Rejected Luna’s Six Burning Lies

I sat slumped in the corner of the bed, waiting for an hour, in pain for an hour, until the blood beneath me had pooled on the floor. Only then did the patrolling warriors arrive.

By then, I was already weak and barely conscious, my robe soaked in crimson, startling the gathered pack members.

Facing me, Kyrie stammered, “Avianna, you’re strong. You don’t need that healing herb to recover. Cynthia’s different—she was in critical condition last night. The pack healer said without that rare herb, she wouldn’t have made it!”

He hesitated, then added, “Saving a life is worth more than anything. You’ve always been kind-hearted. Surely you understand this, don’t you?”

“Besides,” he continued, his voice softening, “you’re my Luna now. Doesn’t everything you have belong to me?”

Kyrie’s words were sincere, and when he reached out to touch my face, his expression was tender. “Avianna, you’re my mate. No one understands me the way you do.”

With the last of my strength, I slapped his hand away, my body trembling as the blood beneath me seemed to pour out uncontrollably. I felt cold, a chill that seeped into my bones and refused to leave.

The man I had once given up everything to be with now felt like a stranger, someone I had never truly known.

I let out a bitter laugh, followed by a cry of pain that tore through my throat. “Kyrie, is this your idea of love?”

He tried to explain, but when I refused to relent, his frustration turned to anger. “Avianna, Cynthia’s my cousin. We grew up together. You’re my mate now—that makes her your family too. How could you just stand by and watch her die?”

I lowered my gaze, tears silently streaming down my face. My hands clenched the sheets, and I pushed him away with what little strength I had left. “Get out!”