Novel & Cerita Longing For My Rejected Luna

The day I lost my werewolf side and the willpower to live. I gulp down the glass contents as I walk to the bathroom, trying to ease the dull ache starting to form over my heart from such devastating memory. I lean over the bathroom vanity and stare at my reflection. Instinctively, my hands smooth my messy brown locks as if trying to deny the resonating rejection words in my mind. -"I, Queen Luna Susie Stevens of Crescent Moon, reject you, Nina White of the Woodlands pack, as my Mate."

In Luna's gaze, she felt both a grounding force and a profound mystery, piquing her curiosity further. As she continued to gaze at Luna, a surge of affection washed over her—an overwhelming longing to bridge the invisible gulf that had formed between them over the years. "Luna," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and desperation, as if she were reaching out to a distant star. "What’s going on? Why do I keep having these dreams about us?"

"I spent six months looking for you. I crossed the entire continent, asking every soul who might have seen you." "You shouldn't have." "Come back to me. Be my Luna. My only Luna," he begged, his voice cracking. "I swear, Selene. This time... I'll get it right." My eyes instantly welled with tears. But I couldn't give in. "Get up," I said coldly. "You're making a scene." "Then promise me you'll come back." "No." I took a deep breath and made the cruelest choice. "You're right. I did reject you. I was tired of the one-sided pain. I was tired of being tied to a man who didn't love me."

Selene’s presence was stronger here, almost as if the land itself recognized them. This place remembers us. Aria swallowed. Maybe it did. Maybe that was why her chest felt so tight. Ahead, the dark outline of Shadow Moon territory stretched beneath the moonlight. The same territory where she had once dreamed of becoming Luna. The same territory where those dreams had been shattered. She slowed her pace. Her warriors remained several yards behind her, giving her space. Even they could feel it. This wasn’t merely a mission. This was something personal. Very personal. The clearing ahead remained cloaked in darkness.

“I had a feeling that Luna was already with another man,” my beta answered, and Jack looked at me full of concern. “No, it was nothing. They didn’t go far.” “For now, how about tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?” Limuel asked. I know that he was only worried about me as well, but, “I have no intention of accepting her rejection. I am not going to do that. I believe in what the moon goddess has told me so I am going to wait.”

I can let him have his way, but I won’t perjure myself. Victor turns his harsh gaze on me. I suck in a sharp breath and prepare myself for the pain that will accompany his rejection. “I, Alpha Victor, of the Midsummer Pack, reject you as my mate and my Luna. You are hereby stripped of your title as Luna." Pain shoots through my chest, and the mark on my neck feels like it is on fire. I do my best to stay on my feet. Elder Watkins can see I am suffering and offers me his hand.

When the moment passed, he leaned close enough that only she could hear. “You’ll pay for that hesitation.” She met his gaze. “Then charge interest.” His smile flickered , genuine this time, sharp and fleeting. Then, just as quickly, he turned away. --- Later that night, when the hall had emptied and the candles guttered to low embers, Luna sat alone by the window of her chamber. The moonlight poured through the lattice like silver fire, spilling across the floor. Her knees still ached from the cold marble, but she refused to regret it.

Meeting Her Again Alpha Richard Brown’s Point of View Ever since I met that useless mate of mine, she has never once left my mind. I hate that she affects me so much. I hate her even more for not being able to accept my rejection. Why is the moon goddess so cruel to me? Why was she my fated mate? I despise everything about her. I need her to accept my rejection, or I’ll be stuck with her forever. I won’t be able to mark or mate with another strong she-wolf worthy of being my Luna.

Affection. Emotions he'd never once shown... To her. "I've waited five years..." Jessica whispered bitterly. "I stood beside him through wars." "I cared for this palace." "I earned everyone's respect." Her breathing became uneven. "And she steals his heart in a few weeks?" Her eyes slowly darkened. "No." She stood. "If Rowan won't send her away..." A dangerous smile spread across her lips. "...perhaps I'll make the Luna leave on her own." That evening... Frank knocked on Rowan's office door.

Becoming Luna has been her wish, and she has gone through great measures to make it come true her mind drifted off to Maya and her smile faltered, but she quickly regained her composure, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and disdain. She would be in great pain after being rejected by her mate, but she doesn't care. "Maya is a loser after all," she chuckled. She was still grinning when her mother walked up to her. “Zara, have you seen Maya?” Mrs Rhea asked worry etched on her face. “No mum, she might have gone into hiding unable to bear the shame of public humiliation,” Zara replied her mind elsewhere. “Ohh poor Maya,” her mother sighed walking off.