The Rejected Luna's Vow Of Spite

Chapter 3

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ncing, monstrous shadows on the stone walls. I could feel his contempt rolling off him

his rejection, the bond between us was a thread worn so thin it was nearly t

cal wing, and the sharp, clean scent

here

dressed in black tactical pants and a simple grey t-shirt that did nothing to hide the powerful muscles of his ch

ded on me. He looked at me not as a per

y, discolored wound marred the skin of her forearm-a silver wound. She met my gaze, a flas

inter wind. "Seraphina needs a blood transfusion. The silver poisoning

meted. I knew w

oid of emotion. "Your blood, Elara. You may not be worthy of t

had cast me aside, sentenced me to a slow death, and now he want

n my mind, but her rage wa

I whispered, the wo

't make use of you. You owe me this. If it wasn't for your family's politica

d off to the side, their heads bowed. I saw Clara dart a l

on hanging in the sky like a silver medallion. His eyes had been bright

ne and winter storms. Now, all I cou

the precious little energy I had left. I walked silent

ssion quickly hardened back into one of disgust. He probably tho

hands trembling. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

ed out of me, filling the plastic bag. The blood was a deep crimson, but within it,

ed over me, and the chil

rew fainter and f

Seraphina, his icy expression melting into one of t

Clara shakily re

ion went dark. My body felt impossibly he

sciousness fled was Seraphina's w

eel better

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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.”