Chapter 6
I opened my eyes to find myself lying in an opulent room, vast and immaculate, the rich decor radiating a luxurious, almost regal ambiance.
Where am I? The last thing I remember is breaking my mate bond with Silas, putting every ounce of my strength into it. By all logic, I should be dead.
Just then, the door opened, and a familiar figure stepped in–the tall shadow who had carried me away. His face, too, stirred a sense of recognition.
“Rowena, you’re finally awake.”
The moment he spoke, it clicked. This was Branwen
agwen, once the bravest warrior in our pack, had rescued me from harassment in the past. But after that, he’d suddenly grown distant. Less than a year later, he’d left the pack entirely. And yet, here he was.
But the grief over my daughters‘ loss had left me hollow, indifferent even to this unexpected reunion. I spoke listlessly. “You saved me? Why didn’t you just let me die?”
A servant behind Branwen couldn’t hold back, his voice indignant.
“How can you be so ungrateful? Our Alpha risked everything to save you, going to great lengths to find Thorn Blossom for your healing. And now you speak of death again?”
Surprised, I looked up, processing both the lengths Branwen had gone to for my survival and that single word: Alpha. Branwen was an Alpha?
He noticed my shock, giving me a faint, knowing smile.
“Rowena,” he said calmly, “welcome to the Silver Lake Park”
My voice was rough, strained, barely audible. Tm sorry, but it seems I’ll only be wasting your Thorn Blossom. My two daughters are gone. Living on means nothing to me.”
Branwen’s expression darkened, his intense gaze flickering with emotions I couldn’t decipher. At last, his voice dropped, cold and resolute.
“I only did what I felt was right. Whether you wish to live or not–it’s no concern of mine.”
With that, he turned and left with his servant, not sparing me another glance.
Once they were gone, I rose, staggering from the room. My feet found their way to the palace’s topmost terrace. The wind brushed against my skin, relentless and cold, as I closed my eyes, feeling the edge beneath my feet. Just one step forward, and it would all be over—this pain, the anguish of my daughters‘ deaths.
But in that final moment, a voice echoed in my mind.
“Rowena, are you really willing to end it like this?
I glanced around, but no one was there. Only the moon hung above me, brilliant and indifferent.
Was this…. the voice of the Moon Goddess?
The voice came again, softer but insistent, “Rowena, the one who deserves to suffer for your children’s deaths is not you.”
The truth of it pierced me. No, it wasn’t I who should die. The ones responsible for my daughters‘ fate were still out there. Why should I perish, when Silas would move on without a trace of remorse? He would marry his Lena, and I would be nothing more than a forgotten shadow,
How could I allow that?
Resolve hardened within me. I would seek justice for my daughters.
Silas Lena–you won’t live happily, free of guilt or consequence.
I sank to my knees, lifting my tear–streaked face to the moon, crying out, “Moon Goddess, I am not willing to accept this. If you let my children return, if you bring justice to me and my daughters, I will pay any price!”
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Alpha’s Regret: Magnificent Return of the Rejected Luna
Chapter 6
My prayer seemed to resonate. Moonlight bathed me, filling me with a weightless sensation, as though something greater than myself had heard my plea.
The Moon Goddess whispered, “Then open
arms and 1 will give you power!
I stood up, closed my eyes, opened my arms, and quietly prayed in my heart.
Suddenly, a tremendous amount of energy nooded into i
my body.
