The Rejected Luna.

ence. Camille Jones moved quietly through the shadows, her footsteps light, almost ghostly, as she made her way to the back of the

ille should have felt excitement, a sense of hope even, but all she felt was dread. She was nothing more than a caretaker here, a role she'd been relegated to s

Camille could see glimpses of them through the large windows: the women in their silk dresses, the men d

pack's enforcers, glaring at her with thinly veiled disdain. "What are you doing skulking arou

d, stepping aside as the woman brushed past her, t

alcohol, and the distinct musk of power. Camille kept her gaze down, slipping through the room unnoticed as she collec

little omega rat,"

e Beta's son, and his friends. They took pleasure in

g closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Why don't you run along bef

trained curve of her lips, and ducked her head. "Of course, Derek," s

arty guests faded to a distant hum, replaced by the rapid pounding of her heart. Why did she still hope? Why did

elt when they met their mate-was something she'd dreamed of her entire life. It was supposed to be the

d grip her arm, spinning her around. Camille's eyes flew open, locking on

a Jo

ht. Joffrey Smith was a towering figure, his dark hair falling loosely around his sharp,

oice low and rough. "Wha

g, undeniable, a sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her heart p

s her

, his expression twisted into something like fury. He relea

his eyes narrowing.

he rejection she saw in his eyes was like a punc

s, laced with disgust. He looked her up a

round had been pulled out from under her feet. "Joffrey," she wh

drawing the attention of several nearby pack members. "I, Joffrey Smi

gering. Pain lanced through her chest, sharper than any wound she'd ever experie

ling in her eyes. "Why?" she wh

"Because you are nothing," he said simply. "A weak, p

ity and scorn watching her. Camille clutched her chest, gasping for air as the pain of the rejection consumed her. She stu