Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 152: The Prophecy

**Tiana’s POV**

“He let her live.”

The old woman’s words settled on my chest like a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake. I wanted to believe she was lying, that this was some twisted tale meant to confuse me. But deep down, something in me knew it was true.

My breathing was uneven, my head spinning. “He let her live, but he killed everyone else?”

“Yes,” the old woman murmured. “He slaughtered your father, your people, your entire bloodline. But he spared your mother because she was his mate.”

I shook my head, gripping my knees so tightly my nails dug into my skin. “That doesn’t make sense. If he wanted her so badly, why did he let her sister live too? Why let me live?”

She sighed. “Your mother had to bargain for your life, child. She pleaded with him to spare her family. She told him you were her sister’s daughter, the child of a nobleman named Lord Althea. That her sister had been widowed before she came to the pack. She spoke of Lord Althea as though he were the most honourable man to ever exist, weaving a story so convincing that even Corvin believed it.”

I swallowed hard. “So… he let her stay in the pack because of Lord Althea?”

The old woman nodded. “Corvin was cruel, but he wasn’t entirely unreasonable. He had no reason to suspect that his mate’s ‘niece’ was actually the child of the Alpha he had murdered. And so, he allowed your mother to bring her ‘widowed sister’ and her ‘niece’ into the packhouse under the guise of offering them protection.”

My stomach twisted. “And she kept up the lie.”

“She had no choice,” the old woman said gently. “She was terrified Corvin would find out the truth. That he would realize you were the rightful heir of Beaumont City and erase the last trace of the bloodline he had tried so hard to destroy.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

All my life, I had wondered why the Luna had been so distant from me. Why did she never look at me the way she looked at Elara? Why she never held me, never comforted me.

And now I know.

She had to pretend.

Pretend she didn’t love me. Pretend I wasn’t her daughter. Pretend I was nothing more than the child of her sister—someone she barely tolerated.

A wave of nausea rolled through me. “She must have hated me.”

“No,” the old woman said firmly. “She loved you, Erika. More than you will ever know.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “She had a funny way of showing it.”

“She did what she had to do to keep you safe,” the old woman countered. “By keeping her distance, she ensured that Corvin would never suspect the truth. But she still brought you into the packhouse so she could watch over you, even from afar.”

I clenched my jaw.

It made sense. Painfully so.

She had to choose between being my mother and keeping me alive. And she had chosen the latter.

My heart ached, torn between understanding and resentment. I had spent my entire life believing I was alone. That I was unwanted.

But all this time, she had been watching.

“Then why train me?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Why did Corvin take an interest in me? If he thought I was just some nobleman’s daughter, why did he care?”

The old woman sighed again. “Because of the prophecy.”

My chest tightened.

That damned prophecy again.

“What does a prophecy have to do with anything?”

She folded her hands in her lap. “The prophecy spoke of the Luna’s first child. A child born under a rare constellation. A child destined for power—power that could shape the future of the packs.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine. “But everyone thought Elara was the firstborn.”

“Yes,” she said. “Including Corvin.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

He had thought the prophecy was about his daughter.

“He wanted her to be strong,” the old woman continued. “To be the warrior the prophecy had foretold. But as she grew, he realized even though she loved to spar and ride horses, she had a natural talent for battle. No instincts, no drive. Meanwhile… you—”

I clenched my fists.

I was the one who had been drawn to the battlefield. The one who had trained relentlessly. The one who had shown promise.

My stomach twisted. “He trained me because he thought I was her protector.”

The old woman nodded. “At first, yes. And also because he knew having you as an addition to his army would be wise. But after three years of travelling and visiting lands, he realized the truth.”

I felt the blood drain from my face and suddenly a memory flashed through my vision.

The Luna instructs Erika not to go to the constellation room with Alpha Corvin. Then Alpha Corvin took her there and put a powder and burning liquid, watching stars rise from her palm and the cold detached look when he asked her to leave the room.

“He realized… the prophecy wasn’t about Elara,” I whispered.

“No,” she murmured. “It was about you. It was about Erika."

The room was silent except for the pounding of my heart.

Erika had spent a while wondering why Corvin had suddenly turned cold toward her and her mother and gone as far as killing them.

And now I know.

He had realized Erika, no— I was not meant to protect Elara.

I was meant to surpass her.

And he couldn’t have that.

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

Erika— no, I had spent my life chasing a place in a pack that was never truly mine. Fighting for approval that would never come. But it didn’t matter.

Because she was someone.

She was Erika of Beaumont City.

She was the rightful heir to the land Corvin had stolen.

And as long as I lived in her body, I would make him pay.