act she wore, like it's part of her skin.
She rose quickly and said:
“Alpha Draven, please don’t. I should be the one to back away. No, I’m already thankful that Luna Ella doesn’t despise me. Please, don’t fight over me.”
“Stop worrying about her. She’ll return soon enough. Once my temper ignites, she’ll crawl back begging at my feet, I am sure of it.”
Alpha Draven said coldly as he eased Freya back into her chair.
Freya's mother, who had arrived with her, sneered with contempt.
“What claim does a barren she-wolf have to the title of Luna? She's useless. Freya, eat. You carry my grandpup, the future Alpha. A wolf who can’t bear young is no different than a broken fang. Who else would want her?”
They didn’t realize my decision to leave wasn’t out of emotion—it was final.
I had no intention of ever stepping a paw back into that packhouse again.
Just as I reached the entrance, Draven called out, his voice as commanding as ever.
“Ella Moonfall.”
“Give that pregnant stray dog you’ve been sheltering to Freya. She’s always wanted another creature to give birth around the same time as her.”
I froze.
Outside, the small injured fox-like pup tied beneath the trees gave a whine, sensing me.
I remembered how Alpha Draven had once kicked the tiny creature with disgust when I’d tried to feed her.
I had begged him on my knees to let me keep her. He’d agreed—barely—but only if I left her outside, chained.
Now, all it took was a whim from Freya, and suddenly he was sentimental.
When I didn’t respond, Alpha Draven clicked his tongue in annoyance.