The Rejected Luna’s Sweet Revenge Chapter 05

The Rejected Luna’s Sweet Revenge Chapter 05

“Rue!”

When Zachary saw that I had spotted him, he walked toward me quickly.

The mountain path was still slick from the snowfall but his steps were fast and steady.

Even so, on that usually calm, unreadable face, I caught a faint trace of exhaustion, tension, and

something like weariness.

We stopped a few steps apart. Neither of us spoke

A cold gust swept through the bare branches, carrying the smell of lingering snow.

The thin whistle of wind only made the cemetery feel quieter, emptier.

His gaze lowered, pausing on the empty basket in my hand, then slowly moved to my slightly

uneven steps.

His throat tightened with a subtle movement.

“I’ll walk you home.”

He finally broke the silence, his voice rougher than usual.

Before I could respond, he reached out and took the basket from my arm.

The motion was natural, firm, leaving no room for refusal.

I didn’t fight him. I simply turned around and began making my slow, uneven way down the

mountain path.

He stayed half a step behind me, matching my pace, slowing himself to accommodate each

careful movement I made.

The snow on the stone path had been swept mostly to the sides, but icy patches still made every

step a small struggle.

Silence stretched between us. Only the soft crunch of snow beneath our boots filled the air.

“Your leg…” He finally spoke again, hesitation mingling with caution. “How… is it now?”

I kept my eyes on the winding path ahead and answered with a flat, indifferent tone, as if

discussing someone else’s body entirely.

“It’s fine.”

But nothing about it was fine.

When the burning beam collapsed, it had crushed my leg and shattered the bone

My wolf, already weakening from the mate bond rejection, lost the last of her strength to heal. And

in werewolf prison, there was no real treatment, no healer, no time, no care.

It was a miracle I even kept the limb. Those early days had been agony. The kind of pain that never

paused, never dulled, every small shift piercing like a blade.

Standing had been impossible. It was only because of my father’s final words that I forced myself

through it, inch by painful inch.

From lying still, to standing with a wall for support, to taking tiny steps with a makeshift cane.

Until now. A permanent limp, yes. But at least I could walk, run my shop, and survive.

That was already more mercy than I expected from the Moon Goddess.

None of this needed to be said to him.

He seemed to pick up on the distance in my short reply.

His lips pressed into a thin line, and he fell silent again. The hand holding the basket tightened until

his knuckles whitened.

We didn’t speak for the rest of the walk. He followed me in silence all the way to the small dessert

shop tucked in the corner of the town.

I stopped at the door and reached for the basket.

“We’re here.”

He didn’t leave. He just stood there, staring at me with a gaze so deep and unreadable that the air

grew heavy.

As if he wasn’t looking at me, but through me, toward something he himself couldn’t grasp.

The faded paint on the shop door glimmered weakly in the thin winter sunlight. The little sign

under the eaves swung softly in the wind, tapping against the frame.

“You should go,” I broke the stagnant stillness, my tone calm, cool, distant. “Alpha Zachary.”

The title darkened his eyes.

I kept my voice level as I continued,

“You’ve gotten everything you ever wanted. Your beloved became your Luna. And now you’re going

to be a father. Your life is complete.”

I hadn’t finished the sentence when he suddenly cut me off.

“Rue.”