Love Triangle Of The Outcast Luna

Chapter 3

I've spent my entire life trying to figure them out and live up to their standards. It's bad enough to chase shadows, but this is an even worse use of your time.

I wanted to love them, but they constantly made me feel like an outsider.

But I will never give up; I am grateful for all they have done for me, and I intend to do whatever it takes to ensure they view me as valuable and appreciate having me around.

"I hand her over to you." My mother urged me to give her the appropriate punishment.

When I turned to my sister and her friend, I saw how much joy Samantha had found through her newfound education, and I was overcome with sadness.

She was overjoyed to have me in her care and was not good enough to hide her happiness.

She disliked me more than everyone else, despite the fact that I had done nothing to merit her animosity.

Bianca said, "Now I have her," with a chuckle. As she approached me, she beamed with joy.

A year after I was born, Bianca broke. She's my younger sister, and unlike me, she used to be the ideal daughter any parent hopes for.

Even more, she was She had beauty that had hitherto only attracted alpha males and princes.

Despite her best efforts to the contrary, I know that she possesses a good heart and that she, like any good sister would, truly loves me.

The alpha who was in charge of me, Mama Jane, was kind enough to me and made sure I attended school just like other kids, but she couldn't do anything to lessen my suffering since she, too, had to deal with difficulties in her own life.

Even though I was a year older than Bianca, she sent me to the Same school so that we might be in the Same grade.

This was necessary because I was unable to start school at the Same time as my peers due to my slow growth and frailty.

The school I went to was reserved for the children of the nobility, and I can safely assume that my mother, Jane, would not have been able to afford it if she had been required to pay anything toward my education after she had already spent all the money she had gotten from my parents on my upbringing.

The omegas' children don't send their kids to the Same school because of the exorbitant tuition, but Mama Jane thought that I would benefit from being educated alongside teenagers from similar socioeconomic backgrounds to make up for what I've lost in other areas.

I said, "I'm sorry, Bianca," hoping she'd have mercy on me and ask me to stand up.

Instead of responding, she laughed until her laughter echoed, and then she mumbled something as she was put to death. It is I who should apologize.

The most degrading thing that has ever happened to me is that I have been forced to put up with you throughout my life.

I wish I could say that she was right about something, but the tJane is that she has never been harmed because of me.

I was the older sibling who was always expected to clean up after her and who was instructed to never challenge her judgment.

And all through my upbringing, I never saw anything wrong with this arrangement until I began to grasp life better as an adult.

I'm glad I didn't, since I don't want to be reminded of the ordeal my mother placed me through the very first day I dared to oppose Bianca. You have no idea how terrible that day used to be.

Nonetheless, sister...

Samantha had already landed a resounding slap on my face before I should have completed my statement, sending me scrambling helplessly on the floor.

I was caught off guard. At last check, she had moved from where I had been kneeling to the chair.

When Samantha pulled me away from where I was lying on the ground and forced me to go back down on my knees, I was still trying to get my bearings and pay attention.

"Bend over, you dummy; who told you to go on your knees?" Samantha exclaimed.

Bianca mocked, "Have mercy on her, Samantha ; you know that she is now not strong."

That she is no longer powerful is, of course, obvious, but would you believe I almost forgot?

Samantha replied, and the two of them burst into laughter.

Numbness in my knees and heightened sensitivity in my legs were preexisting conditions. I'm getting lightheaded and queasy from kneeling for too long; I probably shouldn't do it much longer. I could easily pass out if I wasn't watched closely.

As Bianca approached me, she said, Why are you living among us if you are so frail?" As in, why are you hanging out with the big shots?

You're more at home in the woods with the ants than anywhere else.

Her words have caused me a lot of pain. I'm used to arguments, but not with my sister, whom I care deeply about. I'm assuming the Same feeling on her end. I hope she loves me as much as she loves me.

The anguish I felt because of her is too much to bear. When I first heard her say those cruel things, my heart really bled. Possibly she was right. No, definitely not possibly; I am a weakling and was never meant to live among the sturdy.

Bianca, Samantha responded, "Don't bother yourself; leave her to me; I will deal with her myself."

There was a grin on my face. Samantha had previously threatened to confront me. An older woman than I ever was. Where does she get off making such a claim?

However, I did my best to hide the depth of my rage. I only wanted to get to Samantha , rip her apart, and send her body parts to her parents, except for Bianca.

She used to be Bianca's friend, so I know hurting her would hurt me more than it would hurt her.

No, I don't have anything to worry about when it comes to Samantha . Don't forget that I'm a sissy. As a result, I can't even consider confronting Samantha . Because of my condition, I pouted.

"With the touch of a finger, I will wipe you out." She laughed, saying, "No, I don't even need to carry a finger; I will flip you to shreds by simply the word of my mouth."

I gave her the cold shoulder, unhappy that I was bothering her with my advances on her man or woman.

What do you like to do the most?" She called him an "i***t" and referred to him as such.

I don't know how or why, but I suddenly stood up and ran at her.

She had no idea I would respond that way, so she was completely unprepared for what was about to happen to her. I had never confronted her before, and she obviously thought I wouldn't start now.

I yelled as I snatched her by the throat and attempted to choke her. No matter what happens to me from here on out, I will make sure she takes a healthy dosage of her own bitter medications.

She shrieked in horror and tried to pull me away from her body, but I resisted. She whirled around, grabbed me away from her, and flung me down onto the floor with a tremendous amount of force.

After passing out, I tried to open my eyes but was unable to. It was nighttime, and there were barely a few stars I could see. I attempted to get up quickly and saunter back toward her, but I could hardly raise my body as far as I wanted to.

Despite the fact that achieving my goals seemed hopeless, I was tenacious and did not give up.

Finally, I picked myself up off the floor and went for Samantha with everything I had been holding back.

Still, I had to have been making my way toward her when I overheard one of them say, Is Samantha sure she is still alive?"

To what extent does that matter? The other person responded, "It's not like you ever wanted her anyway."

When I heard their voices, I realized I had passed out.

Beta Thomas's POV

I looked down at her lying on the floor and felt ashamed of her. What kind of push would make my daughter lose consciousness?

In front of all my servants and the others in my household, I felt like an object of derision.

Until this female was born into my family, I was the most revered member of the Diamond Cut Pack, but try as I might, no matter how far removed from her I get, she always manages to find a way to connect herself to me.

Members of the pack would not let me forget that she is my daughter; they keep bringing it up as if to mock me.