Chapter 4 The Human Luna
The night felt colder than ever. Elara sat on the edge of her small bed, staring at nothing. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying all day. Every time she tried to sleep, the words of the people came back to her ears.
“She is weak.”
“She will bring shame to the Alpha.”
“She is human, she doesn’t deserve him.”
She pressed her palms over her ears as if that could stop the whispers. But the voices were inside her head, repeating, louder and louder until she broke into another round of tears.
Her chest hurt. It was not just the insults. It was the way Damien had looked at her. Like she was a mistake. Like she was dirt.
“I didn’t ask for this,” she whispered to herself, her voice shaking. “I never asked to be anyone’s mate. Why, Goddess? Why me?”
The small room they gave her felt more like a prison. The walls were bare, the window tiny. She had no comfort, no one to run to. Her mother was gone. Her father too. She was all alone in a world that hated her.
Her stomach growled but she ignored it. She had no appetite. Pain was heavier than hunger.
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By morning, gossip had spread through the entire pack house like wildfire.
“Elara? That’s the Alpha’s mate?”
“Impossible. The Goddess must be punishing him.”
“A human Luna? We’re finished.”
Everywhere she walked, eyes followed her. Some looked with pity, others with disgust. Some even laughed openly.
She held her head down, her hands clutched together, trying not to let them see her tears. But it was impossible. Every whisper was a knife.
Clara stood tall in the middle of it all. She wore a bright smile, enjoying every second. When she saw Elara walk past, she made sure her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Look at her,” Clara said to her friends, smirking. “Is this what the Moon Goddess gave our Alpha? A weak girl who can’t even look people in the eye. She can’t even stand straight.”
Laughter followed. Elara’s steps faltered. She wanted to run, but she forced herself to keep walking. Running would only make them laugh more.
Her hands shook. Her heart pounded. She felt like she was drowning in shame.
Clara didn’t stop. “She will never survive the trials. Mark my words, she will run back to where she came from. A human can never be Luna.”
The words spread like poison. People repeated them as if they were truth.
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Inside the Alpha’s chamber, Damien stood by the window, staring at the forest. His wolf was restless, pacing inside him.
He told himself he didn’t care. He told himself she meant nothing. But the bond kept pulling at him, dragging Elara’s pain into his own chest. He felt her sadness as if it were his own. And it made him furious.
He slammed his fist into the wall, cracking the wood. “Damn her,” he growled. “Why should I feel her weakness?”
Roland entered quietly. “The pack is restless. They don’t understand, Alpha. A human Luna—”
“Don’t say it again,” Damien snapped. His eyes flashed. “I will not accept her. The trials will show everyone what she really is.”
Roland hesitated. “And if she survives them?”
Damien turned sharply, his jaw tight. “She won’t.”
But even as he said it, his wolf growled low, uncertain.
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Elara didn’t leave her room the rest of the day. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tears sliding down her cheeks. She thought of her parents, of the little life she used to live before all this.
She remembered how her mother used to sing to her when she was sad. She remembered her father’s gentle hands. They would have defended her. They would never have let anyone hurt her like this.
But now she had no one. No family. No friends. Just a bond she never asked for.
She hugged her knees and whispered, “Maybe they are right. Maybe I don’t belong here. Maybe I should have never been born.”
Her chest ached. Her whole body shook with sobs.
She wanted to disappear.
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That night, the pack gathered in the dining hall. Elara had no choice but to join. Her presence was required. She sat at the far end of the long table, her eyes on her plate, but she couldn’t eat.
The room was full of whispers again.
“She looks like she’s about to cry.”
“Does she even know how to fight?”
“Our Alpha deserves better.”
She gripped her fork so tight her hand hurt. She tried not to listen, but the voices were louder than her heartbeat.
Clara leaned close to her and whispered with a smile, “Don’t worry, Elara. The trials will end your suffering. You won’t last a day.”
Elara’s breath caught. She wanted to shout, to fight back, but the words wouldn’t come. Her throat closed. Tears threatened to spill, but she forced them back.
She couldn’t give Clara the satisfaction.
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At the head of the table, Damien rose to his feet. The hall went silent.
His eyes swept across the room, cold and hard. “Tomorrow,” he said, his voice carrying through the hall, “the trials will begin.”
Gasps filled the air. Everyone turned to look at Elara.
Damien’s gaze lingered on her, unreadable. His chest burned as he felt her fear, but he ignored it. He looked away quickly.
“If she survives,” he continued, “she will earn the right to stand beside me. If she fails…” His voice turned sharp. “She will leave this pack forever.”
The hall erupted with excitement and whispers.
Elara’s stomach dropped. Her whole body went cold. She could barely breathe.
She gripped the table, her hands trembling. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would be thrown into something she couldn’t survive.
She stared at Damien, her eyes full of silent questions, silent pleas. But he never looked back.
He had already decided her fate.
