Todos los capítulos de THE REJECTED LUNA: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

~~~ANYA~~~I felt a twist in my stomach the moment I saw Meena smiling uncontrollably at the mention of the arrival of the Alpha.My mate is here. The Alpha. My heart flung in my chest as blood rushed to my cheeks. I turned to smile at Talia closely as she held my hands tightly. She returned the gesture with an encouraging smile. The voice that made the announcement a while ago rang again. “Let's welcome the king chosen by the moon goddess herself,” the voice continued, causing my focus to shift from Talia to the audience, as the arrival of the man I've been waiting for was being announced. The drum rang once, then twice, then once again, then twice again. Everyone giggled in excitement at the mention of the goddess and was eager to see their Alpha. From the corner of my eye, I saw Meena let out a sneer. I shoved her away the moment our eyes met. The Elder stood still facing the crowd as he continued his announcement, his voice filled with reverence. “Welcome, Alpha Kane, of the Ri

~~~ANYA~~~ I cried, letting my tears mix with the warm water from the shower as the two liquids intertwined, rolling over my body. I had locked myself unsure of how I could make myself stop and look for a solution inside the bathroom in my new bedroom cage, as he said—not far away from the Alpha’s bedroom. I felt like I was destined to be like this, carrying a damn curse I'm accused of. Crying for all eternity would not solve the issue, but I just had to. The Alpha had decided to keep me at his use until the goddess knew when. He had used me the very next day he had rejected me. He's used to having many girls to himself, and here I am, starting to be in line with those kinds of girls he always uses and dumps. This was not the type of life I had envisioned for myself while growing up under this pack. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door of my room. I quickly turned the shower knob, reducing the water flow so that I could listen clearly. It went quiet. My heart began to beat f

~~~Anya~~~The next morning felt colder than usual. It wasn't because of the weather, but because of the place I'm headed to. Sterling Corporation—Ridgewood Holdings, stood tall before me. Its glass exterior was reflecting the early morning sunlight as if nothing, not even the air in it had changed. But for me, everything had really changed. For the entire company and for the pack. I walked towards the entrance of the building adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. Yesterday's paused whispers started the moment the glass doors slid open. “Woah, she really has courage. I'll give her that.”“Does she really still work here? If I were her, I would've disappeared.” I had expected this, and so my step never stopped. I passed them confidently. Although, hearing it from them was different. The lobby suddenly felt too big above my head. Too full of watching eyes, and too bright. I kept walking towards the elevator like I had been walking in everyday for the past few years. Except for

~~~Anya~~~Something had changed.Not the whispers, because those were still there. But now, they were mixed with something else. Respect. Curiosity. And a little bit of fear, if I should call it that. It was morning, I noticed the changes the moment I stepped into Ridgewood Holdings. The elevator doors opened at the executive floor, and some employees immediately looked towards my direction.Few of them quickly looked away. While others didn't.One of the junior analysts whose desk is close to mine simply nodded at me. “Good morning miss Anya,” he said justly. That alone was enough to make three nearby assistants stare at him in awe. Those same people had been the one whispering about my rejection yesterday. Today they were suddenly interested in being polite to me again.I walked past them calmly keeping a normal face and headed towards my desk. Because I knew for sure why their attitude had suddenly changed. The East Ridge Contract. News easily spread fast in the company. And I kn

~~~~Anya~~~~This shouldn't be happening. My fingers trembled at my sides. The sound from the heart monitor was no longer even. It was erratic and terrifying. The beeping was violent. “Clear,” I heard from the corner of the room, my body jerking as the doctors trooped in and surrounded my father, their voices, urgent, sharp, and overlapping. I stood frozen at the side corner of the room, my back still pressed against the wall, and my head full of a million thoughts. “Again!” Then the machine buzzed. My heart slammed against my ribs at the sight before me. “No, no, no,” I kept whispering under my breath. Not him, not now. Not when almost everything in my life is falling apart. “Stabilize him now,” came again, from one of the doctors.“Pulse?” From another.“Faint!” From another. No. I couldn't watch this anymore. I closed my eyes, unable to process anything. My fear grew too much. The images were too much. My legs felt numb, as if they would give out at any time. And yet? I could