The Girl without a wolf: The Rejected Luna
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t the party? I feel a mix of anger and sadness boiling inside me. How could someone who was supposed to
for me. Even if it were a Gamma or an Omega, I wouldn't mind. All I ask for is a mate
ide my room, too afraid to step outside. I'm emotionally drained and have lost my will to live. After what happened tonigh
ng since we returned, but I just can't bring myself to open it. I'm too ashamed to fac
me be, please," I say between sobs, but my mothe
is door,
hes. "Please." I break down as the scene replays in my he
ne," Mother ann
down from my bed
ask her, wiping away my
rry, love. I couldn't protect you. I feel worthless. I
d that means a lot to me. Thank you so much. You
pes my tears with her thumb. "Ever
Everyone hates me, even my father. What is my offense? Is it
sweetie. Your f
the party. He would have rejected me if he could. Mother, I'm alre
, Jane? What did I do wrong? W
d to leave this place. I feel like a disgrace to you," I whisper. "I know some peop
at me, I don't care, darling. I
g around will only make it worse. I'm only going to ge
s. She opens her mouth
then I'll help you contact my sister. She's the Luna of the neighboring pack, not so far
love you," I mumble,
y mother and I are still hug
he mumbles as he enters. He watches me with a hateful stare
much, Father?" I ask, d
leader and a father." His eyes are cold and unyielding, filled with disdain that cuts deep into my soul. His jaw is clenched, and his lips curl into a sneer as if the very sight of me disgusts him. The lines o
to your daughter like that?" she challenges, her voice trembling but re
apart, every word a dagger that cuts deeper into my already wounded soul. I swallow hard, trying to muster the strength to stand tall despite his cruel words. "Stop calling her my daugh
the
die than accept you a
ther yells as she
. Admit it, Clara, she's a disgrace. I wish I
one a fresh wound that deepens the ache in my chest. He wou
the
rd. It's annoying to think t
, tears streaming down
hugs me. "I will al
roars befo
obbing uncontrollably. His words pierce my heart like knives, each one cutting deeper than
rds. "Don't listen to him, Jane. He's wrong. You are not a disgrace. You
to look at her. "Why does he hate me
thing wrong, Jane. Your father... he has his own demons, his own insecurities.
as if I can physically hold my shattered heart toget
hands. "Maybe not by your father or your so-called mate, but by me. And by
of this pack, this place where I've always felt like an outsider. But maybe a fresh start is