THE REJECTED LUNA의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

~~~~Anya~~~~“His heart is failing.” The impact of those words lingered long after they were spoken. They didn't just echo. But they shattered.The surroundings faded into a haze as the doctors rushed forward again. Their actions were rushed, voices turned into overlapping shouts, into a chaos I couldn't even understand anymore. “Stop, please,” I sputtered, stumbling back as a firm but gentle arm broke my path to the bed. “Please, give us space, miss Anya.” Space? Huhh? How's I supposed to give space when my entire world was lying helpless on that bed? I found myself back into the corner again, just like before. But this time, there was no strength guarding me right. Just fear. Only fear. A raw, suffocating fear. The machines screamed louder again. Fast and unstable. “Clear!” Came again,as the jolt of electricity made my body flinch violently. In pure disbelief, I clapped my hands over my mouth, but not before a small cry slipped through. “Again!” Another shock. Then another

~~~~Anya~~~~Once upon a time, my father used to breath, and now? I'm mechanically preparing for his final resting place. It felt like a sheer shock that haven't quiet settled into grief yet. Just a quiet numbing routine as I gather the needed materials, wrestling with the surreal heartbreaking reality of the burial. I walked into my closet to find something suitable to wear. No joyous color to choose from, just dark somber clothes meant for occasions like this. I stood there so numb. Lost in my thoughts, forgetting the next step to chose at all. “You should quit standing there, Anya. The pack is waiting,” Talia started from behind me, walking towards the closet in front of me as she picked something for me to put on. She pulled out a clean, iron black shirt, and a matching cap to hers, and smoothed the fabric down. “Here, I already kept it ready for you.” She said as she handed them to me. Every brush of my hand against the cloth served as a painful reminder of where we were going

~~~~Anya~~~~ “Wait, Anya. “Don't go please.” His voice froze me on my feet, before I could fully leave. For some seconds, I wondered if it was my head that had imagined them. Because, these right now, is what Alpha Kane never does. He simply never begged. You know what he does? He orders. He commands, he demands. That's what Alpha Kane does. Other than pleading. Yet, as if by magic, he was standing just right behind me, his voice, a tender whisper, soft, that sent shivers down my spine. The way he stressed the, “don't go.” The room quickly felt too small. Too dangerous and kind of quiet. I turned around slowly. Kane was still standing by his desk, his gaze held mine, his hand still lingered in the air as if his heart had compelled him to reach out before his mind could catch up. The moment our eyes met, was when he then lowered his hands. A strange silence took over the room and settled between us. “What is it?” I finally asked.He clenched his jaw, he fought the temptation of p

~~~~KANE~~~~ The stillness in my study had become more than I could endure. Silence is what I hated. Because, it left too much room for thinking. And thinking has really become a problem for me lately. I stared at the towering stacks of paperwork on the polished mahogany desk. Expansion proposals, projections, and contracts, which all blurred together as my fingers tiredly tapped out a rapid beat. You know, work should usually helpin times like this. Like, it usually drowned out everything else.But heaves had it today, it wasn't even working at all.My eyes glazed over as I reread the same paragraph for the fifth time, the words refusing to sink in. Still yet, I haven't absorbed a single word. I just tossed the file aside with a curse under my breath. The chair made a creaking sound as I leaned backwards. Then my gaze shifted looking towards the window, and to the darkness outside. To the section of the estate where Anya's room was located. I felt an irritation growing inside of

~~~~Anya~~~~ Immediately Tyran left the office, breathing alone became tough for me. The silence that came after those words from him felt so heavy and thick. Truly, someone is framing me. Someone had deliberately seized the documents for themselves and watched the blame pushed onto me. And yet, I think I know exactly who it most likely was. I remained in shock and awe for several seconds after Tyran disappeared through the doorway. The space in the office room suddenly felt too small. Too uncomfortable. Too damn suffocating. You know that type of suffocation where you feel like a stone is stuck in your neck inside your oesophagus? That's how I feel now. Every insult, every damn one I had endured these past few weeks, replayed continuously inside my head, and suddenly, the walls in the room seemed to close around me. Rejected. Unworthy. Pathetic. A no-Luna material. Kane's mistake. Kane's toy. Every damn insult! My fingers squeezed at the edge of the desk. Right now, the pain in my