"You're my mate?" I felt nervous when Xander spoke those words. His emerald eyes locked into mine, and he ran his fingers through his blond hair - I knew right away, that I was rejected.
"There is no way that we could be mates. You are my sister's boyfriend-" I whispered, bracing myself for his potential rejection.
"Ex-boyfriend, we don't have any connection anymore. She's not my mate, but you are," He corrected me as he crooked a smile.
I gaze into his eyes. "So?"
"I, Xander Blaze Havoc, the Alpha King of the Blue Moon Pack, hereby accept you, Solaine Blake, as my mate and as the Luna of my Pack."
Solaine Blake, initially surprised to find herself mated to Xander Blaze Havoc, the Alpha King of the Blue Moon Pack, finds acceptance from him despite her fears of rejection. 
Their mate bond, however, is short-lived; it shatters when Solaine's sister Selene returns and takes her place as Luna, leaving Solaine heartbroken and marginalized within the pack.
"Tomorrow. Selene will replace your position. I want you to make things right while it's early."
Unknown to Xander, Solaine is carrying his child, a fact overshadowed by Selene's mistreatment. 
The situation complicates further with the arrival of Xander's attractive, younger stepbrother, Axel Zephyr Havoc, who shows a keen interest in Solaine. 
Despite his changed feelings, Xander can't help but feel jealous seeing Solaine and Axel together...

The Replaced Luna

　　"Are you willing to meet your end in this very place?" Her voice resonates with a deep and commanding presence.


　　Her presence alone drained every ounce of strength from my body.


　　"Well, I am desperately attempting to-"


　　"Come with me," she declared, her voice dripping with authority. With a swift turn, she dismissed me, her confident stride implying that I had no choice but to trail behind her.


　　No, I did not. From this day forward, I refuse to bestow my trust upon others so effortlessly.


　　Her gaze snapped back to me, her eyes locking onto mine once more. "This place is teeming with cunning rogues, lurking in every shadow. Honestly, the decision to perish in this very place rests solely in your hands. I lost my precious daughter in this very place," she whispered, her voice heavy with grief. "Every day, I strive to be kind, to honor her memory," Her eyes tell a story of countless experiences etched into her soul.


CHAPTER 55 A Filthy Outcast