"I reject you, Jacqueline! You are not worthy to be my mate and the Luna of this Pack!" Alpha Gabby shouted at me. "But I never did..." I tried, but he stopped me halfway. "One more word from you, and I will have your tongue cut off!" Gabby said angrily. I have been rejected. _ _ _ _ _ _ Gabby and Jacqueline were the sweetest couples of their time. After they met during a one-night stand, they fell in love and eventually became mates. Gabby was an Alpha, making Jacqueline a Luna. But their relationship suffers a collision when Gabby is manipulated by his friends and family. He rejects Jacqueline, but he never falls out of love with her. The same applies to Jacqueline. Jacqueline is tormented after this incident, but she eventually comes across Nathan, a kind Alpha. She finds out she is pregnant with Gabby's child, but Nathan chooses to take care of her and her unborn baby. Eventually, Gabby wants Jacqueline back, but Nathan wants her to stay with him. Both Alphas are ready to be at loggerheads to have Jacqueline. What will be her choice? What will be the aftermath of her choice?
Chapter 1 Her Story
Argh!
I stood up from my bed. I was fatigued but I needed to get up. I went to the curtains and opened them, hoping for daylight to stream in.
But I was surprised.
It was still dark and, obviously, it wasn't in the morning. I thought something tragic had happened and, solely because of this, I ran outside my room to tell anyone I could see about it.
After running outside my room, I met two guards outside. I was eager to tell them about this, but I decided to be more careful in my approach.
"Is this the morning shift?" I asked them slowly. Usually, guards took shifts so they wouldn't be too stressed.
"No, milady," one of them replied. "This is the midnight shift and when it is four o'clock in the morning, we will be relieved."
"What time is it?" I asked solemnly.
"We resumed our duty by noon, and it hadn't been up to two hours when we started!" The guard replied with a smile on his face. It seemed like he was charmed by my beauty.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. I left the place instantly without showing gratitude to the guards. They didn't need it at all, and I went back to bed.
I still had a long night to go, and I was determined to enjoy every bit of my rest.
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"Wake up, milady!" I heard it now. I opened my eyes slowly and met my maid, Rosa, in the room with me. She was trying to wake me up.
"I don't think it's morning!" I told her slowly. "Please, confirm with the guards. It's supposed to be the night shift!"
"Nah, milady!" Rosa shouted. "You need to sit up now, brush your teeth, wash your hair, take your bath, dress up, and get your make-up done. If you don't do this early enough, you will miss breakfast!"
I sat up instantly. All the words she said before didn't get me up to her last sentence. I loved food and would never want to miss breakfast.
"Jeez!" I muttered. I loved using exclamatory words a lot.
Rosa smiled. She brought a tray with her and from the tray, she gave me a cup of water.
"Nah!" I stopped her. "I need to brush my teeth before I take this water. Even my saliva tastes so bad. The smell is also awful."
"The first thing to do in the morning is to drink a cup of water. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to wash your mouth with some water, but you still need to drink it," Rosa claimed.
I looked towards her and did as she said. In a bit, she was prepared, and she led me to the bathroom. She was with two other maids, and they were going to bathe me.
Intro time, yeah!
My name is Jacqueline and, obviously, I am the Luna of the Great Starlight Pack. This was the reason why I was honored and respected by all the servants in the Pack. I lived in the Alpha's mansion and there, the Alpha and his family carried out their daily activities.
The story of how I became Luna needs to be told. It didn't happen suddenly but through a process.
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(Throwback)
I used to be an Omega of the Pack and I worked as a maid for the higher fellows. I was available to them at all times and, since I was among the lowest sect in the Pack, I couldn't dare go against their order.
However, it all ended when I met a drunk man on the streets one day. He was dressed in expensive robes and I could tell that he was rich. He was so drunk, and I knew he would be a target for thieves. They could attempt to steal his expensive robes or even search his body for any other property.
I couldn't help but worry. I knew he was drunk, but I didn't want him to get into trouble.
"Let me help you!" I told him slowly. He looked at me and I tried to find out if I knew him. I didn't seem to know him either.
"Why?" He asked me carefully. "You don't know me, do you?"
"I don't know you, but I can't leave you to wander around like that. Here is a delicate place, and you might be in danger," I told him carefully. I started to look around to make sure that we weren't being watched.
"But I can take care of myself. I can fight, and I can take ten men down on my own," he replied. From this, I was sure he was truly drunk. He was still staggering a bit. I looked at his robe more properly and saw that he had something in his pocket. It was quite big, but I didn't bother to ask about it.
"You can't take ten men down when you're drunk!" I told him slowly.
"No, I can!" He argued. "Do you even know me? Do you know how strong I am? Do you know how powerful I am? I will hold them by their necks, swing them, break them, destroy them,"
"I need you to stop talking, okay? Let's come to my house and you'll be safe."
He didn't argue again. I held him and slowly, we marched to my house. His steps were mismatched at times, but apart from this, it was fine. I got him to my place and took him directly into my room.
Where else could I have taken him? I had only one room.
I lived in a one-room apartment and it was a hut. It was built with bamboo and I inherited it from my grandmother. I was an orphan and from the stories I was told, my father was a soldier, and he died after fighting for the Pack. I was not yet born when this happened and my mother wasn't told that my father had died. All she knew was that he was on the battlefield.
After I was born, the news was disclosed to her, and she had a heart attack instantly. This took her life and I had to live with my grandmother, who was the only surviving relative I had. I lived with her in this one room until she died when I was eighteen, and from then, I lived alone.
It's been about seven years since my grandmother died.
"Where did you take me to?" He asked me and this broke me from my thoughts. "Get me a bowl of water and let me rinse my face. I'll be sober once I wash my face!"
I looked towards him and did as he said. I took him outside the room and watched him as he washed his face. When he was through with this, I noticed that he sobered up. He wasn't sober to the core, but he didn't stagger anymore.
I wondered how his body was built. He knew himself to the core.
"Goosebumps!" He told me. "You should have given me something more cold. The colder the water, the better!"
I smirked.
"I wasn't the one who told you to drink in a stupor," I said slowly. "You should have been watchful when you were drinking."
"I know, but everyone needs alcohol once in a while!" He told me slowly. "Do you mind? I still have a bottle in my pocket!"
"Why not?" I replied. "It's quite cold outside so I can't drink here. Let's go inside."
"That small room?" He asked slowly. "You have no chairs and I can't bear to sit on the cold floor."
I thought for a moment.
"We can sit on the bed," I replied with a smile on my face. "What do you think?"
"Deal!" He replied and went ahead. He walked properly now and this made me know that he had really sobered up. I had never seen someone like him in my life. It was so shocking to find out that he could control alcohol like this.
I followed him now inside the room. I had a lamp inside so we could see ourselves. I took out two cups while he took out a bottle of alcohol from his pocket. I can still remember the big thing I saw in his pocket earlier. Well, it was the bottle.
I climbed the bed first, while he did the same after me. Before he did this, he removed his robe and he had only his shorts on. I wondered what he was going to do now.
"Why are you removing your robe?" I asked him slowly.
"To spice things up!" He winked at me. As he said this, I got insecure. I hoped I didn't help a rapist. We were alone in the room, but he had only his shorts on.
Nah.
"What!" I shouted.
He began to laugh. His laughter was a funny and unique one, and I almost started to laugh as well.
"I can't wear the robe and still climb the bed," he replied slowly. "It's too long and too big, and I have sweated on it already. I think you should take off your dress as well. It would be better if you put on your nightwear. It would make you feel more comfortable."
I nearly froze.
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