His Rejected Luna's Vengeance

Kasen’s eyes flickered with unease before he finally relented, his voice heavy with reluctant agreement. “I promise, this is the last time.” From the shadows, Juliet’s piercing gaze locked onto mine, burning with defiance. Hearing Kasen’s words, my father, Alpha Mustafa Sullivan of the Crimson Fang Pack, visibly relaxed, his dominant aura softening just slightly. He smoothed things over with Kasen by offering him a lucrative project—a gesture that would secure Kasen’s position as Beta of the Silver Moon Pack and, by extension, my future. Yet, even with this opportunity, Kasen remained distant. He avoided Juliet’s stare and turned to me, his tone earnest. “If you’re upset, I’ll set boundaries with her. I’ll handle everything through my assistant. Does that sound okay?”

I didn’t respond, but Juliet, who had been so confident in her innocence moments ago, suddenly looked at me with tear-filled eyes, playing the victim. She muttered several apologies before running off. Kasen didn’t chase after her, but his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his inner wolf no doubt wrestling with conflicting instincts.

In silence, he rolled a chair over for me and gently draped his jacket over my shoulders. “Even though it’s spring, there’s still a chill in the air. Be careful not to catch a cold.” He always showed this kind of meticulous care, and despite myself, I felt a small flutter in my chest—a fleeting warmth that was quickly extinguished.

But then I saw the online comments, and a wave of coldness swept over me.

“Poor Kasen, trapped under the antagonist’s thumb.”

“He even had protection ready, but it was all thwarted by the frail girl.”

“If only she realized, Kasen and the protagonist could be happy!”

Tentatively, I reached into Kasen’s pocket and, as expected, found an unopened pack of condoms. Given my health issues and the frailty of my wolf, it had been a long time since we’d been close. The discovery felt like a dagger to the chest, a reminder of how far we’d drifted.

As I continued taking deep breaths, Kasen looked at me, puzzled, asking what was wrong. I simply shook my head calmly, not shedding a tear. It turns out, when your heartache reaches its peak, it leaves you speechless. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, a faint echo of the pain I couldn’t voice. But I ignored her, focusing instead on the cold, hard reality before me. Kasen might still be here, but his loyalty—his heart—was no longer mine.