His Rejected Luna's Vengeance

As messages filled with blame towards me flashed across the screen, I felt a rising frustration.

["The protagonist has already stepped back; what more does she want?"]

["Juliet doesn’t come from a prominent pack. It’s her first birthday celebration, so wouldn’t it make sense for Beta Kasen to be with her as her sponsor?"]

Kasen fiddled with his phone, looking uneasy, and quickly erased a post from his Instagram. His apology to me was quiet, but his tone still defended Juliet, the Delta warrior he had recently decided to support.

"You know, this is Juliet’s first time ever having her own birthday cake," he reasoned calmly, his deep voice carrying the weight of his Beta status. "She looks up to me like I’m her hero. If I don’t attend, it would really disappoint her. She’s not like you; she hasn’t experienced any of life’s pleasures. Since I chose to help her, I feel obligated to stick to it."

Kasen’s words were sincere, but Juliet’s tough situation wasn’t my responsibility. Why should I be the one to pay the price? I scrolled through my phone, pulling up a document, enlarging it for Kasen to see. My frail hands trembled slightly, a reminder of my weak constitution.

"My father, Alpha Mustafa, sponsors thousands of students every year, and I’ve never had to show up to each one’s birthday just because I’m their sponsor."

"So why is she so special that she needs you with her all the time?"

Messages kept pouring across the screen.

["The antagonist is just causing drama; the protagonist will continue to drift apart from her."]

["The protagonist and the antagonist were meant for each other; nothing beats a knight-in-shining-armor romance!"]

Kasen was momentarily taken aback, his broad shoulders stiffening as he prepared to counter my argument. The aura of a Beta, commanding yet conflicted, radiated from him. Then there was a knock on the hospital room door, interrupting the tension.

I glanced at the door, my heart pounding. My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, a quiet whisper of unease. I could feel the weight of Kasen’s presence, the way his dominance filled the room, yet it no longer brought me comfort. Instead, it felt suffocating, a reminder of how far we’d drifted apart.

Kasen turned towards the door, his expression shifting to one of mild irritation. "Who is it?" he called out, his voice carrying the subtle authority of his rank.

The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, her eyes respectfully averted. "Miss, your father’s assistant, Valentina, is here to see you," she said softly, her tone deferential.

I nodded, my throat tight. Kasen’s gaze flicked back to me, his dark eyes searching my face for a reaction. I avoided his stare, focusing instead on the nurse. "Send her in," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

As the nurse stepped aside, Valentina entered the room, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. She bowed her head slightly in Kasen’s direction, acknowledging his rank, before turning to me. "Miss, your father has arranged everything. He’s waiting for your return," she said, her voice gentle but firm.

Kasen’s jaw tightened, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. He knew what this meant—my father, Alpha Mustafa, was stepping in. The weight of his authority, even from a distance, was enough to make Kasen hesitate.

I took a deep breath, my wolf’s whisper growing fainter. "Thank you, Valentina," I said, my voice soft but resolute. "Tell my father I’ll be ready soon."