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

Fear of Failure

“Part of me desperately wants to try, to finally know what it feels like. But another part…”

I hesitated.

“Another part is afraid of failing.”

“He finished gently,”

Charles whispered.

“Yes. And more than that, I’m afraid of wanting it too much. Of letting hope in and having it destroy me if it doesn’t work.”

“Then let’s take the pressure off.”

Charles took my hands.

“Don’t think of it as trying to shift. Think of it as an experiment, a curiosity. If it works, wonderful. If it doesn’t, nothing changes. You’re still my Luna, still perfect exactly as you are.”

I searched his face.

“You really mean that?”

A Chance to Try

“I really mean that.”

He squeezed my hands.

“But I also think you deserve the chance to try. To at least know if it’s possible. Not because you need it to be complete, but because experiences shape us, and this is an experience you’ve never had.”

He was right. I’d spent my whole life wondering what it felt like to shift, to run on four legs, and to taste freedom the way wolves did.

Even if I failed, at least I’d know I tried.

“Okay,”

I said.

“Let’s try.”

We went to the private royal courtyard, enclosed by high walls, away from prying eyes. The snow had stopped, leaving everything pristine and quiet.

Charles stripped down unself-consciously; nudity before shifting was natural to wolves, though it still made me blush.

“Come here,”

he said, extending his hand.

Connection Through the Bond

I took it and immediately felt our bond pulse stronger, that golden thread connecting heart to heart, soul to soul.

“Close your eyes,”

Charles instructed.

“Feel the bond. Follow it into me, into my wolf. Don’t force it; just flow with it.”

I closed my eyes and reached along that thread, feeling it grow brighter and stronger. And then I felt him—not just Charles the man, but something deeper: primal, ancient.

It was a presence that was both human and other, thought and instinct merged. His wolf.

“Good,”

Charles murmured.

“Now I’m going to shift. Stay with me. Stay connected to the bond. Let my transformation carry you with it.”

Primal and Ancient Shift

I felt him begin to change. Bones reshaped, form shifted, and instead of being separate and watching from outside, I felt it happening with me.

My bones ached, my skin prickled, and my senses sharpened impossibly.

And then there was pain—glorious, terrible pain—as my body tried to reshape itself.

I gasped, breaking concentration, and the connection snapped. When I opened my eyes, Charles stood before me in wolf form—magnificent and concerned—but I was still human, still unchanged.

“I felt it,”

I breathed.

“For a moment, I felt the shift beginning. But I couldn’t hold it.”

Charles transformed back—human again in seconds.

A Miracle of Connection

“You felt it, Catherine. That’s incredible. Most wolves can’t share transformations even through mating bonds. The fact that you felt anything…”

“But I didn’t shift. I tried and failed.”

“You connected to my wolf through a bond that shouldn’t exist, and you felt the beginning of a transformation no wolfless person has ever experienced.”

He pulled me into his arms.

“That’s not failure; that’s a miracle.”

Tears streamed down my face, frustration and wonder mixed together.

“It hurt. It hurt so much, and I still couldn’t do it.”

“The first shift always hurts, even for born wolves.”

He stroked my hair.

“But you took the first step, Catherine. And with practice, with time… maybe you can take the second, the third, and eventually the full transformation.”

Complicated Grief and Hope

“Or maybe I can’t. Maybe this is as far as I can go.”

“Then this is enough.”

He tilted my face up to his.

“You are enough. Shifted or not, wolf or not, you’re my Luna and my love, and that will never change.”

I buried my face in his chest and let myself cry for the girl who’d always wanted to run, for the queen who might never fully transform, and for all the complicated grief and hope tangled in my heart.

Charles held me through it all, patient and loving and exactly what I needed.

We returned to our chambers as dawn painted the sky pink and gold—our wedding night, technically, though we’d spent it attempting transformation instead of consummating our bond in traditional ways.

Eventful Wedding Night

“I’m sorry,”

I said as we collapsed onto the massive bed.

“This was supposed to be romantic, and instead I’m crying over failed shifting attempts.”

Charles laughed—that genuine, joyful sound I loved.

“Catherine, we broke a five-year curse, we got married in front of the entire kingdom, and we attempted magical wolf-sharing. This has been the most eventful wedding night in history. Romance is overrated compared to that.”

“You’re sure you’re not disappointed?”

He rolled over to look at me, his gray eyes serious.

“I’m married to a woman who walked into a beast’s cage armed with nothing but riddles and courage, a woman who sees my broken pieces and calls them beautiful, and a woman who becomes queen and immediately starts researching how to do it better.”

He cupped my face.

“How could I possibly be disappointed?”

Exactly Who I Was

I kissed him then—soft, grateful, and full of love.

When he deepened the kiss, when his hands began to explore with gentle reverence, and when we finally came together as mates and partners and two souls bound by choice, it was perfect.

It was not because I’d shifted or proven anything or lived up to some ideal, but because I was exactly who I was. And that was enough.

Three months passed. Three months of learning to be Luna Queen: attending council meetings, settling disputes, and representing the kingdom at territorial gatherings.

It was three months of making mistakes and learning from them, of facing opposition and standing firm, and of slowly earning respect through action rather than birthright.

And it was three months of trying to shift.