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Born under a cursed moon, Aira Moonstone was the pack’s disappointment—a quiet, overlooked omega with no wolf to call her own. Ignored by her family, belittled by her peers, and discarded during every training, she was forgotten before she ever had a chance to be known.

But the silence forged something stronger than anyone expected.

In one unforgettable moment, during a public training match, Aira faces Rowan, the pack’s most feared warrior—and defeats him in a single, effortless move. Her pack stares in disbelief.

But someone else is watching.

Lucien Blackveil, the cold, commanding Alpha of a rival pack, sees more than a fluke victory. He sees fury. Power. And a force that could change the balance of everything. With his scarred past and guarded heart, Lucien never expected to be drawn to a forgotten omega.

Now, with ancient power awakening in Aira’s blood and danger rising in the shadows, she must decide:
Stay the girl everyone ignored...
Or rise as the warrior the moon never meant to hide.

Moonrise Forgotten

The silver light of dawn crept through the curtains, brushing Aira's cheek like a whisper. Her eyes fluttered open, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt… light.

A little excitement stirred inside her chest.

She didn't need to check the clock to know it wasn't yet five. Her body had always known the rhythm of the morning, the same way her heart still knew the path to where her mother rested.

Slipping into her running shoes and a hoodie, Aira stepped into the cool morning air, letting the fresh breeze kiss her face. The world was still sleeping—trees standing tall like silent sentinels, dew clinging to every blade of grass.

There was something in the air today.

Something sweet. Something… new.

As her feet moved instinctively toward the cemetery nestled in the woods behind their house, her heart carried a quiet weight of longing. When she reached the familiar headstone, her pace slowed. She crouched near the grave and placed her fingers gently on the etched name: Selene Moonstone.

"Hi, Mom…" she whispered. "I think I'm a little happy today. I think… something's different. There's something in the air."

A gust of wind stirred the trees above, and along with it came a scent. A sweet, woodsy aroma—like pine and smoke and something dangerously addictive.

She blinked and turned her head slowly toward the source.

There—standing at the edge of the trail in a black hoodie and dark joggers—was Alpha Lucien.

Even dressed simply, he looked majestic. Powerful. Calm. The hood shadowed most of his face, but those eyes—those sharp amber-green eyes—cut straight through her.

He stepped toward her slowly, voice low and velvety."What are you doing here, beautiful?"

She straightened, startled. "I… I usually come here in the morning," she murmured. "To talk to my mother."

Lucien's gaze moved gently to the grave beside her. He bowed his head slightly, respectfully. "Selene Moonstone."

Aira didn't know how to respond to that. Her fingers trembled slightly.

"You should be resting," he added, softer now. "After everything..."

She shook her head lightly. "Thank you, Alpha. But… this is what I do. It's the only time my thoughts feel quiet."

Then Lucien glanced back at her, eyes unreadable."No need to be so formal. You can call me Lucien."

Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Then a soft:"Okay… Lucien."

She could still feel his gaze as she turned and started jogging toward the exit of the woods, heart pounding louder than her footsteps.

By the time she reached the house, the sun had fully risen, casting a golden glow on the windows. She reached for the doorknob, expecting silence.

But there was a sound. Clanking. Laughter?

She peeked inside the kitchen—and froze.

Her father, Kael Moonstone, stood at the stove, flipping something in a pan. Beside him, Jack was slicing fruit.

It was like stepping back in time. A scene from a memory long buried. She could almost see her younger self sitting on the counter, giggling while their mother scolded them playfully.

Now? The same two men who had ignored her for years… cooking breakfast?

She was about to turn away and head upstairs when Jack looked up.

"Hey, Apple! You're up! Hungry?" he called with a grin. "Why are you out of bed? You should be resting."

He hadn't called her that in years.

She didn't answer—just gave them a stunned glance before retreating to her room and locking the door. Her hands shook slightly as she reached for her phone and texted:

"Hey, u up?"To Lila.

Of course not. Lila could sleep through an apocalypse.

She sighed and headed to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water ground her. She had survived hell.

And now, even if just for today…

CHAPTER 37- Something in the air…