Happy Rejection, My Alpha Novel – I was the ghost in the packhouse. I never wanted jewels or roses. Just one promise, one promise. A cruise. Alpha Shawn Ravenshade had sworn it once. “One day, when we’re free,” he whispered, “I’ll take you across the borders. Just us.” That was before power. Before the throne. Before I became Luna in name, servant in truth. On my forty-eighth birthday, there were no greetings.
No howl. After dinner, I asked, “Do you remember what you told me… on my eighteenth birthday?” He didn’t look up. “Which part?” “That we’d travel. That we’d run the world together. You said when the pack was strong and our boy grown, we’d go. Just us.” He chuckled, sharp. “You think you deserve that? Look at you, skin and bone. The world isn’t kind to old wolves. You’re not like Marga.” Her name cut deep. Marga… His brother’s widow. Golden. The pack’s jewel. The twins, my grandsons, snickered, calling me a corpse.
Even my son, Mark, sneered, “Wash my clothes, Ma. That’s what you’re good for.” And Shawn, Alpha of this pack, let them. That night, I opened my red suitcase. My scarred hands were steady. I used to be someone. A Vale. Daughter of the strongest Alpha. A she-wolf born of fire and dominance, a Luna by birthright. Now? I was just the ghost in the packhouse. But not for long. My wolf stirred in the dark, whispering a promise an Alpha like Shawn would soon regret. She was awake, and she was done bowing.
Because maybe… just maybe, walking away from this pack of ingrates would be the best birthday gift I could give myself. — Stella’s POV I was never meant to be Luna. I was meant to be the ghost of the pack house, the forgotten shadow trailing behind the Alpha whose voice commanded all, but whose mate was nothing more than a servant in her own home. I never asked for jewels. Never asked for roses. All I ever wanted was one promise. One promise.