The Rejected Luna's Vow Of Spite

Chapter 2

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the biting cold a welcome shock that pierced through the

ing it to haul myself to my feet. My legs felt like

d...* Lyra's plea was a c

tears,* I commanded myself, the words a familiar, harsh echo of

face. Turning my back on the creek that had swallowed my death s

s though my very life force was a sandcastle, and the tid

me. It was Leo Nash, a young Omega boy, hi

bowed his head in a gestur

concern as he took in my pale face and soake

perfected over years of public appearances. "I'm fine,

of something in his eyes. His wolf's intuition was sensing

ou need anything, please let me know. Alpha Ryke

t threatened to burst the fragile bubble of my

uickly, keeping my voic

scape before my weakness was witnessed by anyone,

sing structure of stone and dark timber. It was Ryker's

e sound of a woman's laughter echoed from the g

pillar, my body refusing to move forward. I didn't

ker is just so sweet. He scoured the entire North

art. Moon-petal blooms were for healing. For the gash Serap

he moon healed his chosen, whi

silent as a shadow, and made my way up the

but it was cold and empty. Ryke

he stranger looking back at me. My eyes, once the

cent of a forest after a summer rain-was

. My wolf wa

g the shower on as hot as I could stand it. Steam filled the small space, but

yes, letting the hot water sluice over me. How wa

mpatient knock ratt

t was Kael, Ryker's Beta. "The Alpha

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The Rejected Luna's Vow Of Spite

Tango Werewolf

“As an Alpha's daughter, I was meant to be a proud Luna. Instead, the Moon Goddess bound me to Alpha Ryker Blackwood. But he ruthlessly rejected our Mating Bond for his chosen lover, Seraphina. His rejection didn't just break my heart; it sentenced me to the Withering Curse. A rejected mate's wolf dies first, followed slowly by their own life force. Yet, Ryker wouldn't even let me die in peace. When Seraphina was poisoned by silver, he dragged me into the medical wing and forced a needle into my arm. He drained my blood, using the lingering power of our fading bond to heal the woman who took my place. As my wolf whimpered and faded into absolute nothingness, I collapsed, coughing up black blood on the cold tile floor. He looked at my dying, trembling body not with pity, but with pure disgust. "You are nothing but a walking blood bag for Seraphina. When you are no longer useful, I will throw you out like trash." I finally understood. To him, I wasn't a mate or even a person. My agonizing death was just a minor inconvenience to his perfect love story. My home pack was secretly under attack, my life was draining away, and I was utterly alone. But a childhood friend revealed a forgotten secret: a mutual rejection severs the bond completely and stops the curse. I wiped the black blood from my mouth. I refuse to wither away for a man who treats me like garbage. I will speak the words of rejection, take back my life, and make him pay.”