The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Vivian POV

I hear the shouting before I see anything.

Dad’s voice carries. It always does when he’s angry. Like the house itself ought to listen.

We had that in common.

I slow my steps in the hallway, careful, quiet. I lean against the wall instead, just out of sight, and watch it happen like a private performance meant just for me.

Ellie came home late. Mistake’number two. The first, was screwing with my Gala. That was meant to be my moment. My Dominic.

Ellie stands there looking shocked to see him waiting. She looks small in the sitting room, framed by furniture that was never hers, in a house she never really belonged in.

Dad tells her how it is, that she’s a liar, a loser, and how she should just let me have Dominic.

Then he adds that she should just say yes if they want her.

My nose crinkles. Not what I said.

I roll my eyes.

Then it happens.

The sound is sharp. Wet.

Her head snaps to the side.

And for one horrible, perfect second, I feel disappointed.

That’s it?

I watch her stumble, hand catching the table, the whole thing falling, shock flashing across her face like she truly believed she was untouchable.

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Idiot.

I almost sigh when her Mom rushes in, shrieking, grabbing Ellie, dragging her upstairs like a wounded animal. I wanted Dad to go farther. To finally teach her what happens when you embarrass a family like that,

embarrass Alpha. When you throw away opportunities people would kill for.

Instead, he steps back. Straightens his sleeve. Puts the mask back on.

Coward.

I push off the wall and head to my room, nails biting into my palms, fury boiling hot and directionless in my

chest.

Dominic’s parents chose her.

Ellie. Of all people.

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Not ine

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Not the one who prepared I’ve been working for that future since I was old enough to understand what

Luna meant.

And she doesn’t even want it.

That’s the worst part.

She rejects Dominic like he’s nothing, like being chosen by an Alpha family is some kind of burden instead of a gift.

I deserve that life.

I deserve him.

Later, when the house finally settles and the anger downstairs dulls into something quieter, I knock softly on my father’s office door.

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