Reborn in Tears: The Luna Who Rebuilt Her Pack

Back then, when Elder Luna pressed the carved bone tokens—each etched with their pack crests—into Stella and Dean’s palms, Stella truly believed they were the Moon Goddess’s chosen Fated Mates, destined to walk life side by side.

But when they stood before the Moon Oath Altar for the Mate Bond ceremony, Dean’s eyes were full of impatience. Even as he exchanged tokens and branded the Mark, his expression carried disgust, as if binding himself to her was a disgrace to his Alpha status.

After becoming Dean’s Luna, she was met with cold neglect.

Later, when the Night Wing Pack lost land and their resources thinned, he laid the blame squarely on their “forced union,” treating her as an omen of misfortune. He shunned her, refused intimacy, until one night he was drunk— and she bore his child.

Stella thought that with their child as a blood bond, Dean might soften.

But soon after, she heard word he had gone to train abroad with Jade—the Omega who had grown up at his side. The rumors of them spread across the wolf domain.

For eight years, Stella carried the Night Wing Pack on her shoulders, running every duty herself. With her father’s backing and pack assets, she managed to stabilize the crumbling clan.

She thought—naively—that her devotion would warm his heart.

Then came the day news broke across the borderlands: Alpha Dean had returned with Jade, triumphant from their trials.

The crowd erupted in cheers, calling them wolves with perfectly matched souls. Side by side they walked, laughing together, while their people roared.

Sky—her own son—flung himself at them, squealing,

“Daddy! Auntie Jade! I missed you so much!”

Because Stella was always buried in pack affairs, Sky spent more time with Dean and Jade… and had grown to adore her.

In that moment, Stella’s carefully constructed defenses collapsed.

Soon after, her son was kidnapped.

The Rogues demanded eight hundred million. The pack couldn’t gather the funds, and only after Stella begged her father did he mortgage their ancestral lands to ransom Sky.

Her father was stripped of his title, the Moon Howl Pack began to decline, her mother collapsed and died under the strain.

And when Stella was at her weakest, Dean pulled their son close and said the words that crushed her world:

“This was just a political union. Your father is useless now, and you couldn’t even protect our son. Jade has stood beside me for years. I’ll make her my Luna.”

Her little boy parroted him with innocent cruelty:

“Mom, you don’t have enough land or wolf talents like Auntie Jade. She knows so many secret arts! You’re not good enough to be my mom. I want Auntie Jade to be my mom!”

One big, one small—their words struck like claws dipped in ice, ripping through her chest.

Stella broke down in tears.

For Dean and his son, she had surrendered her inheritance, her father’s protection, everything she had—only to end like this.

She refused to release the Mate Bond. She would never agree!

Dean tore away the last shred of pretense, moving openly into the new villa he bought Jade.

Sky, her only blood bond, remained her weakness. She went secretly to catch a glimpse of him—

Only to hear Jade’s soft, guilty voice:

“Dean, when I suggested the fake kidnapping of Sky to raise money, I never thought it would destroy Stella’s family. What if she finds out one day and hates me?”

“You only did it for me,” Dean soothed. “Stella is naïve. She’ll never know.”

“Don’t worry, Auntie Jade,” Sky chirped. “My mom is too soft. She’ll never find out.”

The betrayal seared her like molten iron, branding her wolf soul.

Her body collapsed under the weight of it, her wolf howling in pain, tears mingled with blood in her throat.

The two beings she had loved and trusted most were the very ones who had carved her soul into shreds.

After that, Stella drifted like an empty husk, until one day she wandered to the edge of the Moon Altar cliffs—the wolves’ sacred place of return.

Staring into the swirling mists below, her eyes went dark. She leapt.

As she fell, she thought:

If there is another life—never again will I be Dean’s Luna.

Never again will I cling to those faithless wolves.

I will guard the Moon Howl Pack.

Her eyes closed—then opened again.

The deed to her father’s lands was still in her hand.

She had been reborn, returned to the moment before she gave up everything for Dean.

This time, she would not repeat her mistakes.

By the time she came back to herself, she was already at the doors of the Enforcement Hall.

“Elder Enforcer, I want to file a case. A Rogue kidnapped my child and demands ransom.”

She wiped her tears, pushed the doors open, and stepped inside.

But before she could continue, a voice barked:

“What are you doing here? Come back with me at once!”

It was Dean, storming in, fury in his eyes as he tried to drag her out.

“You cause trouble here and the Rogues will kill him! Stella, stop being reckless. For our son, don’t be impulsive.”

And there—behind him—stood Jade.

The two of them, side by side, urged her to abandon her report.

The Rogues called again and again, but Stella silenced every call. She turned to Dean, voice steady:

“I don’t have that money. Shouldn’t I turn to the Enforcement Hall?”

Their faces froze.

In her last life, she had panicked, handed over the ransom, nearly died to Rogues along the road, and ended at the cliff.

This time—she would not be a fool.

With the Enforcers’ pursuit, the Rogue hideout was uncovered quickly.

Sky was rescued with only light injuries, though sent to the pack hospital for care.

When he saw her, he bypassed her arms and ran to Dean and Jade, sobbing:

“Daddy, it’s because Mom wasn’t with me that I got lost! It’s her fault.”

Dean’s eyes darkened, anger slicing at Stella.

“You can’t even watch a child? How can you call yourself a mother?”

“Dean, calm down. Stella didn’t mean it,” Jade murmured sweetly.

Sky buried his face in Jade’s chest, crying harder.

Dean stroked his back, glaring at Stella.

“If you’d cared for him, he never would’ve been taken!”

They botched their own scheme, yet still hurled the blame at her.

Stella’s patience shattered.

“He was with Jade. Now it’s my fault?”

Jade’s eyes filled instantly with tears.

“It’s my fault, Dean. I didn’t watch Sky well enough. Please, don’t blame me.”

“Of course not,” Dean rushed to comfort her, wiping her tears.

“Don’t cry. It’s over now.”

“Yeah, Auntie Jade, don’t cry. We don’t blame you,” Sky echoed.

Their words fell like knives.

The Luna and mother of the pack was invisible to them.

Stella could no longer stand it. She turned to leave—only for Dean to block her way.

And for the first time, she truly saw it:

From the day she met Dean, he had never looked at her as anything more than an outsider.

She had been nothing but a political match, never the mate in his heart.

That place belonged to Jade.

Eight years of devotion had been wasted.

Not this time.

Her wolf roared inside her chest: Stella, you are awake at last!

And yes—finally, she was.