Rejected Luna Queen

Nesta’s POV

Tears streamed down my face, hot and unrelenting as Nolan dragged me through the woods. Every step felt like a mile, and the weight of my situation bore down on me with crushing intensity,

I didn’t even say goodbye to Elara.

My heart ached with a mix of fear, anger, and profound sadness. I didn’t know where Nolan was taking me, but every fibre of my being screamed in protest.

We walked for what felt like an eternity, my sobs the only sound breaking the silence of the forest. The towering trees around us seemed to close in, their shadows casting a sombre pall over our path.

Each rough tug from Nolan sent a jolt of pain through my arm, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil inside me. Nothing compared to what I am feeling.

Finally, after what felt like hours, we emerged into a clearing where a line of huge black cars stood waiting.

Their ominous presence brought back memories of the Red Moon Pack, where similar vehicles. had come to take us away. My heart pounded in my chest as dread coiled tighter around me.

Nolan didn’t give me a moment to process or resist. With a rough shove, he pushed me into one of the cars, the door slamming shut behind me with a finality that made me shudder.

I collapsed onto the seat, my body trembling uncontrollably. Nolan slid in beside me, his presence a dark shadow that loomed over me, suffocating any hope I might have had.

The car’s engine roared to life, and as it began to move, the reality of my situation crashed down on me once more. The ugly turmoil I will be going through.

I curled into myself, wrapping my arms around my stomach protectively. The tiny heartbeat.

the fragile life that was growing, felt like the only thing I had left to hold on to.

within me,

Nolan’s eyes bored into me, his expression hard and unyielding. “Stop crying,” he snapped, his voice cold and devoid of any sympathy. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

But I couldn’t stop. The tears continued to flow, unchecked and unstoppable. They were a release, a small measure of comfort in a world that had become unbearably harsh.

I pressed my forehead against the cool window, the outside world a blur of green and grey as we sped away from the Crescent Moon Pack. My heart broke all over again.

For a moment, my mind drifted back to Lues his c

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one man that I knew wanted me for who I was. He would have fought hard for me. Oh Luc

I had hoped he would save me, that somehow, he would find a way to make everything right. But now, those hopes felt as distant as the stars. I was trapped, bound to a fate I couldn’t escape.

The car ride was a silent torment, Nolan’s presence a constant reminder of my helplessness. As the minutes stretched into an agonising eternity, I could only pray that somehow, someway, I would find a way to protect the life growing within me.

The vehicle bounced along the rough terrain, jostling me in my seat. I clutched tighter, the tears finally beginning to subside as exhaustion took over.

my stomach

But even as the sobs quieted, my heart remained heavy, weighed down by fear and uncertainty.

I had no idea where we were going or what awaited me at the end of this journey. But one thing was certain: I would fight for my child, for our future, no matter the cost.

Nolan’s eyes bore into me with an intensity that sent chills down my spine. His gaze lingered on my stomach, the barely noticeable swell that held our child. Fury flickered across his face, twisting his features into a mask of pure rage.

Without warning, he pushed me back against the cool leather of the car seat, his hands rough and unforgiving. The breath was knocked out of me, and I gasped, fear gripping my heart as he hovered over me.

The car’s interior felt smaller, the walls closing

once handsome face now looks like a demon’s.

in as his presence filled the space. He is huge. His

“How could you?” he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble that vibrated through my very core. “You think you can just sneak around, carrying another man’s child?” His face was inches from mine, the heat of his anger palpable.

I closed my eyes, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. Nolan’s breath was hot against my ear as he leaned in closer, his words a venomous whisper.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you? But you’re mine. Do you hear me? Mine. My mate to do whatever I fucking wish to rejected or fucking not!

Tears welled up behind my closed eyelids, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t show him any more weakness. His threats pounded in my ears, each word a sharp dagger aimed at my resolve.

“If you think for one second that I will let you escape this, you are gravely mistaken. You and that bastard child will face the consequences.”

His hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze with a defiance that I didn’t entirely feel.

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“You don’t scare me, I whispered, though my voice quivered with the effort.

Nolan’s eyes narrowed, and he tightened his grip, his fingers digging, painfully into my skin. His face turned to a twisted laugh that made my guts sink.

“You should be scared,” he hissed. “Because there’s nowhere you can hide. No one can save you.”

For a moment, we remained locked in that tense, oppressive silence, the air thick with unspoken threats and simmering hatred. Then, with a final shove, he released ne, settling back into his seat with a dark, satisfied smile.

I curled into myself, trying to steady my breath, the pain from his grip still throbbing on my jaw. The car continued its relentless journey, but now, the path ahead seemed even more fraught with danger and uncertainty.

Nolan’s threats echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the precariousness of my situation. But deep within, a small spark of defiance remained. For my child, I would find a way to survive this.

The car finally slowed to a stop, the grand palace looming ominously through the windows. My heart sank as I recognized the ornate gates and the familiar stone walls.

This was no longer a place of refuge but a prison, and I was being dragged back into its depths.

As the door swung open, I was roughly pulled out by Nolan, his grip still firm and unyielding. My tears had dried, leaving streaks on my cheeks, but the fury in my eyes remained, burning hotter with each step closer to the palace.

The grandeur of the palace, with its towering spires and intricate carvings, only heightened my sense of entrapment.

Standing at the entrance was Nolan’s mother, the queen mother, her regal presence an attempt at a welcoming smile. But the sight of my tear–streaked face and the fury in my eyes made her grimace.

She was trying to appear gracious, but the tension in her posture and the flicker of discomfort in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

“Welcome back, Nesta,” she said, her voice carefully measured. “We’ve missed you.”

I could barely muster a response. My mind was a whirlwind of anger and betrayal. The audacity of them to drag me back here after rejecting me, thinking they could use me for their own selfish

reasons.

The palace that once held promises now only offered the sting of memories and the ache of my loss.

The queen mother stepped forward, her hands reaching out as if to comfort me, but I recoiled, my body stiffening at her touch.

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“Don’t,” I snapped, my voice hoarse from crying. “Don’t pretend this is anything but what it is. You brought me back to this hell.”

Her eyes flickered with a mix of pity and annoyance, but she withdrew her hands, clasping them in front of her instead. “We only want what’s best for the palace, Nesta.”

“And what about what’s best for me?” I shot back, my voice rising with the weight of my anger even though I didn’t really understand what she just said. What is my presence going to do to the kingdom?

“You think you can just throw me away and then drag me back when it’s convenient? You think you have the right to decide my fate?”

Nolan stood silently beside me, his jaw set in a hard line, his eyes cold. Rowan appeared at the top of the grand staircase, his expression unreadable. The family that had once held a place in my heart now only filled me with contempt.

“Queen Mother, my ass,” I spat, glaring at her. “You’re no better than your sons.”

The queen’s face hardened, but she said nothing, simply turning to lead the way into the palace. Nolan’s grip on my arm loosened slightly, but the tension between us was palpable.

As we walked through the grand halls, the opulence and splendour felt like a cruel mockery of my pain.

I vowed silently to myself as we made our way deeper into the palace: I would never forgive them for this. Nolan and Rowan had rejected me, and now they had the audacity to bring me back.

Whatever their reasons, whatever their plans, I would not be a pawn in their games. I would find a way to fight back, to protect my child, and to reclaim my freedom. The anger in my eyes was not just for show; it was a promise to myself that I would never be broken by them again.