The Crescent Heir
"Anna, it's alright. I don't hold anything—"
"No."
She shook her head gently. "Please, let me say it. You deserve to know, all of it."
Jebediah stopped rolling his chair. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and gave her his complete attention. His grey eyes flashed, displaying seriousness.
Anna exhaled slowly.
"JB — I am a rejected, Luna, rejected by my Alpha."
The words fell into the silence like something heavy dropped into deep, still water.
She held his gaze, steady, without blinking.