The Rejected Luna.

e smoke in the air. Camille felt the sting of his words, but she let them wash over

and for a moment, they stood there, two women against the world. When

pered. "You stood up to him. Yo

n knots. "I'm tired of being the weak one, Hannah. I'm tired of being the g

s time we did something about it," she said carefully. "May

" Camille asked, h

t because they were tired of being ruled by Alphas like Joffrey. They call themselves the Rogues, but they're not th

ar-fetched story, but the idea planted a seed in her mind. A place whe

uld leave?" Camille a

ing the pack is dangerous, especially for an omega. But what do you have here, Ca

ames in the hearth. "I don't know if I can do it,

ll figure it out together. And if you do decide to stay, then

aving the pack, of venturing into the unknown, terrified her. But the thought of stayin

e said finally. "

e you need. But just know that w

pped. The warmth seeped into Camille's bones, and she felt herself relaxing, t

etting her empty mug on the ta

cern evident. "You can stay here toni

fer, but she shook her head. "No, I

Alright. Just... be careful, okay? If you need

ng her friend's hand one last time

r, deeper. Camille kept her head down, moving quickly, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the

o have wound down, the lights dimmed, only a few figures lingering on the porc

e, she wasn'

cided to sho

the wall with a glass of wine in her hand, her expression smug and predatory. She pushed o

ed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Or

ting Elara's gaze head-on. "Leave m

"Oh, but I'm just trying to be friendly," she purred. "After all, it's not e

snapped, her voice low and dangerous. "B

overed, her eyes narrowing. "Careful, little omega. You'r

espond, another voice

enough

the room, his presence commanding, and for a moment, Elara looked almos

fun, Alpha," she said

cking to Camille for the briefest of moments befo

she gave a mocking little bow. "Of

rply against the floor. Camille let out a breath she hadn't re

aid, his voice softer now, but still e

once made her heart flutter. Now, they only filled her with a dull, throbbi

that she could feel the heat of his body, smell the woodsy,

ice hardening. "You rejected me, Joffrey. You told

s had physically struck him. "I

r bubbling to the surface. "You did

y said, his voice rising. "Do you think I wa

low sound. "It looked pretty e

yes blazing with a mixture of frustration and something

ser, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might bu

might give her the answer she so desperately craved. But

lle. This conver

r standing there in the dimly lit hallway,