Chasing My Rejected Luna Tegan の小説・ストーリー

I nodded with a smile. "And then we ca---," but just as Rosalie was about to speak with a smile on her face, Atticus interrupted her. "Wait, let them reject each other first," he clearly wanted it to happen soon. "I, Luna Cynthia, reject you as my mate," I told Enzo. "I accept your rejection, your highness," he smiled. Rosalie and Enzo left a few minutes later, and my father came out of the room.

I complained bitterly and he smirked. “It will only be greed if you don’t let it go,” he said. “Let it go? To whom? For who?” I questioned impatiently. “All the Betas are hawks.” I began. “I don’t mean I’m the best for this position but they are waiting for this situation in order to snatch leadership away from us. I can’t afford to leave, father.” I refused with reasons, my mother sighed. “This pack still has a Luna, doesn’t it?” My mother tagged into our conversation.

Fiona chuckled at his words knowing that Reyna would get pissed by it but she cared less about it all she wanted at this point we to make Alan fall for her and she can become Luna of the pack when she double crosses Reyna. "What did you just say?... You just insulted me Alan and you're laughing about it l!!"

"You are the person I want. I do not want anything. I just want you. I want those days that we used to have. Those days you promised that I was going to be your Luna, do you remember that?" "You mean when I was nineteen. You mean when you cheated on me with someone else, just because I was in a psychiatric clinic? I stayed there for just three months and healed up. You couldn't wait that long? Really? You just had a problem that needed immediate itch, didn't you?"

I knew just the right one to visit. Carla was sitting by her window when the I walked in. She had once been a Luna of another pack, but was rejected by her mate when he caught her in the arms of another. “What can I say – my mother was a whore, I’m no different,” she had said to me as she narrated her story, blowing out smoke from her mouth, a thin cigarette held In her hand.

It wasn’t just music anymore. It was a scream I couldn’t let out. A cry I refused to make. Daemon didn't come and get me, so obviously, Tyler's throwaway comment, addressing me as Luna, hit a raw spot. The melody changed, becoming frenzied and tempestuous. Well, screw him. Someone would need to be his Luna, and since he doesn't want me for that and I'm not willing to share him, it is becoming apparent that I will probably have no other option than to leave.

His mean words are like a stab to my heart, and all I can do is cry. “What can a she-wolf as weak as you offer me and my pack members?” he smirks. “With you as my Luna, my world will collapse. You will ruin my legacy and turn me into some sick joke. I’ll never let that happen. So you should accept the rejection, and we both go away like this disgusting meeting never happened.” I wish and pray the earth would open up and take me in. His words crush my heart, and it bleeds. And I am trying to decide, even if I want to do what he asks. How do I accept his rejection when I don’t have a wolf?

when I knew deep down my heart wasn’t in it. “Now, we could stay here al night and keep looking at these footages for a glimpse of Jade. Only we both know that it won’t change anything. If she left, she left for a reason and you’re probably sick of hearing this from me now, but it is time you throw the hat in the ring. Wave the white flag and think of the pack for once. “Annie isn’t my first option for a luna, but if these past week has taught me anything is that she is willing to learn. She shows the signs so why dm’t you just give yourself and her a chance.

She might be strong or might have even grown stronger since Liam gave her his mark, but still, she could not take on Noah not to talk of Isaac that was beside him. She looked behind Noah and her eyes zeroed in on the gray colored mansion. It was all her fault. If only she had not let her father talk her into going for the full moon run, she would have done what she planned on doing. Time was running out. People were talking. They were beginning to say that Liam did not want her. That she was also the one that plotted against Scarlett and made her to be banished. She had gone ahead to lead the pack for the full moon run with Noah just to show that she had not been casted aside. To warn other

the third woman added lazily, “to pick one off the streets.” Their eyes stayed on me, stripping, judging, enjoying my discomfort. The Luna said nothing at first. She simply stared—long, cold, and sharp, like she was deciding whether I was worth the air I breathed. “And what are you still doing here?” she finally asked, her voice slicing clean through her friends’ chatter. “Get lost.” “Yes, Luna,” I said softly.