The Rejected Lunas Prince Novels & Stories

The sharp voice left my room in a lonely trance. “Hesse. Let this go now. You know this is all bullshit,” I pleaded with him. The body was still prostrate on the bare floor. It did not change its position even though the prince was no longer there. I kept calling out to her until her head looked up, only to find her looking at me very coldly. “Forgive me, Luna. I can't do that without orders from the prince,” he retorted, his expression-rich face as if it had been wrung out by Charles' last cold words. Leaving a face that was both emotionless and untouched by empathy.

"It's all about having everyone happy over the fact that I'm a good person and this is what I have to do in order to secure my place in the pack and when I want to leave everyone would miss me and they would beg me not to leave because I would be more than an asset I would be the savoir that they prayed for" Fiona's thoughts as she was interrupted by Reyna. "Your majesty" "Like the sound of that" "Yes ma'am, you're the Luna your majesty or I could say my Queen, which of them you please"

“Kane please don’t do this to me.” “Your privileges as future Luna are revoked,” Kane said as he watched them pull her down the hallway. “And if you make any attempt to harm Maya or cause problems in this pack I will have you exiled permanently.” Prisca continued screaming and pleading as the guards hauled her toward the palace exit while pack members moved aside to let them pass. Her cries echoed through the corridors until finally she was thrown out the main doors and they slammed shut behind her. Kane stood in the doorway of Maya’s chamber watching until Prisca was completely gone before turning back inside and closing the door. The palace maids and Jenna stared at him with wide eyes havi

Damon froze for a second, then let out a harsh laugh. "Hahahaha! Selena, you really are insane!" He laughed so hard tears came to his eyes. "The Alpha King's mate? You think a lie like that can save you?" The other Alphas joined in. "That's hilarious!" "A banished outcast claims to be the King's mate!" "The frost in the North must have finally frozen her brain!" Lyla covered her mouth, her eyes full of spite. "Selena, it's wrong to lie like this. Everyone knows the King's mate is a woman of unparalleled nobility. Someone like you could never hope to be with him."

He surely had more practice than me at such a thing, as he was a prince. I tried to be strong, ignoring them too. Until I heard one loud whisper. “The prince has always been ruthless, callous toward those he brings to his bed,” whispered a female voice, I couldn’t locate the source of. “Now we are to believe that he would care about some randomly appointed Luna? He didn’t even pick her himself.” “Not so loud,” whispered one of her friends. “I’m not the only one who thinks so,” said the woman. “Everyone’s been saying it. It won’t be long until he drops her. I’m shocked it’s made it even this far.”

Fear hung heavily over the pack. As Rowan's party entered through the gates, people immediately began whispering. "Luna Elsie..." "She's back..." "That's Alpha Rowan..." Many lowered their heads respectfully. Others looked ashamed. They remembered how they had once mocked the girl who couldn't shift. Now she returned as the Luna of the strongest pack on the continent. The palace doors opened before they even reached them. Beta Thomas came rushing down the steps. He looked exhausted. Dark circles framed his eyes. "My Luna."

But right now, the caption read, "Elena Nightbloom consorts with a Rogue. A defiled werewolf is unfit to be Luna Queen!" The thousands of werewolves in the audience instantly fell deathly silent before suddenly erupting into deafening roars. "Traitor!" "Shameless she-wolf!" "Such filth doesn't deserve to be our Luna Queen!" Lucas, dressed in the Alpha King's robes, looked down at me from his elevated position. "Everyone, while Elena Nightbloom is my fated mate, I cannot accept a tainted she-wolf as the Luna Queen. "For the honor of the Silvermoon Kingdom, I officially declare that I reject the bond with Elena Nightbloom and strip her of all titles!"

Malia completely ignores his inappropriate, disgusting gaze and says very curtly, "Mr. O'Connor, I trust your ears are already fully aware why my boots are here today. Let's just get straight down to pack business." The portly Nelson leans his body all the way back in his wooden chair, propping his heavy legs right up on top of the desk with an air of pure arrogance. "Straight to the point? That is completely fine by my fangs. The thirty-million loan for your Crescent Ridge project has been officially approved by my hand." Malia's heart leaps with pure joy inside her chest, feeling super surprised at how easily this process seemed to be going for her company. Nelson's smile turns incredibly

The words came out calm. Not loud. Not dramatic. Mine. Cassian looked at me like I had just stepped too close to the edge of the world. Maybe I had. Damien’s laugh came through the crack. “You refuse what, little Luna?” The title hit like a slap. Human Luna. Fake Luna. Rejected Luna. Useful Luna. Dead Luna. My fingers curled. The Crown whispered, Make him kneel. I shut my eyes for one breath. Then opened them. “I refuse your title,” I said.

Just present. Drax lowered his arms slow. Blood ran from a new cut on his forehead. "What are you?" he asked. His voice sounded quieter now. "I am the Rejected Luna," I said. "The one you threw away. The one who did not break." He took a step toward me. His hand reached out again but slower. "Come back with me. We can start over. The bond can be made right." I looked at his hand. For one second the old hurt came back. The pain from the clearing when he said no. The way everyone turned away from me. But the hurt did not make me small anymore. It made me steady.