Chasing My Rejected Luna Tegan Novels & Stories

Teagan observed my reaction, clearly pleased with the effect it had on me. A knowing smile played on her face, and it felt like a sharp jab to my heart. After the meet-and-greet, Luna returned to the private room with Hugo. Teagan quickly went up to her, looping her arm with Luna's, and teased, "Luna, you've gone all out for Hugo's surprise. Aren't you worried your boyfriend might get jealous?" Luna stiffened at the comment, and then her eyes flicked to me, guilt flashing in her gaze.

She stood there for what felt like an hour before shrugging her shoulders, “I will try to talk to Pete, but Ronan and his psycho wolf are your problem. I denounced the pack, I am not your Luna, remember?” It’s my turn to roll my eyes, “Hey dumbass, just because you denounced the pack, doesn’t mean that you aren’t our Luna. You haven’t been marked yet and you haven’t rejected him yet, so you are still our rightful Luna. “Okay, so tell me how to reject the asshole and I will do it right now!” I smile. Got her. “You have to say the words to him in person and he has to accept the rejection, otherwise it’s not legit.”

He giggles. "Bleeding and you asking for rejection? So funny." He grabbed my face. "no one will close your wound, you will bleed to death even if I accept your rejection." I pay no attention to him my chest heavy as the pain hit me. "I, alpha Rayvan Zane of the Red Moon Pack, accept your rejection. Lily Brown, you are no longer my Luna, and you are hereby banished from the Red Moon Pack. May the goddess bear me witness as I share no pains with you, you, and only you will bear the pain of rejections."

When I walked out of his chambers, the guards in the hallway refused to meet my eyes; they had heard, or they had guessed, and their silence was its own kind of cruelty. I found Lila waiting for me at the edge of the celebration grounds, her face pale and her eyes red from crying. "I heard," she said, pulling me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. "The whole pack is talking about it. He announced the rejection to his Beta before you even woke up. Everyone knows, Rya." "Of course he did." I pulled back, and I was surprised to find that I had no tears left. "He wanted to make sure everyone knows I am nothing, that I'm not good enough to be their Luna."

’ Lyra finally whispered, breaking through my haunting thoughts. She didn’t stop there though, her voice still light, she teased, “I’d admit he’s quite the catch but we know he doesn’t and would never love us.” I laughed at myself… of course I knew and I had no plans of fighting with his bond with his true mate. “Then why did you say yes… Do you really want to play the fake Luna while he lies with his woman every night?” The bitter truth in her worlds threw me off guard and I stumbled over a root, my paws digging into the soil as I caught myself.

“I was the last one standing. I don’t know what score system you have going on here, but I like to think it was an easy win. I even did it after the rejection. One of them is barely ali—” “Shut your fucking mouth! I determine who my fucking luna is! I rejected you for a reason and you accepted! You don’t even know if you’re in the lead. I let you continue because of our arrangement, and when the scores are announced, make sure you see yourself out of my pack and never return.” I turn, grabbing the handle, my pulse racing when she stops me. “Careful, Jaden, you best not be implying what I think you are. If I find out you have fixed these games, I’ll mark you before you can even blink. Then th

"Bella, we can't afford to sit here and wallow in defeat. There's still time. There has to be something we can do—something to ensure you become Luna when Lawrence returns from the war. That is, if the Moon Goddess grants him victory and spares his life into the war.” Bella let out a sharp, bitter laugh, though her eyes remained hard, distant. "And what exactly can we do, Jane?" she asked, her tone laced with frustration. "What else can we attempt that won’t land us in more trouble than we're already in? Killing George was our last hope, and now... we've failed. Failed!" Her voice wavered with a mixture of sorrow and rage. "I can't stand the thought of that woman, Camilla, continuing to reig

"You owe me, Brandon ... take back or I'll leave you!" I would like to believe that this is possible. Moon Goddess ... can I get my rejection back? Please... I take a deep breath, look up to the sky and hopefully say: "I alpha Brandon Taylor take back my rejection and accept you Elle Parker as my mate, as my luna, as anything you want to be in my life. I TAKE IT BACK!" Then I fall to my knees crying. I feel a huge pain in my chest that seems to suffocate me, I lie down on the ground and close my eyes feeling how I slowly start to faint but not before hearing just like in a dream a warm and tender voice.

“I thought I hated Taryn. She was always noisy, goofing around me. I thought I didn’t like her. For a long time, I didn’t know what feeling is the right feeling I should have for my Luna. I thought I was into quiet she-wolf like you.” “But ever since Taryn came back. I knew I was wrong. What I have for you is only respect.” I looked at the dark grey sky outside. “Why is it that when I finally realized who my Luna is, she died? No, she must still be alive in the world.” It was not easy to halt all the ceremony preparation work. My parents believed that Taryn was dead. But in the werewolf world, Luna is destined by fate. “Chase, we understand your feelings, but Taryn is dead.”

CAMILA By the third day, I stopped pretending I didn’t understand what was happening. Lunaris Academy did not reject me openly. That would have been simple—clean, even. If they had told me outright that humans didn’t belong here, I could have fought it. Argued. Proved myself. Instead, they did something far more effective. They erased me. Liliana Blackthorn never raised her voice at me. She never shoved me, never insulted me directly, never dirtied her hands with cruelty. She didn’t need to. Her presence alone was enough to set things in motion, like a single command whispered to a well-trained pack.