Chapter 1
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Elena's Pov.
I waited for Jackson, the Alpha of the Shadow Night Pack, in the centre of the pack house, my heart pounding. I was reared in this pack until I believed I would form a bond with my mate.
I could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on me as my hands trembled.
I had been waiting for this day—the day my partner would take me under his wing. I remained motionless, waiting for him to come back.
I sensed something wasn't right when Jackson finally came into the room. His icy gaze made my heart sink.
"Elena, we must speak." His voice was piercing and authoritative as he spoke.
I nodded and swallowed hard. "I've been waiting for this, of course, Jackson."
With his arms folded and his gaze squinted, he stepped closer.
Since there's no simple way to put this, I'll be direct and apologise if I come across as harsh. I turn you down.
His words made me rumble, "W-What?" and hit me in the gut. I took a step back and stammered. "Tell me that this isn't true; you can't mean that."
"I do," he stated icily. "You aren't suitable to be my Luna."
"Jackson, that is untrue. Please don't reject me; I'm everything that a Luna should be. I knelt and begged.
"Even the moon goddess will not accept you; you are not worthy."
At that moment, I experienced heartbreak, and my anguish increased as his rejection became intolerable.
I could feel my body quivering and my eyes starting to flood up with tears.
"Why?" I asked, keeping my thoughts to myself.
Jackson answered, "Elena, you're too weak." You are simply too weak to be the powerful person I need by my side, someone who can lead this pack with me.
"Did you reject me because of my weakness?"
"You need to work on your weakness; you already know the answer."
I couldn't believe what he had just said. disbelieving what I was hearing. As I continued to think.
"I can be the necessary Luna for you. Jackson, please don't do this. Will I be welcomed if I improve my weakness?
His jaw tightened as he averted his gaze. "It's finished already. My decision is final now that I've made it.
The weight of rejection descended inside me, causing tears to flow down my cheeks and drip into my eyes.
My voice broke as I murmured, "I'm your mate." "It is intended that we be together."
"Never again! I can't even have someone like you by my side because you'll drag me back, and I'll never accept anything I don't like.
I was panting heavily and felt my chest tight. I took a sharp breath. This couldn't be genuine; it wasn't occurring.
"Elena, I apologise." Jackson continued, but there was no pity in his tone. "But things must be this way."
I became angry and wiped. "You have no right to believe that you are not good; you are making a mistake and will regret it."
Without barely looking, he turned to go. "I don't think so."
After he left, the truth of my circumstances struck me, and I was left in agony, wondering why my own partner—someone I believed would love and protect me—had abandoned me.
I realised at this very moment that I am totally alone. I needed to start again and get away from Jackson and this anguish, so I staggered out of the pack house without caring if anyone was looking.
I attempted to escape the heartbreak by running into the woods, the chilly air slapping on my face.
My legs failed me when I eventually came to a stop, and I fell to the forest floors. As it tore at my body, I sobered.
I sobbed in excruciating pain. How did this occur? How could Jackson dismiss me with such ease, like though I were unimportant to him?
I muttered to myself, "I trusted him." "I believed that we were destined to be."
It was a lie, though. I was never wanted by him. I had nothing now, and I wasn't strong enough for him.
After a few hours, after Jackson's actions, I wiped away my tears, stood motionless, and made the decision to leave this group. But where would I go if I had to leave? I was alone. Both my mate and my family had left.
A new worry that I hadn't shared with anyone else began to creep up on me as I ventured deeper into the woods.
I touched my stomach to feel the tiny yet developing life there. Jackson didn't know I was pregnant. Unaware that I was carrying his child, he rejected me.
"How will I proceed? Where do I begin? Will I bring up a jerk as a child? I muttered, feeling my eyes once more, but I was forced to keep my kid safe.
I cleaned my face in an attempt to relax. I had to be strong in order to keep my son alive, therefore I couldn't let this break me.
I gathered my courage and continued on. I heard footsteps behind me as I kept moving forward, and I started to worry that Jackson could have been following.
After a few minute of looking around, I noticed that it was my best friend Joyce when I turned to the left. She hurried to my side, her expression displaying worry.
"Elena! I've been searching everywhere for you. She uttered those words out loud.
"I hope there are no issues here." I said, attempting to act as though nothing had occurred.
"Where are you heading and what are you doing here?"
"I'm going." With a flat voice, I answered.
Joyce's gaze expanded. "Going? This is your home, Elena, therefore you can't just go.
I shook my head and answered, "Not anymore." "My entire life has been filled with nightmares since Jackson rejected me, and I have nothing here."
Sympathy softened Joyce's face. "Elena, I apologise; I'm shocked that he did that to you. But if I may ask where you're going, leaving isn't the wisest course of action.
"I'm not sure." I acknowledged. "But I have to find somewhere safe; I can't stay here."
"Safe?" Joyce scowled. "Safe from what?"
Joyce was my best friend, but I hadn't informed anyone about my pregnancy, so I was hesitant and bit my lip. My pulse raced as I debated whether or not to tell her the truth since she deserves to know.
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