Masuk"Say something,” I whisper to Caspian, my voice breaking. “Look me in the eyes and tell me this isn’t a mistake.” “I, Alpha Caspian King of the Nightfall Pack, reject you, Jocelyn Valdez, as my mate and Luna.” He says, staring down at me with a look of pity in his eyes. That… that wasn't what I was expecting him to say. However, I don't need his pity, but I think my ears must have heard wrong. “Accept my rejection, Jocelyn,” he says quietly. “Let’s end this.” “You mean let's end us?” I chuckle a sad laugh, looking up at him. “Yes.” His response is cold. I bite down on my bottom lip until I taste blood. I want to stop crying, but I can't. Why reject me? Why now? Why Lycena? I don't want to accept his rejection, but he is leaving me no other choice. “Well,” I gather all my strength, “I, Jocelyn Valdez, accept your rejection, Alpha Caspian King.” As soon as the words leave my lips, I feel like a knife is butchering my heart into pieces. The pain of accepting his rejection is so intense and so merciless that I can't breathe properly. I feel like I am dying. ~ Humiliated and heartbroken, Jocelyn Valdez fled the Nightfall Pack after being rejected by Alpha Caspian King at her Luna Ceremony before he chose a power-hungry she-wolf to be her replacement. Jocelyn vanished into the night with nothing; no pack, no powers, no future. But what no one knows in her previous pack is that Jocelyn is the Chosen one of the Moon Goddess. Now, five years later, she returns. No longer the weak rejected she-wolf they tossed away. And her ex-mate? He is on his knees begging for the woman he threw away.
Lihat lebih banyak~ JOCELYN ~
Tonight is going to be the most important night of my life. Tonight is the night I become Luna of the Nightfall Pack. Tonight is the night I marry the love of my life, Alpha Caspian King. Tonight is going to be awesome. Staring at my beautiful reflection in the floor-length mirror, I keep reciting those four sentences and holding my breath while adjusting the invisible fringes of my white wedding dress. The dress is a lovely dream that is snug around my curves and purposefully designed with white gemstones in order to sparkle when I walk into the gardens and towards the altar. Long story short, I should feel beautiful. I should feel ready. But all I feel is this strange discomfort pinching inside my chest. “You look beautiful.” Mara, one of the elder seamstresses in the room, whispers to me with a smile. She has been fussing over me and my gown since afternoon, and she also helped me get dressed and did my makeup. I manage to flash her a quick smile, “Thank you, Mara.” Her hands rest on my shoulders for a short moment before dropping. “The goddess is with you tonight, so don't be nervous, okay?” “No, I'm not nervous.” I lie. She must have detected my lie, but she doesn't say anything. Instead, she just nods and gives me a moment to calm my nerves as she returns to packing and arranging some of her working tools into her bag. The room returns to being quiet again. The silence is the type of silence that seems to be waiting for me to yell that I am nervous. Still staring at myself in the mirror, I try not to let my jittering nerves get the best of me. I have imagined this night over a thousand times. I have dreamt of standing beside Caspian in front of the whole Nightfall Pack, claiming my place beside him as his one and only Luna. And yet… I press my palm to my chest. The discomfort hasn’t left. Instead, it keeps growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. “Get it together, Jocelyn.” I rub my chest and shake my head, pushing the nerves to go away. My bond with Caspian is finally going to be sealed tonight. My future with him is finally going to be solidified. I love him with all my heart. This is everything I have ever wanted. I was eight when I first met Caspian. He was already the alpha heir to the Nightfall Pack, all handsome and kind and so out of my league. I was just the orphaned girl with glassy blue eyes and long untamed red curls, dropped into the packhouse by a stranger who was kind enough to bring me into this pack. No one spoke to me much back then. Not even the pups. I was the outsider. I was the unwanted. But not to Caspian. He found me crying under the willow tree behind the training fields one day. I had scraped one of my knees when I was trying to run away from Lycena Bale, the Gamma's daughter, and her gang of fellow bullies. My heart was shattered with all kinds of ugly names that they threw at me. But when Caspian found me, he was sweet and gentle. He sat beside me, wordless, then he handed me a bunch of moonflowers he had plucked from the packhouse garden just to cheer me up. I had flinched when he also wiped my teary cheeks, and he made me smile when he said the moonflowers would bloom better if I smiled. I didn't believe him, but I smiled anyway. From that moment on, he became my whole world. We started as friends first. Then… something more. I was always careful not to ever overstep my boundaries because he was the alpha heir, and I was just a nobody. But my heart never obeyed my logical instructions. I have always been in love with Caspian King, my best friend, but I knew we could never be together. Or so I thought. As our friendship grew over the years, our wolves came of age, and by a twisted fate, we ended up being mated to each other. The day we discovered we were fated, Caspian confessed he loved me and kissed me like I was his addiction, and I felt like the universe had finally apologized for everything I had lost in my life. Caspian was finally mine. And I was his. But lately… Lately, he has been… distant. Not cruel. Caspian has never been cruel to me or to anyone. I just feel that he has been busy or just… distracted. He is also cold sometimes. Like there is a door between us he won’t open, no matter how many times I knock and beg him to let me in. I keep telling myself it is just stress. As the Alpha of this pack, he has expectations, responsibilities. However, the discomfort in my chest keeps warning me that something is… off. A knock sounds at the door. “Jocelyn?” comes a soft voice. It’s Beta Callan’s mate, Judith. “Come in.” The door opens and she enters. “My goodness.” She gushes over my appearance. “Alpha Caspian is going to have a hard time focusing on anything else that's not you tonight.” “Thank you.” I give her a smile that isn't really joyful over the moon. “It’s time.” She announces and happily kisses my cheeks before leaving the room. After the door shuts, I suck in a deep breath into my lungs and hold it in there. It's time. “I'll be leaving as well,” Mara smiles at me as she hangs her bag on her shoulder. “See you at the ceremony, Luna.” Luna. That title reminds me that I am doing the right thing tonight. Smiling, I give Mara a nod, silently thanking her one last time before she leaves. When the door shuts again, my heart starts pounding harder inside my chest. It's just nerves. “Help me goddess,” I whisper to myself and take one final look at the mirror before I pick up my bouquet of moonflowers from the bed and move towards the door. With slightly trembling hands, I open the door and leave the room.~ ELIAN ~ Pain. Pure, crushing pain. That’s the first thing I feel inside my entire body the instant I wake up and stir. The pain is deeper than any physical pain I've ever felt, and the parts of my body that hurt the most are my shoulders and ribs. Fuck. I thought I died. The realization that I'm not dead yet fills me with both happiness and fear. Yes, I'm alive, but why didn't they finish me off? Also, where am I? I stir further to the point where I'm able to sit up properly. A painful groan rips out of me when my ribs crack. It's really painful, as if someone continued beating me even after I was knocked out. My throat burns. My chest hurts, and I feel like my bones are grinding together to make sure I suffer more. I should be healed by now, so why is my body taking this long amount of time to heal? Lycena. That bitch! Whatever her nails did to me when they pierced my shoulders must be the reason why I'm still in so much pain. But where am I? My eyes peel open slowly.
