The Neglected Luna's Ultimate Rejection

Chapter 2

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prisingly gentle for a warrior. "The pack Healer said it's a clean bre

e lawn. "He hasn't come to see me." It wasn't a question. It was a s

iet of my bedroom. "I cornered his Beta, Aiden, this morni

Sloane," I muttered, bitterne

er. "Evie, you need to stop doing this to y

upid thing. It was a phantom limb, a constant ache for his

elow caught my eye. My heart seized in my ch

't in his usual power suit but in casual jeans and a dark Henley

a small boy with blond curls. Leo. And walking on Dorian's o

nt blue eyes. She looked up at Dorian with an expression of pure adoration that made my

houlders. Leo shrieked with laughter, his

was a smile I had seen maybe twice in three years, and never once directed at me. It lit him

brushing against Dorian's cheek. He didn't pull away. He leaned

l Alpha, the beautiful Luna, their adorable so

eath beside me. "I'm goi

t. I placed a hand on her

face! This is our Luna's residence!"

below. "Go down there, injured and pathetic, and demand he pay attention to me? Be

e ash. "But I am not his Luna. She is." I gest

. It was a competition I was never even in. My role in his life was a technicality, a biological i

ate hope, the constant pain of rejection... it all just... stopped. The fire that had been b

m the window. "He

e, confused. "The

urnals, the Sylvanus legacy I'd neglected while chasing a

eed to. The image of their perfect family was burned into my mind. They were

The familiar scent of old paper and ink wa

ce. I knew my place now. It was nowhere near him. The decision settled in my

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The Neglected Luna's Ultimate Rejection

Xin Zhi Werewolf

“For three years, I was the Luna of the Carlisle pack in name only, bound to an Alpha who treated me like inherited furniture while giving all his warmth to another woman. When my car was run off the road by rogues and I lay bleeding in a ditch with a shattered ankle, I called him for help. He coldly told me not to be dramatic and hung up because he had to pick up his favorite, Sloane, and her son. After that, his cruelty only escalated. He let Sloane use his sacred family heirloom to celebrate her birthday, eating the very cake he knew was my favorite. When my mother fell into a critical coma, he ordered her to be kicked out of the prime healing chamber just so Sloane's mother could have it. He even stole my family's sacred, ancestral architectural designs and handed them to Sloane on a silver platter to launch her new career. I had swallowed my pride when he flaunted his affection for her, and I bit my tongue when he left me to die. But how could he desecrate my bloodline's legacy and endanger my dying mother, dismissing my heritage as a mere pack asset to be bought off with a check? The pain that had been burning me alive finally turned into cold, hard resolve. I marched straight into his office, looked the powerful Alpha King dead in the eye, and spoke the ancient words he never thought I would dare to say. "I, Evelyn Crane, demand The Rejection."”