The rejected life of mala luca Novels & Stories

Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows over moss-covered trunks as they flung me onto the cold earth like spoiled meat. “She’s still breathing…” One of them grunted. “What a stubborn bitch!” I lay motionless… maybe, if I stayed still, they would leave me alone. But I was expecting too much from these bastards. “Well…” The second one drawled, eyes roaming my broken body, “The Alpha’s done with her, and she'll die sooner or later. Why don't we…” “Damn! When will we ever get the chance to know what a Luna feels like… maybe, her pussy will make us feel like kings too!”

No appeal. My thumb hovered over the keyboard to send a standard acknowledgment, but I paused. I expected to feel a surge of relief, or at least the quiet satisfaction of closure. Instead, there was nothing but a flat, empty silence. An hour later, Maya walked in. She took one look at my untouched, cold coffee and the open screen"Damian? You look like someone died." "The Council handed down Lucas’s sentence," I said. "Life without parole." Maya froze for a second, then pulled out the chair opposite me and sat down. "Life. It’s over, then."

Because I preferred honesty. “You want to know what I want?” I tilted my head sideways. “Actually… it's nothing.” Then I raised my head and slowly looked around, ensuring everyone was already attentive. Making sure every eyes remained fixed on us. Then I continued, loud enough for everyone to hear now. “I was just wondering why a rejected mate still lives in a pack that actually doesn't want her.” Silence. Beautiful silence. The kind of silence that cut deeper than any scream would. Anya stiffened, but then, Talia stepped forward smoothly.

"Okay,listen. You're so dumb and slow in the head to read the room. You're timid and naive as fuck, you come from a lowly, unknown pack, compared to me. I'm the Beta of one of the most powerful pack and I'm going to be the next Alpha after my father. You don't fit in my world, you don't belong there and I don't want you there. So let me spell it out for you." Then his eyes turned amber yellow, his inner wolf coming out. The air in the hallway suddenly turning shivering cold. With his eyes locked on mine, "I, Zayne Marshall, Beta of Blue Moon pack, reject you Dahlia Grande as my mate and future Luna." My heart squeezed tightly against my chest and shattered in million pieces. I watched as Zay

“You still deserve choices, Ophelia.” I reached for the door, but it opened before I could step out. Luca stood there. He froze when he saw Malcolm in the driver’s seat, his eyes flicking from him to me, to the paper bag in my hand. For a brief second, no one moved. Malcolm gave a polite nod. “Good evening.” Then he started the engine. “Call me,” he said quietly. I nodded, watching as the car pulled away. Luca remained where he was, jaw tight, eyes dark with something I couldn’t immediately name.

“But death doesn’t stop a soul. It just teaches it where to strike.” A hologram of me appeared in the center of his throne room. Not perfect. Not polished. Raw. Burned. *Real.* His face twisted. “This isn’t possible. You’re gone. You’re dead!” The image smiled. “You made one mistake,” I said. Luca’s hands trembled. “You let me *feel* what it’s like to be forgotten. And now... I’m going to make sure *you* never exist.” --- The feed cuts to black as alarms scream inside Luca’s citadel.

Luca’s eyes stared forward at the heavy rain that fell against the road. Luca knew he was dead. Leo would have sent his men. Orders would be given to kill him at sight. The roar of the engine mixed with the sound of the rain sounded in the background. He laid his arms on the steering wheel and looked left. Left would take him home. The home he had known since he was seven. His head turned right. The traffic light had long ago turned green and the cars behind him sounded their horns angrily requesting him to move. Turning right he could change the course of his life. Choosing right he would have to forever be on the run and never again be able to see her, he would never get to touch her lips

I stay silent to let her know she has my full attention “ Good. Do not accept death! You have so much more to live for and a long adventure in front of you. I didn’t create you my dear for you to just throw away everything I gave you. Now, I do know that I gave you a difficult role to live but you have been dealing with it beautifully!” “ Beautifully? You are joking right? I just died! By someone else you created! For my blood no less.” I argue not holding back the anger in my voice “ I understand your frustration. But your life is just beginning, and if you give up you’ll never be able to see how life with Luca would turn out to be! “

"You don't seem to understand! I don't want you as my mate! Well...if you still don't think I've rejected you, then I'll do it right now! I, Mira, reject you, Alpha Lucas, as my mate! Are we clear now?" Alpha Lucas was stubborn, refusing to accept my words. It felt like I couldn't make my own decisions. "That changes nothing!" He bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. The thought of reconciling with him was as far-fetched as a distant dream, even if I managed to bury the past.

Luca’s hand had curled into a fist against the tabletop, the knuckles white. But his eyes were still locked on Alex. “Do they know who did it?” he asked, his voice flat. Alex shook his head. “They’re still investigating.” A heavy silence settled over us. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t liked Richard. I hadn’t trusted him. But death had a way of reducing everything else to ashes. After a moment, Luca let out a slow, uneven breath. “He always knew it would end like this,” he said, almost to himself. “He spent his whole life collecting enemies.”