The Rejected Luna Returns Chapter 03

The Rejected Luna Returns Chapter 03

I stood frozen, convinced I was trapped in some cruel, twisted nightmare.

But the raw, tearing agony in my chest and the whimpers of my wolf were too real to ignore.

I charged forward, yanking them apart and sending lavender blossoms scattering across the ground, then raised my hand and put all my weight behind a slap that cracked across Adrian’s cheek.

Adrian didn’t flinch—but when I turned toward Eden, he suddenly sized my wrist and shoved me back violently.

I stumbled and fell onto the lawn, the skin of my palms torn open by sharp gravel, yet he only shielded Eden, his voice cold and harsh,

“Eden’s your sister. What gives you the right to lay a hand on her?”

“Hazel, look at yourself—you look completely unhinged.”

Eden leaned into his chest, sobbing:

“I’m sorry, Hazel… but Adrian and I are truly in love. If we hadn’t been swapped, I would’ve been the one to meet him first.”

Her lips still glistened with the faint sheen of their kiss.

“I can apologize, but I won’t give Adrian back to you.”

The last thread of my sanity snapped in that moment.

I grabbed a flower pot and hurled it at them, screaming every vicious curse I could think of.

Adrian only sneered. “You really should check yourself into a psych ward.”

When Mother and Mike arrived, they frowned at my disheveled state:

“Hazel, stop making a scene.”

“Eden’s your sister—must you make this so ugly?”

They stood side by side, their expressions identical in coldness and irritation.

And there I was, across from them, a mess of tangled hair and dirt, looking like a lunatic.

In that instant, a horrifying realization dawned on me.

But I refused to accept it.

I raced to Adrian’s pack territory to find him, screaming and crying beneath the windows of his pack house.

He only pushed open a window and said:

“Keep harassing Eden, and I’ll file for a restraining order.”

Bitterness coiled around my heart like poison ivy.

I tracked down the Alpha King’s Beta, accusing Adrian of betrayal and Eden of knowingly pursuing a mated male.

I protested outside Adrian’s pack house, desperate to ruin their reputations, to make everyone see the truth.

This Alpha warrior, whose rise I had supported and funded was nothing but an oath-breaking bastard.

In the end, Darkstone Pack warriors dragged me back.

Even when I smashed everything in sight and held a silver dinner knife to my own throat, all I got was a slap from Mike, “Hazel, haven’t you caused enough trouble?”

“You stole twenty years of Eden’s life. All of this is what you owe her!”

They locked me in the pack dungeon, sliding only a moldy piece of bread through the cracks each day.

The darkness and the suffocating silence sanded me down grinding down every sharp edge of my resolve.

Until one day, the iron door creaked open, and Adrian stood silhouetted against the light,

“The Alpha King has ordered me to seal the mate bond with you.”

“Hazel, you will be my Luna.”