Refuse To Be One of His Thirty Luna Candidates novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 

After Beta left, the tribe was indeed in chaos. 

“Where did you go, Elysia!” 

Damon’s voice came through the mind-link. 

But I was already back in my home pack. I ignored him. 

Three days later, on the night of the full moon. 

Adrian stood before the ancient moon altar of the Thundering Peaks Pack, his silver cloak glowing in the moonlight. 

He was more handsome, more powerful than I remembered. 

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, his golden eyes full of warmth. “Once we bond, there’s no turning back.” 

“I’ve never been more sure.” 

Under the Moon Goddess’s watch, we completed the ancient mating ritual. 

When Adrian’s mark bit into my neck, a true mate bond, an electric current, shot through me. 

This was real. 

No magic. No deception. 

“You’re finally mine, my Luna,” Adrian whispered, kissing my forehead. 

Adrian, afraid I’d have second thoughts, had come to my pack to bond with me first. He had to leave for the Southern territories to handle pack business, but I promised I would return with him to the Red River Pack when he came back, to be officially announced as his Luna. 

A week later. 

My comm crystal rang. 

“Elysia!” Damon’s voice was furious. “Have you had enough of these games?” 

“What?” 

“Don’t play dumb!” he roared. “You think hiding out in the Thundering Peaks Pack is going to make me come begging for you?” 

I scoffed. 

He actually thought I was playing hard to get. 

“You just want me to find you, beg for your forgiveness, and then you can come back and be my Luna!” 

“I’m not coming back.” 

“You better come back!” he threatened. “Or I really won’t make you my Luna!” 

“That’s fine by me.” 

“But you have to come back as Head Beta!” his tone grew harder. “You’re responsible for this pack! You can’t just abandon your duty over a personal grudge!” 

I hung up. 

Two days later, I went to the border market to buy some herbs. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t our Head Beta.” 

A familiar, mocking voice came from behind me. 

I turned. Lydia was standing in front of a jewelry shop, a diamond necklace in her hand. 

“Finally given up completely?” She smiled like a smug fox. “Hiding out to cry in secret?” 

“I’m just shopping.” 

“Shopping?” She walked toward me, her eyes glinting with malice. “Or waiting for Damon to come beg you to return?” 

I ignored her and turned to leave. 

“Too bad,” she continued behind me. “He won’t. Last night in my bed, he said he never wants to see your fake face again.” 

I stopped. 

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