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His Broken Luna From The Shadows

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 588    |    Released on: Today at 14:16

nd, ignoring the sharp protest from he

he man still inside, said nothing, and walke

her limping, unbending back until it was

r stood waiting, flanked b

gown burst out from the hou

ly reddened. She rushed forward, arms outstret

ar, Eleanor took a precise step ba

awkwardly. Her face was a mixture

she said, her voice flat and devoid of emoti

t just in the sand, but carving it into stone

at her chest, shaking her head in disbe

m the house, his face a thund

te white lace dress, her face a portra

so quick it was almost imaginary, passed through them

d whisper. "Are you still angry with u

positioning herself as the inn

fense. "It has nothing to do with

oing to keep this up? Mother hasn't slept

gan to stream down her face. "Ellie, don't

family affection. She felt nothing. Not

g and Iris's performance. He

she said calmly. "I have no

g blow. To renounce a surname was

collapsing. Iris caught

e spat, pointing a finger at her. "After this fam

carriage. He stood a short distance away, a sil

lian's anger was now tinged with the w

s across the courtyard. She saw the flicker of calculation, of asses

d addressed the butler. "Wh

s emotional meltdown, concerned only wit

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His Broken Luna From The Shadows
His Broken Luna From The Shadows
“For fifteen years, Eleanor Montgomery lived as the beloved young lady of the Montgomery Werewolf Manor, cherished and adored by everyone around her. Yet a sudden truth shattered her entire world-she was not a pure-blooded Montgomery, but merely a common-blooded werewolf. Once the truth came to light, every bit of affection that had once belonged to her was stripped away. Lord and Lady Montgomery poured all their tenderness into their newly returned biological daughter, Iris. Julian, her elder brother who had once doted on her endlessly, pushed her off the stone terrace with his own hands to protect Iris, severing their years of sibling bond without hesitation. Even her fiancé, Duke Alistair Sinclair, the war hero who commanded the werewolf cavalry, chose to stand firmly by Iris's side. For Iris's sake, the people who had once loved her watched silently as she was wrongfully accused and humiliated, not lifting a finger to help. They stripped her of her noble title and reduced her to a lowly servant. For three long years, she endured filthy, grueling toil at the bottom of the manor, abandoned and forgotten by everyone. When the three years finally passed, the Montgomerys who had cast her aside came to her in utter despair, begging through tears, "Eleanor, we were wrong. Come home with us." Proud and arrogant all his life, Julian knelt outside her humble cottage through the freezing night, his voice broken and desperate. "Eleanor, can you forgive me?" Duke Alistair Sinclair walked toward her, covered in fresh, unhealed battle scars, his figure worn from endless wars. His eyes were filled with nothing but regret and longing. "Eleanor... look at me again. Care for me once more. Please." But her heart had died long ago, buried in those endless, hopeless days and crushing disappointments of the past three years. Care for him? Eleanor let out a cold, bitter laugh. Her heart had turned to dust long ago, no warmth left to give. Later, Eleanor met a man who loved her with every fiber of his being. He guarded her fiercely and gave her a peaceful, happy life she had never known. Watching her live in bliss, all those who had hurt and abandoned her could only stand far away, too afraid to approach. Consumed by remorse and cowardice, they feared that in the days to come, they would lose even the right to gaze at her from afar.”