The Rejected Luna's Vow Of Spite

Chapter 5

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focatingly long corridor. Each step was a monumental effor

ed a bruised, angry purple. A low rumble of thunder echoed in

pty space. Instead, I found myself turning toward the heavy oak doors tha

rain slapped against my face, shocking my senses

my hair to my skull and soak my thin dress. I wanted it to w

ind and water, the beautiful flowers b

n. It had been my mother's favorite spot in our own pack's garde

at seeped through my clothes. My body was already

ers numbly tracing the r

t onto my finger during the Mating ceremony, his touch rel

laugh escaped my

ling and stiff. But my hands were cold

perfect metaphor for the damned bond I couldn't esca

slumping back on t

he garden. A she-wolf, holding a large umbrella, was calling

his mother's arms. She hugged him tight, kissed his forehead, and then sheltered

iful scene was a

Of the children I would never have.

d mate, a dying wolf, wi

crushing, a physical force tha

the cold comfort of the pack house,

ng out to break my fall. My right palm landed

lood welling up, mixing

udden jarring impact, had done wha

nger. It lay half-submerged in a muddy puddle, i

ave felt something-relief,

't pic

roken. That symbol was a l

ng, and without a backward glance at t

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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.”