The Runaway Luna

"In my eighth year of simping for Darcy Lemche, I finally got a chance to become his Luna.That night, standing by Spirit Fall in Dusk Forest, he took off the wolf-tooth necklace he'd worn for years and casually tossed it into the deep pool.“Ginger, jump in and retrieve it, and I'll make you my Luna someday soon.”He knew perfectly well that I couldn't swim—and that jumping in could kill me.But he thought I was simping for him just because he was the heir to the Alpha King.He believed I wouldn't jump, because surely, to me, life meant more than love.But I jumped.For the first time ever, he lost his temper in public.“Ginger, you're insane! Why did you do it? Don't ever do that again!”From that moment on, he began treating me like his Luna.He even declared to the pack that only I could ever be his mate.He truly believed I was his fated one.But what he didn't realize was—my heart had already died the moment I jumped into that pool.That night, I saw the truth clearly: how little I truly meant to him back then.I was just a game, a test. And even when I passed it, it didn't feel like love. It felt like pity... or guilt.While he was planning our bonding ceremony, thinking he could finally make me his Luna, I suddenly said:“Darcy Lemche, I'm rejecting you as my mate.”He was stunned—completely blindsided.He had never imagined that the she-wolf who once loved him more than life itself would walk away.It was well known in the pack how deeply I loved him.But until that very day, I finally realized—I didn't love him anymore.So I turned away in front of everyone, without a single word.No matter how he begged or pleaded,I walked away without hesitation."