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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

POV: Aira Moonstone

Smith hit the ground so hard, a puff of dust followed the impact. Groans escaped his lips, and his limbs curled toward his chest like a scolded pup.

Aira stood still. Not panting. Not blinking. Her hands were lowered now, fingers unclenched, but her stance radiated control—lethal control.

She hadn't meant to let go. Hadn't planned it. But something in her had snapped. And now the red aura that briefly pulsed around her like flickering flames had everyone frozen.

Lucien stood just beyond the training field, watching with that unreadable gaze of his. Not shocked. Not fearful. But… intrigued.

His wolf, Roman, stirred behind those haunting amber-green eyes.

They looked at her like she was something else.

Aira turned away, ignoring the whispers as she quietly walked off the mat.

Her blood still roared. She wasn't sure if it was adrenaline or rage.

She kept walking until she passed the outer edge of the training ground, reaching the sparse woods behind the arena. The quiet here was different—softer, cooler. The trees gave her peace she couldn't find among people.

She leaned against the nearest trunk, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"What the hell was that…" she whispered to herself, heart pounding.

Then her mind played the moment again.

The moment that flipped the switch.

The moment Smith smirked, cocky and careless, and said,"Be careful, little wolf."

That name—those exact words—weren't just teasing.They were haunting.

Because someone else had said them once.

"I've been waiting for you, little wolf," he had whispered, voice like silk over thorns. "My precious white wolf."

Just remembering made her throat tighten.

Fear laced with fury boiled in her blood, and her wolf—silent for days—had responded.

She hadn't spoken, hadn't even stirred since the silver chains. But that moment… that insult, that trigger—it was enough to crack the cage.

Aira lifted her hands and stared at them.

They were steady now, but seconds ago, they had felt like weapons.

Flipped Smith flat on his back with a ferocity she didn't know she had. And it had felt… natural.

Like something inside her had finally stretched awake.

"I'm not your little anything," she muttered to the trees, bitter fire in her voice.

The Rogue King would never touch her again. Not if she had anything to say about it.

She breathed in deep—pine and morning dew. Let it calm her.

Lucien was still there. A few feet away. Just… watching.

But he hadn't left either.

His eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, something passed between them.

Curiosity? Protection? Connection?

His wolf called to hers—she could feel it. And yet, Nina remained silent, just resting somewhere deep inside her.

She whispered, "I miss you," and pressed her palm to her heart.

And as if she heard her, Aira felt the faintest flicker of warmth.

CHAPTER 41 – The Fire Within