His Rejected Luna
Whispers began to spread like wildfire, hushed yet sharp, the kind that cut at Evelyn’s already tightening chest.
Something was wrong.
Her throat tightened as she forced herself to speak, her voice soft, uncertain. “Alpha Damien…”
He took a step forward. The entire hall fell silent, the weight of his dominance crashing over them all like a suffocating wave. Evelyn braced herself, expecting him to claim her, to honor the bond they both felt.
Instead, his voice rang out, deep and commanding, smooth but laced with cold finality.
“Evelyn Monroe,” he declared, the words slicing through the silence. “I, Alpha Damien Blackwood, reject you as my mate and my Luna.”
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