Rejected Luna Queen

“But that’s not all, I continued. “I want you to find out everyone who had a hand in making Nesta’s life hell. Leave no stone unturned. Anyone found guilty of tormenting her is to be punished severely. They need to pay for what they did.” The warriors dispersed, moving with the efficiency of a well–oiled machine. They spread out through the packhouse and the surrounding area, questioning pack members, gathering evidence, and identifying the culprits.

The Alpha and his son were taken into custody, their faces pale and resigned to their fate.

I watched as the son’s mate was also dragged before me, her expression a mixture of fear and defiance. She knew what was coming, and yet she seemed to cling to a sliver of hope that mercy might be shown,

But there would be no mercy today. Not for any of them.

Hours passed as my men carried out their tasks. The pack members who had been complicit in Nesta’s suffering were brought forth one by one.

Some tried to plead their case, while others stood silently, knowing their guilt was undeniable.

My lead enforcer, a hulking figure named Garret, approached me with a grim expression. “We’ve identified several more who were directly involved in tormenting Nesta. They’ve been detained and are awaiting your judgment.” “Good,” I replied. “Make sure their punishment is severe. They need to understand the gravity of their actions.”

I’ll leave them in my custody and she will be the one to punish them.

Garret nodded and turned to relay the orders to the others. I could see the relief in the eyes of some pack members, those who had not participated in the cruelty and who had been living under the oppressive rule of the Alpha and his closest allies.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

They watched as justice was served, and a glimmer of hope began to replace the fear in their eyes.

By the time the sun began to set, the punishments had been meted out. The guilty were dealt with harshly, their cries echoing through the once–proud territory of the Red Moon Pack.

I felt no sympathy for them, only a cold satisfaction that justice had been served.

As I stood amidst the aftermath, I couldn’t help but think of Nesta. I hoped that, wherever she was, she would feel some measure of relief knowing that those who had caused her so much pain were finally paying for their actions.

I turned to Garret. “Make sure the pack is properly disbanded and that the innocent are given the support they need to find new homes. We may be punishing the guilty, but we are not here to ruin the lives of those who had not part in this.”

He nodded, understanding the balance we needed to maintain. As I watched him and the others carry out the final stages of our mission, I felt a sense of closure. The Red Moon Pack was no more, and a small measure of justice had been achieved.

Now, it was time to return home and face whatever awaited me there.

As the final arrangements were made and the sun began to dip below the horizon, I felt a strange excitement bubbling within me. The mission had been a success, justice had been served, and now it was time to return home.

I took a deep breath, feeling the crisp evening air fill my lungs. There was a sense of satisfaction in knowing that I had avenged Nesta, that I had done something to right the wrongs she had suffered.

But more than that, I was eager to return to the place that, despite all its complexities and challenges, I still considered my home.

The thought of seeing Nesta again quickened my pulse. Ii agined her reaction when she heard what had been done, how those who had tormented her were punished. I hoped it would bring her some peace, even if just a little.

I called my men to gather, their expressions mirroring my own sense of completion. “It’s time to head back, I announced, my voice carrying a note of anticipation.

I found myself thinking about what awaited me at the palace. The familiar corridors, the scent of the gardens, the quiet strength of the place.

And of course, Nesta. Nesta. Nesta. Nesta. Fucking NESTA. Her presence was a constant pull, an anchor that drew me back with an undeniable force.

The journey back seemed to pass in a blur, my mind racing ahead to the moment. I would step through the palace doors. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing Nesta, of holding her close and knowing that I had done something to make her world a little better.

As the plane touched down and we made our way back to the palace grounds, my excitement only grew. The sight of the palace in the distance brought a sense of relief and anticipation. This was where I belonged, where I needed to be.

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I disembarked and walked with purposeful strides toward the entrance, my pounding in my chest. Every step brought me closer to Nesta, to the life we were forging together, no matter how complicated it might be.

Reaching the palace doors, I paused for a moment, taking in the familiar surroundings. This was home, with all its imperfections and struggles.

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He stood up abruptly, swaying slightly as he did, “You should go,” he said, but his eyes never left mine. “Before I do something we’ll both regret”

But I didn’t move. Despite the femur and the confusion, I couldn’t just leave him like this. Because I am very extremely stupid to still have feelings for him.

“Rowan, please,” I whispered, stepping close. “Let me help you”

He shook his head, but his hand reached it, almost involuntarily, to touch my face. His fingers were warm and rough against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

can’t help me, Nesta,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “No one

For a moment, we stood there in the dim light of his study, the tension between us almost palpable. My heart ached for him, for whatever pain he was drowning

And despite the fear and the uncertainty, a part of me wanted to be there for him. to share his burden. A useless part of me I want to annihilate.

“Rowan.” I said again, my voice trembling slightly. “You don’t have to be alone.” His eyes softened for a brief moment and he leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek. “Maybe, he whispered, “but it’s better this way.

Then, with a suddenness that took my breath away, he pulled me into a fierce. desperate kiss. Kiss that made me heady.

His lips were insistent, demanding, and I found myself responding with equal fervour, my body pressed against his as the world around us faded away.

The intensity of the kiss sent a shiver down my spine as he pulled away. We stared at each other lost in our own little bubble.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The air between us crackled with tension. My breath hitched as he came closer, the scent of his arousal overwhelming my senses.

He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek. His touch was gentle, but the fire in his eyes was anything but.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

“I am worried about you,” I confessed, my voice trembling.

He let out a bitter laugh, his thumb brushing against my swollen lower lip. “Worried about me? Or about yourself?”

Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, his lips crashing onto mine again with a force that took my breath away. My hands shook not knowing where to place them.

The second kiss was fierce, hungry, and filled with a desperation I hadn’t expected. I moaned into his mouth, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. I could think of nothing.

He pressed me against the desk, his hands roaming over my body. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I gasped as he pulled away, only to trail his lips down my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin he has marked. The mark electrified like it just came to life at the feel of him here.

“Rowan,” I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair, finding an anchor.

His hands found the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion. He growled at the sight of me, his eyes dark with desire. Why did I wear a casual sundress in the first place?

But I cannot bring myself to regret it. Not one bit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered before his mouth was on my breasts, sucking and licking with a ferocity that made my knees weak.

1 arched into him, my nails digging into his shoulders. The friction between us was intoxicating, and I could feel the heat pooling in my core. Deep down I feel like I shouldn’t do this but it feels right in every single way.

“Please, Rowan,” I begged, my voice a desperate plea.

He lifted me onto the desk, spreading my legs and positioning himself between them. His fingers found the edge of my underwear, tearing them away with at savage growl.

“You’re mine too,” he said, his voice rough with possessiveness.

I could only nod, my body trembling with need, barely making out words. He entered me in one swift thrust, filling me completely. We have never had sex with him on his feet. He couldn’t walk then.

I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. It feels different. He moved with a relentless pace, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his hand gripping my chin and forcing me to meet. his gaze. “I want to see you come.”

I couldn’t hold back, the intensity of his stare and the rhythm of his thrusts sending me spiralling into ecstasy. I came with a cry, my body convulsing around him. Tears streamed down my face as the pleasure overwhelmed me. Rowan followed soon after, his release triggering another wave of pleasure. through me. He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies intertwined, the aftermath of our passion leaving us both breathless.

Finally, he pulled back, his eyes softening as he looked at me. “Nesta,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerability I hadn’t seen before.

I reached up, cupping his cheek. “I’m here,” I said softly, my heart aching with the intensity of my feelings.

For the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of peace, a connection that went beyond the physical. Oh, it was all quiet and still until the door was pushed open and Nolan’s scent wafted in.

Fucking hell.