The Rejected Luna Returns Chapter 07

The Rejected Luna Returns Chapter 07

Isla, who’d been silent until now, suddenly stepped in front of me:

“Do you not understand plain words? Hazel doesn’t want to see you!”

“You think a simple ‘sorry’ just wipes the slate clean? What gives you the right?!”

She didn’t know the details of the past, but her protective instincts flared.

The three of them paled even further.

I pulled Isla behind me. “It’s alright.”

After all, I’d seen just how ruthless they could be ten years ago.

Mike watched me shield Isla, his voice tight with pain, “Hazel… you care more about a stranger now?”

My polite facade dissolved, “A stranger?”

“Alpha, you’re mistaken.”

“Isla is my only family now.”

“She’s the only person in this world I care about.”

If it hadn’t been for Isla, I would’ve been nothing but a corpse in the snow long ago.

Back then, she’d still been an underage rogue, yet she’d dragged my unconscious body from the forest lake

to a cave.

When I’d woken up in a daze and tried to use a sharp sliver of discarded silver to open my veins, she’d thrown

herself at me, crying and fighting to take it away,

“You’re so beautiful, and you make such amazing desserts… why would you want to die?”

“When people try to break you, you survive just to prove them wrong!”

“If… if no one else will be good to you, let me do it instead, okay?”

The half piece of bread she’d handed me had still been warm from her hands.

I’d stared into her bright, dark eyes, and my heart had twisted painfully.

Later, we’d squeezed into a tiny trailer, sharing a bowl of instant noodles.

We’d run from pack enforcers while selling snacks on the street.

The day we’d saved enough money to rent this shop, we’d hugged each other and cried all night.

It was Isla who’d picked up the broken pieces of me and put them back together into the calm, steady person

I was now.

So anyone could be a stranger-except her.

The impact of my words hit them like a physical blow.

Luna Juliet’s voice trembled, “What about us…?”

I smiled.

“I don’t hate you anymore.”

A flicker of hope lit their eyes-only to be snuffed out by my next words, “But that’s not forgiveness. It means

I’m done. I’ve moved on.”

Silence fell over the shop.

I lowered my head to tidy the counter, thinking I’d finally be left in peace.

But Adrian spoke up suddenly, his voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable, “But we regret it, Hazel.”

He stared intently at my face, searching for any sign of wavering-but there was none.

My gaze was calm, unnervingly so-no love, no hate, only faint confusion.

Regret?

Regret ruining me for Eden?

After I’d disappeared, Adrian had gotten everything he’d wanted:

he’d made her his Luna, their photos had graced newspapers and news reports as they attended Alpha balls together, the picture-perfect mated pair.

The Darkstone Pack had thrived in the Werewolf Realm because of that marriage, growing larger and more

powerful with each passing year.

Everyone had gotten exactly what they’d wanted-and now they claimed to regret it?

I shook my head, “It doesn’t matter anymore.

The shop is now closed Please leave, all three of you.”