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

Dealing with Fallout

“Catherine—”

“It’s fine. I’ll watch, I’ll cheer you all on, and tomorrow we’ll deal with whatever political fallout comes from the Luna who can’t run with her own pack.”

His expression was torn between pride at my courage and fury at the situation.

“This isn’t fair.”

“Life rarely is. But I’m still here.”

I kissed his cheek.

“Go run with your pack. I’ll be fine.”

The wolves moved to the courtyard, that pristine snow now trampled by hundreds of feet. The moon hung full and bright overhead, calling to every wolf soul present.

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in a fur cloak against the cold, watching as the transformation began.

A Living River of Fur

It was beautiful and terrible: bones cracking, bodies reshaping, fur emerging in dozens of colors.

Within minutes, the courtyard was filled with wolves: massive Alphas, sleek females, and young wolves testing their strength.

At the center was the largest and most magnificent: Charles’s wolf. He was pure black, massive and powerful, with those same storm-gray eyes.

He looked up at me on the balcony, and I felt our bond pulse with longing. He wanted to share this with me—wanted me beside him, not watching from above.

The pack began to move, flowing toward the forest beyond the palace grounds. It was a living river of fur and fang, an ancient instinct.

Charles hesitated, still looking at me.

“Go,”

I mouthed.

“I’m fine.”

He held my gaze a moment longer, then turned and ran with his pack, disappearing into the trees.

The Wisdom of the First Lunas

I watched until they were gone, until only silence and snow remained. Then I walked back inside, alone.

I found myself in the library, my sanctuary, the place where I’d always felt most myself.

I should have been devastated; I should have been weeping over what I couldn’t have and couldn’t be. But instead, I felt peaceful.

Yes, I couldn’t shift. Yes, I’d missed the pack run. But I was still queen, still loved, and still valuable in ways that had nothing to do with my wolf or lack thereof.

That was enough.

“You’re remarkable, you know.”

I spun to find Thera in the doorway, still in human form.

“You didn’t run?”

I asked.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

She entered, settling into a chair.

“The pack run is important, yes. But so is this: making sure our new Luna understands she doesn’t have to prove herself through traditional means.”

Different Strength

“Everyone else is out there. Everyone else follows tradition without questioning it.”

“You’re different. You’ve always been different. And that difference is your strength, not your weakness.”

Thera leaned forward.

“Catherine, do you know what the old texts say about the first Lunas? Before pack law? Before territories?”

“No.”

“They weren’t chosen for their wolves. They were chosen for their wisdom, their ability to see truth, to understand the hearts of their people, and to lead with compassion rather than just strength.”

Her eyes held mine.

“You’re closer to those ancient Lunas than any wolf-born queen could be. Your inability to shift forces you to lead with your mind and heart instead of relying on physical dominance.”

Leading Differently

“That’s a generous interpretation.”

“It’s the truth. And the sooner you accept it, the stronger you’ll be.”

Thera stood.

“The pack will return soon. They’ll be wild and joyful from the run. When Charles comes back, he’ll be worried about you, guilty for leaving you behind.”

“Don’t let him be. Show him you’re fine—better than fine. Show him that you don’t need to shift to be his equal.”

She left before I could respond. I sat in the silence, turning her words over in my mind.

Maybe she was right. Maybe my difference wasn’t a deficit; it was a perspective shift—a way of leading that prioritized wisdom over strength and understanding over dominance.

Maybe being wolfless wasn’t the tragedy I’d always believed it was. Maybe it was just… different.

Tired of Apologizing

When Charles returned an hour later, he found me curled in a library chair, reading a text on ancient Luna ceremonies, completely absorbed.

“Catherine?”

his voice was rough from the transformation, uncertain.

“Are you all right?”

I looked up and smiled—genuine, warm, unforced.

“I’m perfect. How was the run?”

He stared at me like I’d spoken a foreign language.

“How was… Catherine, you didn’t shift. You couldn’t participate. How can you be perfect?”

“Because I’m reading about the first Lunas, and I’m learning that pack runs weren’t always part of Luna ceremonies. That tradition only started about three hundred years ago when the Alpha Council formalized pack law.”

I held up the book.

“Before that, Lunas led through wisdom and spiritual connection. They were teachers and healers and counselors, not just the alpha’s mate.”

Choosing Myself Exactly as I Am

“You researched Luna history while we were gone?”

“I had time.”

I set down the book.

“Charles, I know you feel guilty. I know you want to fix this, to somehow give me a wolf or make the pack accept me despite my lack. But I don’t need fixing. I’m exactly who I’m supposed to be: a Luna who leads differently. And that’s okay.”

He crossed the space between us and pulled me into his arms, holding me tight.

“How are you real?”

he whispered.

“How are you this brave, this resilient, this perfect?”

“I’m not perfect. I’m just tired of apologizing for being myself.”

I leaned back to look at him.

“I’m your Luna Queen now. Not because I can shift or run with the pack, but because I love you and you love me. And together we’re stronger than we are apart. That’s what matters.”

Accessing the Transformation

He kissed me then, deep and desperate and full of relief.

“I love you, Catherine. Every part of you. Every difference that makes you who you are.”

“I know.”

I smiled.

“And I love you. Both halves. Always.”

Later that night, in the royal chambers we now shared, Charles brought up the topic I’d been avoiding.

“Do you still want to try?”

he asked quietly.

“To see if the bond will let you shift through my wolf?”

I’d almost forgotten about his offer from weeks ago—the possibility that our magical connection might let me access his transformation.

“I don’t know,”

I admitted.