From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 2

ELOISE.

“The Alpha left her for her sister,” someone in the crowd whispered.

“But for the adopted sister? That's brutal.”

“Maybe he knows something we don't. She's damaged goods after all.”

I tried not to let their words hurt me, but their words were like daggers pricking my skin. My chest heaved, the air feeling too thin to breathe. I looked up at the Blood Moon, which seemed to mock me with its red glow. The pain of humiliation mixed with the scorching heat of the incomplete bond was too much.

“AHHHHH!”

I let out a scream. It was raw and filled with agony. It tore from my throat, echoing through the empty altar. The crowd flinched, all of them stepping back away from me as if I were the enemy, but I didn't care.

I ripped the ceremonial veil off my head and threw it into the dirt. I wasn't going to wait here like a fool. I wanted to see it. I needed to see if Summer was actually dying, or if she had won again.

I hiked up my heavy white dress and marched towards the edge of the woods.

“Lady Eloise,” a patrol guard stepped into my path. “You shouldn't go; the Alpha commanded you to wait.”

“Are you mad?” I asked coldly, trying as much as possible not to lose my cool. “Move aside and tell me, is Summer dead?” I asked.

The guard shifted his weight and looked down at his boots. “I’m sorry, my lady. Uh, no, my lady. The warriors found her immediately. She didn't have a lot of injuries, though; she was just shaken up.”

“Where is she?”

“They took her to the pack hospital to be checked for shock,” he admitted.

I pushed past him and began the long walk, not caring to ask for a carriage or a car. My bare feet bled on the stones, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the hurt I had in my heart.

When I reached the pack hospital, the receptionist looked at my dirty white dress with wide eyes.

“Where is Summer?” I demanded.

“Top floor, the VIP suite, my lady,” she said with a bow.

I took the stairs; I wasn't patient enough to take the elevator. My heart was pounding, not from exhaustion, but from rage. I reached the hallway of the VIP suite, the door was slightly ajar, and I was about to barge in when I heard a soft voice.

“Edward…it was so scary.” Summer sobbed. “The rogues surrounded me and said t-terrible things.”

“What did they say, Summer?” Edward’s voice was so gentle and filled with concern. The kind of tone he never used with me.

“They said…” Summer sniffled loudly. “They said they hoped Elsie was satisfied with the work they did. They said…they said my sister paid them to scare me away from the ceremony.”

My breath hitched. My hands curled into fists so tight that my nails cut into my palms.

“What?” Julian growled. “Eloise did this? She hired rogues to kill you?”

“No! No!” Summer cried out, her voice sounding frantic and fake. “I don't want to believe it. I know Eloise hates me, I know she's jealous, but she wouldn't do that! Please don't blame her! Maybe the rogues were lying; it's probably all a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” my mother scoffed. “Summer, stop being so naive. Eloise disappeared for twelve years. She lived with rogues! She probably learned their dirty tricks. She has their blood on her hands!”

“She is a traitor,” Antoine spat. “We welcomed her back, and this is how she repays us? By trying to have our sweet Summer killed?”

I couldn't listen to another word.

BANG.

I kicked the door open, and it slammed against the wall with a powerful crash.

Everyone in the room jumped. Summer was sitting on the hospital bed, looking perfectly fine while holding a cup of hot cocoa. My parents and brothers gathered around her like she was a fragile glass doll.

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