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Rejection

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“I, Amara, reject you, Alpha Damon, as my mate,” Amara said firmly, but her eyes glistened with un-shed tears.

Damon felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

His worst fear materialising.

“No, I won’t.” He shook his head, his jaw set tight. “I won’t reject you, Amara.”

“Reject me, Damon,” Amara pressed, already tired of the conversation. “It would be best for both of us. You’re not listening to me, Amara.”

“I don’t want to listen to you,” Amara raised her voice, her chest heaving. “I’m done chasing you, waiting for you to look my way. I’m done.”

“Damon.” Amara.

Damon’s eyes softened, pleading. He racked his brain for something to say, but nothing seemed right enough. For the first time, he was rendered completely speechless.

Amara regained her composure, and a moment of silence passed between them. The real struggle was holding back her tears because she refused to cry in front of him.
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  • The Luna they both Claimed    Rejection

    “I, Amara, reject you, Alpha Damon, as my mate,” Amara said firmly, but her eyes glistened with un-shed tears. Damon felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. His worst fear materialising. “No, I won’t.” He shook his head, his jaw set tight. “I won’t reject you, Amara.” “Reject me, Damon,” Amara pressed, already tired of the conversation. “It would be best for both of us. You’re not listening to me, Amara.” “I don’t want to listen to you,” Amara raised her voice, her chest heaving. “I’m done chasing you, waiting for you to look my way. I’m done.” “Damon.” Amara. Damon’s eyes softened, pleading. He racked his brain for something to say, but nothing seemed right enough. For the first time, he was rendered completely speechless. Amara regained her composure, and a moment of silence passed between them. The real struggle was holding back her tears because she refused to cry in front of him.

  • The Luna they both Claimed    Realization

    The next morning, Damon stirred, his eyes slowly opening as the morning sun’s rays flashed on his face. Slowly, he forced his eyes open, his groggy mind gradually coming to clarity. His head throbbed and his body felt heavy, but something felt off. The scent in the air clung to him, one that was familiar, yet wrong in the subtlest way. Amara. He croaked, his voice hoarse as he turned his head, scanning the empty room. There was no response. His fingers clutched the sheets, pulling them closer, as fragments of the last moments before he blacked out played in his mind. He tried to sit up, but winced as his body protested the movement. He didn’t understand what had happened, but he could remember seeing Amara in his room. But how was that possible? What was she doing on top of him? His wolf stirred weakly in his mind. Something’s wrong, it growled. The usual fiery energy dulled. That wasn’t her. Damon froze, his blo

  • The Luna they both Claimed    Setup Achieved

    “Why must I wear this wig and put on these clothes?” the woman asked, staring at the dress and red wig in Darius’s hands. “Shush. Keep your voice down,” Darius urged, and the woman frowned but obeyed. Darius looked back at Damon to be sure his brother was still knocked out. When he was certain, he turned back to her. “Damon desires only one woman, and that is Amara. This is her dress, and this wig matches the color of her hair. “I’m doing this so that if he opens his eyes while still drugged, he will think you are Amara. The dress will give you her scent, and the wig will make you look like her. That way, he won’t struggle much with you. “Now do you get it?” The woman swallowed hard and nodded. “Good. Now go into the bathroom and change,” he demanded, handing the dress and wig to her. She took them and went into the bathroom. Darius moved hi

  • The Luna they both Claimed    The set up

    The moment Damon left his room, Darius moved with silent precision toward Damon’s door. His fingers gripped the small vial of spell-infused liquid tightly as he slipped inside, his heart hammering in his chest. He wore a mask over his nose and mouth to shield himself from the potion’s effects. Damon’s room was impeccably tidy, a reflection of his disciplined nature. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air. Darius glanced at the closed door behind him before stepping further inside. His gaze landed on the perfectly arranged bed, the pillow neatly fluffed at the head of it. He pulled the stopper from the vial, a sharp herbal tang wafting from the potion. Carefully, he poured a thin stream of the liquid onto Damon’s pillow. Using his gloved hand to spread it evenly, the potion absorbed into the fabric, leaving no trace of its presence. Darius whispered to himself. Though unease c

  • The Luna they both Claimed    Act like he cares

    Damon heard a faint sound of discomfort echoing through the hallway. His instincts kicked in, and he immediately left his room, following the sound. It led him to Amara’s room, where the door was slightly ajar. Peeking inside, he saw Amara seated upright on her bed, her face scrunched in pain as the doctor carefully worked on her injured legs. Two nurses stood nearby, ready to assist, while the older nurse offered encouraging words. “You’re doing great, Amara,” the doctor said calmly, though his voice was firm. “I know it hurts, but we need to work on restoring your mobility. Just a little more.” Amara bit her lip, sweat forming on her brow. She didn’t want to cry in front of everyone, but the pain was overwhelming. Damon stepped into the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. “What’s going on here?” he demanded, his voice edged with concern. The doctor glance

  • The Luna they both Claimed    Strange Dreams

    Amara was having breakfast in bed while her two personal nurses were seated in the room, watching her as Amara forced the food down her throat. She hated her condition and couldn’t wait to start using her legs. She was used to eating meals downstairs with the twins, but now it seemed she wouldn’t do that for a while. “Are you okay? Don’t you like the meal?” one of the nurses, an older lady with a low haircut, asked as she stared at Amara with curiosity, noticing she was picking at her food. Amara flashed a weak smile, trying to hide the frustration bubbling inside her. “It’s fine,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “I’m just not very hungry.” The older nurse exchanged a glance with the younger one, concern flickering in her eyes. “You need to eat, dear,” she said gently, leaning forward. “Your body needs strength to heal and for further therapy. “The doctor will not be pleased if you’re sk

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