Rejected Omega Was Told to Sing the Luna Hymn as a Joke – But Her Voice Left the Alpha King Speechless

The Witch’s Release

We stood there under the stars, whole and together and free.

Far away in the wild territories, in a cottage hidden by ancient magic, a witch with grief-worn eyes felt the curse break.

Morgana Wilson stood at her window looking toward the distant palace and let herself cry—not from anger this time, but from release.

Her daughter was gone; that wound would never fully heal. But the king had learned, had suffered, and had finally understood what it meant to be split from yourself.

And he’d found someone willing to love him anyway.

“Redemption,”

she whispered to the night.

“Perhaps there is such a thing after all.”

She waved her hand, and the scrying bowl on her table went dark. Her part in this story was done. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

Proving Worth Without Shifting

The three weeks following the curse-breaking were a whirlwind. Wedding preparations consumed the palace.

There were seamstresses measuring me for gowns I’d never dreamed of wearing, advisers arguing over guest lists and ceremony protocols, and servants transforming the great hall into something out of a fairy tale.

I felt like I was living in one of my old stories: the broken girl saved by love, elevated to queen, given her happy ending.

Except real life was messier than fairy tales. The council had opinions about Charles’s choice of Luna.

“She’s wolfless, Your Majesty,”

Councilman Aldrich said during their first formal meeting after the announcement. He was an older alpha, silver-haired and sharp-eyed.

“No disrespect to Miss Catherine, but tradition requires—”

“Tradition required I remain cursed for eternity,”

Charles interrupted coldly.

Defending the Match

“Catherine broke a five-year curse through genuine love and courage. I’d say that makes her more qualified than any noble-born female you could suggest.”

“But the bloodline—”

“Will be secure,”

Charles’s voice dropped to a dangerous purr.

“Or are you questioning your king’s judgment?”

Aldrich had the sense to back down.

“Of course not, Your Majesty. I simply want to ensure—”

“What you want,”

another voice cut in,

“is to control who the king takes as his mate.”

I’d been standing quietly in the corner; Charles had invited me to observe council proceedings, teaching me the political landscape I’d soon be navigating.

An Unmanipulated Queen

But now all eyes turned to the speaker: Councilwoman Thera, leader of the Northern Territories. She was younger than Aldrich, dark-skinned and sharp-featured, with a reputation for brutal honesty.

“The truth,”

she continued, standing,

“is that many of you are threatened by Miss Catherine precisely because she isn’t one of us. She doesn’t come with pack alliances or political obligations. She’s loyal to the king alone, which means she can’t be manipulated or leveraged.”

She smiled coldly at Aldrich.

“That terrifies you.”

“That’s not—”

“Isn’t it?”

Thera’s gaze swept the council chamber.

“For five years, while our king suffered under a curse, how many of you offered your daughters, your sisters, your nieces? How many of you were willing to risk someone you love to save him?”

Silence. Damning, uncomfortable silence.

Choosing Courage over Calculation

“None of you,”

Thera answered her own question.

“You all waited, hoping someone else would solve the problem. But this wolfless girl, this nobody from a backwater pack… she walked into the beast’s cage and stayed.”

“She chose courage when all of you chose calculation.”

She turned to Charles.

“Your Majesty, you have my full support. And anyone who opposes this match is a fool.”

Charles inclined his head.

“Thank you, Councilwoman.”

The meeting continued, but the tide had shifted. Thera’s words had reminded them all of their own cowardice. By the end, even Aldrich had agreed to attend the wedding.

After the council dispersed, Thera approached me directly.

“Walk with me,”

she said. It was not a request.

Understanding the Luna Role

We walked through the palace gardens, spring flowers blooming in riots of color. For several minutes, Thera said nothing, just studied me with those keen eyes.

“You’re not what I expected,”

she finally said.

“What did you expect?”

“Someone more aware of what she’s gotten herself into.”

Thera stopped beside a fountain, trailing her fingers through the water.

“You love him; that’s obvious. But do you understand what it means to be Luna Queen?”

“I’m learning.”

“Learning isn’t enough. You’ll be thrown into situations where one wrong word could destabilize entire territories, where showing weakness could invite challenge, where being wolfless…”

She paused.

“Where being wolfless will be used as a weapon against you by those who want to undermine the king.”