Two Mates of the Rejected Luna

Eve's POV: I walk down the hushed corridors, my heart heavy with the weight of my thoughts. A child's voice interrupts my reverie. "Miss Eve, can you draw with us?" one of the kids calls out. I offer a faint smile and reply, "Kids, I need to make a phone call first, but I'll join you in a moment, okay?" Two years have passed since I was banished from the pack. Amy and I have found our footing in the bustling city, where we launched our own event planning business. But in the quiet corners of my life, the pain of losing my child lingers like a shadow. To find solace and keep the memory of my miscarried child alive, I make it a point to volunteer at a local welfare home. Today is one of those days, a day I dedicate to these visits. The day I lost my child. I reach for my phone and dial my best friend and business partner, Amy. She's the company's director of catering and also owns a bakery, while I manage the overall business. Today, we're handling a company party for the city's la

Amy looked at me, confused and amazed. I never brought men home. "God, I'm sorry, I'm leaving now," she stammered and started to leave. Before I could stop her and explain, Raven intervened. He wore a conspiratorial smile as he turned to Amy. "We have a witness to our engagement. That's wonderful," he said. Amy's eyes darted between Raven and me, her brows furrowing in bewilderment. I couldn't resist playing along, so I flashed a mischievous smile and decided to join in on Raven's joke. "I got engaged!" I declared, feigning excitement as I showed off the ring on my finger. The shock on Amy's face was evident as she dropped her keys in disbelief. She struggled to process the unexpected revelation, her gaze alternating between my face and the ring. "You did what, Eve?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment. Raven and I burst into laughter. His contagious laughter made it difficult to keep a straight face. "We're just joking, Amy," I finally managed to say through my

Eve’s POV: I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers smoothing out an errant strand of hair. My nerves were jangling like a piano wire, each note a discordant reminder of the choice I was about to make. Working with Raven meant trouble for Ryan, my ex-mate. Although I shouldn't have cared about his feelings after everything he put me through, a nagging voice in the back of my mind whispered "traitor." Back when I was part of the pack, I had been deeply involved in Ryan's business endeavors. Walking away from it now meant abandoning years of hard work and starting from scratch. I knew if Ryan ever found out, he'd see it as yet another betrayal. Thankfully, Ryan rarely visited the city, even when I was still part of the pack. I wasn't going to let him take this opportunity away from me. I needed this fresh start, this chance to be in control of my own destiny. I'd pledged my loyalty to Ryan as his mate, but he'd cast me out and break our bond. That pledge was no longer bind

Eve’s POV: I sat frozen, like a stuffed animal, unable to gather my wits or find the strength to move a muscle. Seeing Ryan sitting on my doorstep was beyond comprehension. I blinked several times, trying to process the surreal sight before me. He looked angry, his breathing heavy and his eyes darting restlessly across my face. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words escaped my lips. Similarly, he remained silent, and we simply locked eyes, exchanging a wordless intensity. In the next instant, the impulse to retreat surged through me, urging me to run back into the safety of my house. But before I could react, Ryan grabbed me and pulled me into a tight embrace. At first, I felt numb, almost detached from the warmth enveloping me, but the reality of the situation quickly resurfaced, and I started to struggle against his hold. Yet, he only tightened his arms around me, refusing to let go. "What's wrong with you?" I screamed. I thrashed in his grip, desperate to break free. "How do

Ryan’s POV: My initial intent in coming to Eve's office was simply to taunt Raven. I wanted to remind him that he was encroaching on my territory by converting his property into a mall. However, as I watched the dynamics between Eve and Raven, a different kind of rage began to build within me. It was no longer just about territory; it was about the woman I considered mine. Raven, the son of the Alpha of the Grim Claw Pack, wasn't just taking over my territory; it seemed he had laid claim to my mate. The mere thought of it infuriated me, shit, I can't let this pass without a confrontation. I couldn't help but notice the sneaky eye contact between Eve and Raven when she gave him the heads-up about me trying to hinder the mall's opening. Their eyes were having a whole conversation that I couldn't freaking get. It kept bugging the hell out of me. My anger grew stronger as I recalled seeing Eve in Raven's building the previous day. She insisted it was all work-related, but if that were