The Orphan Luna's Rejection
The word echoes like a wound reopening.
Regina beams like the sun itself, dragging her ridiculous bags as if she’s chasing a dream.
And maybe she is. She wanted this, wanted him. She has always set her sights on being Luna.
Seeing her now, smiling like she owns the world, makes the old pain tear open all over again.
“She has taken everything that should be ours,” my wolf snarls, fury simmering beneath the surface. “And now she flaunts it.”
I square my shoulders, forcing the ache down deep where it belongs. I’ve survived worse than this. I can survive this too. But the sight of Arthur, so close, so untouchable, makes my chest ache like it did the night he spoke those words, ‘I reject you.’