Revenge of the Rejected Luna

Chapter 4

Eleanora's pov

Even when the party was over, I still felt like everything was hanging by a thread. I still couldn't stop the tremors of fear in my hands.

What was wrong with me?

The scent of citrus and wildberries filled the air and a heavy thud of footsteps echoed in the hallway, each one louder than the last. Someone was coming.

Before I could exhale, the door burst open with a force that rattled my bones.

“Eleanora!” A voice called out.

And just like a venomous serpent, she slithered into the room.

I tried not to flinch when she entered. She was everything I wasn't — beautiful, confident, powerful. The woman who had stolen everything from me. And now, she was here to finish the job.

She saw me standing in the hall and immediately flashed me that wicked smile I had once thought was genuine, once thought was real.

But now?

I knew better. There was nothing real about her. Not anymore.

“Oh. Eleanora. Still wearing that thing?” she purred, staring at my dress.

Her words were a blow, each one sharper than the last.

“Oh Violet, still a good digger?” I clenched my fists. I wouldn't let her have that power over me. Not anymore.

Suddenly, without warning, she stepped forward, her heel digging painfully into my foot.

I gasped, the sudden surge of pain making my vision blur for a moment.

“You've got quite the mouth on you, Eleanora!” She giggled with delight, intensifying the weight of her shoe on mine.

Pain lanced through my body as I stumbled backward, but before I could regain my balance, Violet shoved me aside.

A yelp escaped my lips as I crashed to the ground, my fingernails crashing to the marble floor. The stung in my palms did nothing to replace the ache in my heart.

Giggles of laughter filled the air.

“Look at her. So pitiful.” Violet pointed at me as she giggled with her maids.

Their cruel laughter echoed in my ears and tears burned in my ears. My fingers curled into a fist.

I was about to spew a report, a sharp retort so wicked it'd send Violet crying herself to cry. But before I could open my mouth, the heavy sound of footsteps echoed.

Tristan.

Alpha Tristan.

My mate.

I tried to scramble to my feet, but I was too slow.

Violet, that wretched woman, fell dramatically to the floor as if I had shoved her.

Her brows furrowed and her body contorted in pain and shock and she whimpered loudly. It wasn't even real and I knew it wasn't real but I didn't have the strength to fight her back anymore.

I opened my mouth to explain, to tell Tristan what had happened but the words died on my tongue like my confidence. No one would believe me. Not when Violet's dramatic performance had already set the stage for my doom.

Tristan walked in.

“Fuck.” I cursed silently.

His gaze fell on Violet, sprawled on the floor. The sight of her in such a miserable and pitiful state seemed to have ignited something in him because his face contorted into something ugly. Disgust, anger, disappointment.

“What happened here?!” Tristan thundered, his voice striking the air like a clap of thunder.

Violet gasped dramatically, lifting a trembling hand to her face as if the world had turned upside down. “Tristan, my love, it's Eleanora. She… she attacked me!”

She didn't even get to finish before Tristan rushed to her side and lifted her up off the floor and into his arms, comforting her.

“You're safe now, love.” Tristan cooed, whispering behind her ears.

The words “safe” hit me square in the chest. He said the words like I was some vicious animal that attacked his mistress.

As I watched Tristan comfort Violet, my heart shattered.

Every fiber of my being wanted to scream, to yell, to tell him the truth but no one would listen.

“Eleanora!” Tristan said in a commanding voice and I flinched. “How dare you do this!”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My throat was parched and the words were too thick to form.

I could feel every eye on me. The pack, Violet, even the servants who now whispered in the corner, everyone was watching me, waiting for me to explain myself.

But what could I possibly say?

Could I even tell them the truth?

Could I even tell tell how Violet had betrayed me?

How she had taken everything from me?

How she had made me look like a fool?

What could I say about how his own mother had allowed it to happen?

Just in time, Tristan’s mom appeared in the doorway, her face mirroring an angry woman.

She took in the scene and with one quick glance, her eyes flicking between Violet and me.

“Enough!” she said sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

She stepped forward, her gaze holding mine. “You have disgraced us all. You've tarnished the name of the pack and the honour of Luna.”

My eyes circled in shock. “What? No. Please…”

“You are no longer a Luna!” Tristan's mother declared in a harsh voice. “You've failed to uphold the dignity of a Luna. Striking a poor woman? Tsk. You're not better than the Omegas. In fact, that's where you'll return to.”

Blood drained from my face and my lips quivered in fear.

I stood there, frozen, the world shattering around me.

I tried to protest, tried to beg for forgiveness, but there was nothing I could say that could change what had been decided.

The room fell into a suffocating silence when Tristan's mother pursed her lips.

I had lost. Violet had won.

In the end, I was still the rejected Luna. I was still the Omega and the same woman no one ever cared about.

Tristan didn't even look at me. His gaze was still on Violet, crooning her in his arms. Yet again, I was just another invisible ghost to him like everyone else.

In the silence that followed, I wondered if I'd ever be seen again.

If I would ever be enough.

But the truth was glaring — I had fallen into nothingness and I was never swimming out of it.