Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: 491-I Am Never Enough

Fauna:

I had spoken with my sister, and she suggested that I should confront Haiden about the feelings I had for him. Then I spoke with Ian too, and he seemed like a nice man.

But I did not understand why Haiden was so harsh with me. Everyone else was not that bad. They did not treat me like I was a curse.

I mean, Troy did, but that was because Haiden encouraged him. I could tell.

But when I finally spoke with Haiden, it was as if he broke every part of me, every dream I had ever had. It took so much strength not to cry in front of him.

I walked out of the room and went down the hallway to where dinner was being served. Everybody was already there.

There was a huge table that could fit all the families together.

"What happened?" Mariana asked, gently holding my arm.

I looked up at her, and she noticed the tears in my eyes.

Excusing us with a hand gesture, she led me aside so she could help me feel better before I joined the dinner table.

There were many eyes on us today. We did not want a scandal.

"He rejected my advances," I whispered softly, looking down at the floor.

"I am so sorry. Maybe that is just how he feels," Mariana replied, slowly letting go of my arm.

"We are so unlucky," I said, not looking up from the ground because I knew that if I did, a tear would roll down my face and someone would notice.

"Everything will be better. Do not worry. We will be fine," my sister assured me, gently patting my shoulder.

The truth was that my sister and I had been put against each other by our parents since we were children.

There were times when we fought a lot, but in the end, we both grew tired of fighting. We had once been close to each other.

Neither of us wanted to think about marrying an alpha anymore. We just wanted someone we loved. Sadly, we were known as the two sisters from the troubled family.

My father was not well liked, and I understood why. He was a difficult man.

His behavior, his cunning nature, his hatred toward others, and all the toxic games he played had left his daughters without mates.

"Come on, let’s go to dinner," my sister urged, reminding me that our father was still waiting for us to join and act happy and cheerful like he told us to.

Our personalities were shaped by our parents. When we were children, my parents would bully me if I did not smile enough, and they would beat my sister if she smiled too much.

My father said that we needed to have distinct personalities.

I walked with my sister and sat at the dining table, keeping my head as low as I could. The moment I lifted it, I saw Ian and Troy looking at me. They quickly looked away when they realized I had noticed.

I kept staring at them until they looked back again, and I gave them the same silly smile I always had. It was an impulse. I always did that.

It was how I had been taught. The two returned small, awkward smiles, probably realizing that their friend had rejected me.

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