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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: Lucien Blackveil

From the shade of the tree line, Lucien stood like a shadow—silent, unmoving, watchful.

She didn't know he followed. Didn't sense his presence.

But he'd watched the entire training session unfold—and the moment Smith dared to utter those words—

"Be careful, little wolf."

It lit a fire inside her. A storm behind her eyes. A rage that screamed without words.

So had Roman, his wolf.

Mate, Roman had growled, She's waking up.

Lucien's eyes had locked on her the second the crimson hue shimmered faintly around her like flame made flesh.

Because he wasn't just anyone.He was hers.

Even if her wolf was still sleeping.

Even if the trauma buried her connection.

Lucien exhaled slowly, eyes tracing her every breath as she leaned against the old pine.

But that was the illusion, wasn't it?

She was built of steel tempered in fire.

He watched her wrap her arms around herself like armor. She was probably still trying to make sense of what just happened. What she had just done.

He'd seen it before—in soldiers. Survivors. In himself.

It was the aftermath of awakening something primal.

She had no idea who she truly was.

And the world would never be ready.

He wanted to step forward. To touch her. To whisper reassurance against the scars she hadn't spoken of. To tell her she was safe now, that she didn't have to fight alone anymore.

She needed this silence. This breath of space.

She'd been suffocating too long under rejection, chains, and expectations.And the ghosts of the Rogue King still haunted her eyes.

Lucien clenched his jaw at the thought.

That monster had dared to touch her. Had the audacity to call her little wolf like she was his.

The growl rumbled deep in Lucien's throat before he forced it down.

He wouldn't allow anyone to mark her again with fear or pain.

Not even her so-called mate who had thrown her away.

Lucien's hands curled into fists at the memory of Asher's face.

The moment Asher had admitted it—"It was me… I rejected my mate."

If he hadn't promised himself to be civil while in the Silverstone territory, he would've ended it right there.

How do you discard something so rare? So radiant?

His wolf was still snarling inside him, pacing.

He wasn't here to mark her with promises or chain her with titles.

He was here to guard her.

To rebuild the world around her piece by piece until she could stand in it unafraid.

And maybe—just maybe—when her wolf finally woke…

She'd look at him the same way he looked at her now.

Like she was the moon in his midnight sky.

The light in a world full of blood.

Lucien finally turned away from the tree line.

Because Lucien Blackveil was here for her.

CHAPTER 42 – Silent Storm