Comeback Of The Rejected Luna

Charlotte:The bed was warm, but the space beside me was frozen.I turned my head slowly, eyes adjusting to the morning light pouring in through the curtains. Ashton lay beside me, shirtless, broad back turned, muscles tense, as if sleeping next to me was a punishment.Maybe it was.Maybe I was the punishment.Maybe sleeping by my side was his form of punishing me, a reminding me that I was not going to be his lover, that I was never going to be enough in his eyes. Mate or not, I knew that he did not want me by his side.I sat up slowly, pulling the sheets around me, watching the rise and fall of his breathing. His scent, a rich blend of pine and rain, should’ve calmed me. But these days, it just felt like a reminder of how far apart we really were, mated by fate, divided by choice. People who did not want to be with one another and yet we were simply forced to be together because of a bond that bound the two of us. A bond that we chose to accept rather than him rejecting me or I reje

Charlotte: The forest had never felt so suffocating. And never did I find myself feeling as alone as I felt today. Each step through the thick underbrush was heavy, my legs aching, my body chilled from the cold bite of the wind that refused to die down. The world around me was quiet, unnervingly so, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath, watching me wander like a ghost. Like the whole world was mocking my luck, once again. Just when I thought that maybe I had another chance, that maybe I was not alone… here I was, all alone, all over again. Again, a rogue. Again, forgotten. Again, exiled. And again, unwanted. I didn’t know how long I’d been walking. Hours, maybe. Long enough for the pain in my chest to settle into a dull throb, and long enough for the weight of Ashton’s voice to echo one too many times in my head. "You're not fit to be Luna." "You were never meant to be mine." I clenched my fists. The papers still burned in the satchel at my hip. The paper

Charlotte: I woke to silence. Not the kind laced with tension or cold indifference, but real silence. The peaceful kind. The kind that said that there was no one speaking, no one yelling, no one waiting for you to make a mistake. It was just quietness. For a second, I forgot where I was. For a second, I found myself looking around, trying to familiarize myself with the room. The sheets beneath me were clean, soft. The scent in the room was faintly woodsy, cedar and earth, but not unfamiliar. A far cry from the stale corners of Crescent Moon, or the bitter frost of exile. My eyes welled up with tears, but I refuse to let it show. I just looked away as I took a deeper breath than necessary, calming myself down. I sat up slowly, muscles stiff but intact. My body was still sore from walking around for hours. Normally my body would have been stronger, but judging by the weakness that I felt, the pain that I felt, my sister betraying me, my mate's rejecting me, everything just draine

Xavier:It was extremely difficult to control my curiosity about Charlotte. I wanted to know everything about her but she was just not responsive.She also didn't seem like the type who talked much as we had not really had a proper and long conversation since she arrived.I wanted to ask her all the questions I had but the last thing I also wanted to do was force her or make her uncomfortable around me.I had hoped she would open up but after the way she tried to end our conversation, I decided it might take more time than I had expected.After Charlotte left, I also finished up my meal and thought about what to do.All I needed was some information about her in order to know what she had gone through and what led her into the woods.I continued to think about it when Max came to mind.He was one of the people I trusted and since I could not talk to Alessandro about Charlotte, he was my next available option."I should ask him to come over," I muttered to myself.I would have asked Al

Xavier: Charlotte remained quiet, and that made me angry. "Charlotte", I called her again. She still didn't respond; instead of responding, she put on a defensive look. I knew that she might know and be used to this pack and how everything went here, but I didn't think she hated it this much. Looking at her from my room window a few minutes ago, I saw a woman that looked like she was in bondage and wanted freedom desperately. Since Charlotte arrived at this pack, I have done everything to make her feel at home, but seeing her attempting to do this made me so angry. Her silence right now angered me more. "Charlotte, I told you to trust me. Why don't you just give me a chance and let me prove myself? Why did you ----?" I paused halfway, as I was getting really angry and overwhelmed. But there was still no response from Charlotte. Seconds rolled into minutes, and Charlotte still stood there looking so defensive without giving me an answer. "You know what?" I said, turning