The rejected life of mala luca Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said, taking a step forward. “And you took everything from that poor Sebastian girl,” Malia shot back, her eyes gleaming. “We just killed you. You… you erased her. You are a far better thief than we ever were.” “She chose to leave!” I shouted, the hall echoing. “Did she?” Lucien mused, circling me. “Or did a desperate, screaming soul see an empty house and just… move in? You don’t know. You’ll never know. You’re just a squatter in a dead girl’s life, playing house with her men.”

There was no air-conditioning inside, no jasmine candle, and no little night-light Elena always left on for him. He frowned and walked to the bed, slipping his hand under the blanket. Empty. The other side was empty too. She wasn't here at this hour? Luca's face slowly cooled. He took out his phone and sent Elena a single question mark. The next second, a red exclamation mark appeared on the screen. Message rejected. Only then did he remember that he was still blocked. Irritated, Luca tossed the phone aside. In the end, he still lay down under her blanket. A faint rose-soap scent lingered in the sheets, and the crease between his brows slowly eased.

“Not only in strength but in wisdom. You have led this pack through chaos and guided it toward order.” I swallowed, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me. “It is time for you to reclaim your birthright,” Elder Marcus said. His gaze was steady. “It is time for you to be Alpha.” I should have felt relief. Triumph, even. But I didn’t. I stood slowly, meeting their gazes. “If I become Alpha,” I said, “it will not be under the same conditions as before.” Elder Mikhail’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Everyone in the room paused as they exchanged quiet glances. “You don't have to worry about that anymore sweetheart. Your uncle, Malakai, knows how to clean up a mess like this.” Malicia said, a devilish smile sat pretty on her face. Her eyes darted towards Beta Malakai that sat opposite Malicia. Malakai sat there, quietly. He lifted a fork, he swiftly stabbed the lifeless chicken that laid on his plate. He paused, his gaze darted towards Malicia. “It's easier to devour them when they're lifeless and weak but the true work is bringing them to that stage of lifelessness.” Beta Malakai said, the faces of Victoria and Malicia were filled with a puzzled expression as they tried to understand wha

“What did you say?” “You heard me.”Luca stepped forward.“I don't want to spend my entire life making decisions based on money and family reputation. I don't want to wake up one day and realize I built everything except the life I actually wanted.” His eyes briefly met mine.My heart skipped,Theron followed his gaze.“You think this woman is your life?” I felt my body stiffen. Luca didn't hesitate before answering “Yes.” Theron leaned back.“You barely know what life is.” Amelia suddenly stood.“Can I say something?”

After that, he gently held my hand and lifted it. "You look familiar, my queen," he replied, and kissed the back of my hand. Those red and lucius lips. Even if I was dying to kiss those lips before, O couldn't help but be disgusted. He didn't even notice who I was. How pathetic of him. Did I change too much? "Hello, Queen Johannes," Lucrecia said with a bratty tone. She bowed to me to show honor and respect. Her demeanor wasn't very applaudable to me. It's my first time seeing her again in years.

I knew just the right one to visit. Carla was sitting by her window when the I walked in. She had once been a Luna of another pack, but was rejected by her mate when he caught her in the arms of another. “What can I say – my mother was a whore, I’m no different,” she had said to me as she narrated her story, blowing out smoke from her mouth, a thin cigarette held In her hand.

Pov: Marshall Ackerman There was so much I hated and every day I had to go through the routine of rejecting women who wanted me to be in a Jacktic relationship with them. I wondered when they were going to take the hint that I didn’t give a rat’s ass about such things and I would rather be alone than spend my time forming a futile connection with some woman just because it’s somehow better than being a lone wolf.

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!”

His entire body shakes, but his voice is final, merciless. “I, Lycan King Lucas Morretti,” he declares, “reject you, Elara Moore, as my mate.” My breath catches. The room tilts. Something inside me shatters. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head violently, stumbling back. “No, you don’t mean that.” Lucas doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. He’s really doing it. He’s rejecting me. And worse—I don’t even know why. I look up at him, pleading, searching his face for something, anything, that tells me this is a mistake. But all I see is grief. Rage. And beneath it all, a hollow emptiness.