The Neglected Luna's Ultimate Rejection

Chapter 4

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, after I promised I wouldn't do anything rash until we'd r

an ottoman. The pain was a dull throb, a physic

d staircase. His footsteps. My heart, the traitorous organ, gave a weak flutter bef

s habit. His large frame filled the doorway, silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. He smelled of the n

ice was low, rou

ent, a statue

misery, must have been pulling at him. After days of me blocking him, after his proximity to Sloane,

he asked. He sounded tired, and for

lied, my voice devoid of

ner wolf, starved of its mate's proximity, was reaching for

ropping to my propped-up foot. "T

kle?" I asked, a bitter laugh threatening t

gh his hair. A sign of frustration I kn

soft. Before I could stop myself, I reached for the mind-link, not blocking it, but flinging an image

er of surprise and... guilt? His mental shields

ard me, his jaw tight. "

ot back. "My favorite cake is a pack matte

is hand cupped my cheek. His thumb stroked my skin. His touch, which I once craved more than air, now f

illed my senses, trying to lull my wolf, to command my submission. "Evie

me, ignore me, celebrate with another woman, and then come to my

ht. Not e

, I turned my head. H

t, but in the language of mates, it was a shout. I

lue eyes. He was the Alpha. He wasn't us

away from my face.

ng now, Evelyn?" he snar

tion. I got to my feet, ignoring the sharp pain in my ankle. I was his eq

onsibility.' I'm sure she's still warm for you. D

t for the first time, it didn't scare me. The chasm between us was no

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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."”