CHRONICLES OF THE REJECTED LUNA

CHAPTER 1 As I slip out of my aunt's house, the cool night air envelops me, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant thump of music. I feel a thrill of excitement, my heart racing with anticipation. Tonight's the night of the pack's annual celebration, and I've been dying to attend. For years, my aunt has forbidden me from participating in pack events, citing my "fragile" nature and the need for me to focus on my studies. But I'm eighteen now, and I'm determined to break free from her suffocating rules. I make my way through the crowds of people, my eyes wide with wonder. The party is in full swing, with laughter and music filling the air. I feel like a kid in a candy store, eager to explore every nook and cranny. As I weave through the throngs of people, I notice that no one seems to be paying me much attention. I'm used to being ignored, but tonight, I don't let it bother me. I'm too busy soaking in the atmosphere, enjoying the freedom of being out from under my aunt's thumb. I grab a glass of punch from a passing tray and take a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat. I close my eyes, letting the music wash over me, and sway to the beat. As I scan the room, taking in the sea of faces, my eyes land on a familiar figure across the room. Noah King, the Alpha of the Red Creek Pack. Our eyes meet, and I feel a jolt of recognition. Memories of that magical night come flooding back, and I'm transported to a time when I found my special person. I remember the way he smiled at me, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. I remember the way he made me feel, like I was the only person in the world. It was a night I'll never forget, a night that left me breathless and wanting more. As I gaze into Noah's eyes, I feel it - the mate bond. It's like a spark of electricity that runs through my entire body, leaving me feeling alive and exhilarated. My heart skips a beat as I realize that this is it, this is the moment I've been waiting for. And the fact that it's him, only makes this night so much more magical. Time seems to slow down as we lock gazes. I feel like I'm drowning in the depths of his eyes, like I'm melting into his gaze. The room around us fades away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a sea of tension. But then, Noah's eyes release mine, and he looks away. I'm left feeling breathless and disoriented, wondering if I imagined the whole thing. I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of disappointment. But as I glance back at Noah, I catch him looking at me again. This time, there's a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Noah's gaze narrows, his eyes scanning my face like he's trying to place me. And then, suddenly, his expression changes. His eyes widen, and his face twists into a mixture of surprise and disdain. I sense a shift in his demeanor, a growing unease that makes my heart sink. My excitement falters, replaced by a growing sense of trepidation. Noah starts walking towards me, his movements confident and purposeful. I meet him halfway, my heart pounding in my chest. "What's wrong?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "So, you're the one," Noah says, his voice low and husky. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my face. "I have to say, I'm disappointed. I expected more from my mate." "I...I don't understand," I stutter, trying to process his words. "What do you mean?" "You’re the runt of the pack, Yvonne," Noah says, his voice dripping with disdain. "I can't bring myself to accept you as my mate. You're...beneath me." I feel like I've been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. Beneath him? How can he say that? I'm a person, not a thing. I have feelings, hopes, and dreams. I'm not just a runt, I'm a member of this pack. "But...but I'm your mate," I protest, trying to keep my composure. "I feel the bond between us. I know we're meant to be." Noah laughs, a cold, mocking sound. "You think a little thing like a mate bond matters?" he sneers. "I'm the Alpha of this pack, Yvonne. My status and reputation will be insulted if I take you as a mate. I need someone whom society respects who isn't weak. Like..." As he made the last statement his eyes searched the crowd and stopped when they landed on my biggest enemy and bully and he smiled. "Someone like Isabella Monroe" Noah says strutting in her direction, his hands stretched out towards her. I feel like I'm dying, like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. Isabella's eyes gleam with triumph as she steps forward, taking Noah's hand. "Noah, please," I beg, trying to hold back tears. "Don't do this. I know we're meant to be." But he's not listening. He's already turned away from me, his eyes locked onto Isabella. "Isabella, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special," he says, his voice full of adoration. "You're beautiful, intelligent, and strong. You're the perfect mate for me." I feel like I'm in a nightmare, like this is all just some cruel joke. But as I look around at the faces of the people I've known my whole life, I realize that this is my reality. I've given up everything for this pack - my dreams, my aspirations, my freedom. My ultimate goal of becoming a surgeon And this is how they repay me? By watching as Noah treated me like trash not even trying to intervene. The weight of the betrayal is crushing me, and I feel like I'm going to collapse. I start hyperventilating and I immediately bend holding my head in my hands to try to get back my composure. I can hear the murmurs and feel the mocking stares of the people around me, But I don't care. I don't care about any of them. All I care about is the fact that Noah, my mate, has rejected me. And that knowledge is all that matters. I feel a wave of despair wash over me, and I let out a sob. I'm alone, rejected, and heartbroken. I don't know how I'll ever recover from this. I immediately get up and try to escape this nightmare but The room starts to spin, and I stumble backward, desperate to escape the pain. As I fall, everything goes black.