The Rejected Luna is Cursed
I watched him as he moved frantically, tearing the cover off as he poured the drink down his throat straight from the bottle.
“You don’t fucking understand”
“Then make me!” I yelled back, my rage matching his.
“Make me understand what drives you to be so fucking selfish that you want to keep two mates. Tell me what…”
“I’m cursed” he roared, those two words hitting me straight at the center of my chest. Cursed. He was cursed just like me. I staggered backwards, my knees buckling under me as I collapsed into the chair. King Leonidas watched me, breathing heavily, the bottle opened and abandoned on the table.