His Rejected Luna's Vengeance

The next day, the Moores arrived to propose the mate bond.

The gift list was endless, their offerings filling my yard to the brim. My mother watched the bustling pack members with worry, her brows knitted tightly. She took my hand and asked if I was sure about this.

I patted her hand gently.

It was decided.

In this city, we couldn’t afford another broken promise.

Besides, the Moores were a reputable pack, and Logan, though stoic, was the eldest son and future Alpha. If not for the Palmer family’s past favor, this mate bond would never have fallen to Sydney.

I held the gift list, meticulously checking each item in the yard.

Just then, Kenneth arrived with Sydney in tow.

The yard was filled with crimson chests adorned with the crest of the Moores. Kenneth raised his chin at the sight, his gaze fixed on me.

Sydney’s eyes, however, were locked on the chests, as if she had already imagined how to enjoy their contents.

“Margot, your family truly adores you, preparing such lavish gifts,” Sydney said, reaching out to open the nearest chest.

I quickly slapped her hand with the gift list.

Sydney let out a delicate cry, retreating into Kenneth’s arms, her voice dripping with委屈.

“I only wanted to help you sort through the offerings. Why would you hit me?”

“I thought the Butlers were well-bred, but it seems I was wrong.”

I narrowed my eyes, too tired to argue.

“You’re not worthy of touching these things.”

These were Logan’s gifts, and I didn’t want him to know Sydney had laid a hand on them.

But it was clear they didn’t understand the significance.

Kenneth’s face darkened, his words sharp.

“I always thought you were reasonable, Margot, above petty distinctions. Yet you treat Sydney like this.”

“And she only wanted to help. You’re just looking down on her status.”

With that, he pulled a silver pendant from his pocket and threw it at my feet.

I frowned.

“What’s this?”

Kenneth’s expression was stormy, as if this trinket held great value.

“A token for the mate bond. This is my gift to you.”

I glanced at the pendant on the ground. Its craftsmanship was crude, the silver tarnished and the stone at its tip dull.

Even my maid wouldn’t have found it appealing.

I took a deep breath, forcing down my anger.

“Take it back. I don’t want it.”

Kenneth’s face turned even uglier, clearly not expecting me to reject him so bluntly.

Sydney stepped forward, cutting him off.

“Don’t be upset, Margot. Kenneth’s just worried. I’ve prepared something special for you too.”

“This dress I sewed for your mark ceremony, and this glassware I carefully selected.”

She placed the box in front of me, revealing a pale blue gown and a set of glassware.

Blue was the color for chosen mates, and the glassware symbolized her intention to serve me as the lesser mate.

My chest burned with anger. I gave Sydney a light push, just wanting her to step back.

But she fell to the ground with a dramatic cry, tears welling in her eyes as she looked up at Kenneth.

Kenneth immediately scooped her into his arms, glaring at me.

“Do you know how many nights Sydney stayed up to make this dress? And this is how you treat her kindness?”

“Thank the Moon Goddess you’re not my mate.”

“You’ll end up alone!”

With that, Kenneth stormed off, carrying Sydney in his arms.

I watched them leave, my strength draining from me.

I let out a long sigh.