Novel & Cerita Longing For My Rejected Luna

“But I needed to see you in a desperate position. I needed to see you beg. You were always the golden child, loved, praised, and chosen by everyone. And me? I was the frail one, always staying sick in her own home… hiding in the shadows. I wanted you to crawl, Silva. And now, look at you!” I clenched my jaw. “You… you did all this... just for revenge?” Her laughter was chilling. “Yes. And oh, it was so sweet! How can I get you, I enjoyed it so much, watching you suffer. Knowing you thought this baby might redeem you. You begged like a dog to save him! And now? Now I’ll be Luna. Loved by the same pack that adored you.” Rage flared inside me, making me tremble all over. “You’ll never be the Lu

Elena was silent, and now her eyes were glazed over, but her lips did not stop, as if she were challenging, “Just do it; you will never win!” “Never mind, mom. Let's just get out of here, it's useless for our eyes and mouths to be polluted by these two rejected Luna's.” Sofia said with a sardonic look. Camille immediately replied, “Failing to become a Luna does not mean I will fail to expose all your secrets and rottenness in front of all the members of the Shadow Moon pack, they will definitely be shocked by your manipulative attitude, Miss. Elena and Miss. Sofia, honorable!”

He had to get away from here; to suck back the crushing lodestone of responsibility and expectation. With a flourish, Edward bowed and backed away again, and George raked his fingers through his hair roughly. The council’s ultimatum, the threat of war, all of it shrank in comparison to the gnawing emptiness inside of him. He had an exact idea in mind of who he wanted his Luna to be, but his chances of winning her felt like climbing a flat cliff face. Each conversation, every effort to connect in other ways, only seemed to drive her away more. And Wendy, those emerald eyes sitting like twin ports of call, cold disdain that ran deeper than any steel. Wendy, who had once been his world, his lif

I knew if I continued, the men would begin to have second thoughts which would buy me some time. “I never needed to charm anyone when I was sold to Darius. I never had any intention of being his Luna. Yet, he was very persistent in chasing after me. Even after you came back. He still continued to express his feelings for me, in front of the whole pack and kingdom. The truth is he never loved you. I tried to be sympathetic to your plight because I know how it feels to be rejected, but now…” I replied with a broad smile on my face.

Just when I thought that maybe I had another chance, that maybe I was not alone… here I was, all alone, all over again. Again, a rogue. Again, forgotten. Again, exiled. And again, unwanted. I didn’t know how long I’d been walking. Hours, maybe. Long enough for the pain in my chest to settle into a dull throb, and long enough for the weight of Ashton’s voice to echo one too many times in my head. "You're not fit to be Luna." "You were never meant to be mine."

"Listen to me, Baby. You're going to tell Dion and Declan the truth about your wolf's silence. Then you'll get to see their reaction, and their disappointment." I gulp as he smirks mockingly, enjoying the results of his heart-shattering demeanor. “I’ll be standing there, waiting for the right time to make my move, when the rejections start flowing in.” My heart shatters into a thousand pieces and I take a shaky breath while he continues to grin at me. I’m so emotionally paralyzed that I can't find the right words to fight this feeling of paralysis as Juno dances nonstop. ‘See? I told you! Nobody will want you when they get to know who you are.’ Juno snorts with laughter as she puts me down,

This isn’t right. Bastian chuckles dryly, then comes closer. “Fine. I don’t mind. I, Sebastian Pearce, reject you, Leona Penelope Hawthorne, as my mate and future luna.” When the last word leaves his lips, I feel an excruciating pain in my stomach, like my guts are being pulled out; everything hurts. My chest feels like someone just pulled my heart out, then squeezed it until it popped. “No, Leona, don’t,” Luna Kelly pleads, shaking her head. I fall to my knees, then look at her. Tears fill her beautiful brown eyes.

I felt how Talia stiffened beside me, trying to hold in her surfacing anger. Meena's voice came again. Swift. “You seem to forget that you're no longer the future Luna, isn't it?” She turned her back now, facing me directly. “You're that rejected mate. I think I should remember you.” The words hit hard. Entering deep into the right places. It still hurts even now. Even after everything. “I know exactly who I am, Meena, you're not in the place to tell me.” She laughed. That sarcastic laugh of hers. “Really? Do you? If that was supposed to be true, I trust you wouldn't keep acting like this pack still belongs to you.”

He smiles to himself, seeing a perfect opportunity to ridicule and humiliate Leila even more. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” he begins, giving the crowd his full attention, “you see, when I first made up my mind to be with the phoenix Luna, I immediately rejected my so-called mate but then she would not accept my rejection. She was naive and could not see the big picture but now that she does, I think it’s only fair that she backs up her word with some action, she should openly accept my rejection.”

Luna, young and frightened, her silver eyes wide as he laughed at her. Luna, bleeding in the snow, her blood shimmering with impossible light. Luna, returned from the dead, standing before him as someone he didn't recognize. Luna, walking away, always walking away, her silver hair catching the light. The pain of rejection, sharp and fresh despite the months, collided with every regret he had ever buried. They burned hotter than any wound, consuming him from within. From the edge of the cliff path, the pack watched.