~ ELIAN ~ I feel sick about this. My eyes stay on Lycena as she pedals faster. The moonlight is my only guide, painting the woods in a wash of white while the shadows of the trees keep creating their own darkness. Every muscle in my body is straining as I keep pushing myself forward and keeping low, and my wolf inside me is demanding to be released, but I fight down the urge to give in and shift. I can’t shift now. I'm not with any spare clothes to change into if I shift and then transform back to my human form naked. I want to contact Jocelyn, but I can't risk it, especially since I don't know where this woman is heading to and I could be putting Jocelyn in more danger than the one she's already drowning in. I can't risk doing anything that will raise more suspicions and accusations against her. With that decided, I chase Lycena alone and faster, but not too loud to raise any suspicion. I've also masked my scent, but even that is not enough because my guts are telling me that so
~ ELIAN ~ I had told Jocelyn to let me carry some of her pain. And truly, I meant every word. To be honest, being here in the Nightfall Pack feels like living in a foreign jungle where I have no protection. This place doesn't feel like home, and the answer is pretty simple. Many idiots live here. And there's so much going on behind the scenes that doesn't make any sense but still affects everything in the wrong way. Take for instance that shit Caspian pulled today. It doesn't make any sense that he accused Jocelyn of being the traitor when he knows how much she has sacrificed to help in ending the attacks. Even thinking about his foul accusation now only angers me more. But that aside, I believe Jocelyn is right about Caspian being manipulated, and we need to get to the bottom of this before it becomes worse. I let out a sigh and pause on my stroll near the servants' quarters not too far from the guesthouse. I find an empty rail near the walkway and rest on it, breathing in the n
~ ELIAN ~ “He’s a fucking idiot!” I yell as soon as I enter the private sitting room of the guesthouse where we stayed during the summit. I dump our travelling bags on the ground and begin pacing the room, going back and forth with my blood boiling inside my veins. That asshole! He has lost his fucking mind. That’s the only explanation. Behind me, the door clicks shut softly. I turn just in time to see Jocelyn wiping her red puffy eyes and looking fragile, as if she is holding herself together with the last threads of strength she has left. Her bag slides from her shoulder and hits the floor with a dull thud. She doesn’t look at me. She doesn’t move. She just stands there, staring at the rug with her hands trembling at her sides. I stop pacing. Seeing her like this twists my anger into another feeling. A painful feeling that has me wondering why the hell Alpha Caspian behaved that way. The images of everything that happened back in that office swim through my head in a rapid rush
~ JOCELYN ~What?Tears sting my eyes instantly, but I fight them back. “Wait, you think I’m working with the monster who wants to kill me? Are you insane?”“You're the one who is insane for lying to everyone and having the damn guts to tell me that you're suspecting someone else of being the traitor when the bloody traitor has been you all along. How dare you lie to me?”“And how dare you invite me here to listen to this garbage?!” My voice cracks, both broken and angry. “Who's feeding you lies about me? Is it Lycena? Tell me, is it her?!”“Shut up you liar!” He unfolds his arms, his fists clenched so tight the veins strain against his skin. “Lycena has nothing to do with this. In fact, I think she's been right about you all these years.”“What?” “You heard me. Don’t play innocent. Don’t you dare. Thanox knew about the summit. He knew exactly where and when to strike. And the only person he bloody had access to was you.”It's my turn to chuckle. “Wow. If that is why you think I'm th
~ JOCELYN ~ Over a week has passed since the summit ended. Over a week of restless nights and pretending to focus back home here when really, all I’ve been doing is replaying Caspian in my head over and over again. During these past few days, I also took Declan's advice and thought long and hard about a lot of things. Turns out Declan is right. Choosing to forgive Caspian doesn't mean I'm weak. It means that I'm stronger than the person who hurt me and that I'm moving forward without anything or anyone holding me back. But now, being here in Declan's office and staring at the envelope between us as he waits for my reply to what he said to me earlier, something feels off. Caspian wants me to come back to the Nightfall Pack for something urgent, and somehow, it doesn't feel… right. “Jocelyn?” “Mhm?” I look up from the envelope, meeting his eyes. “Do you want to go?” he asks quietly, “I mean this…” he taps the letter, “this feels sudden.” “I know, but I'm sure there must be a go






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