The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 17

**Chapter 8**

**Blair’s POV**

The wind howled around us, a fierce and relentless force that seemed to echo the turmoil in my heart.

Carrie stood precariously at the edge of the cliff, her white dress billowing around her like the wings of a ghost. The sea breeze whipped her skirt into a frenzy, making her appear as delicate as a piece of paper caught in a storm.

“Carrie!” The three brothers shouted in unison, their voices laced with urgency and fear. “Step back! Please, come back to us!”

With a slow turn, Carrie faced them, her eyes glistening with tears that streamed down her cheeks like silver ribbons. “Christian… Lysander, all of you… I don’t want to leave you. But Blair doesn’t want me here. I’m dying anyway—might as well end it now. At least I won’t be in Blair’s way anymore…”

In that moment, the atmosphere shifted; all four of them turned their fiery gazes toward me, their expressions a mix of desperation and accusation.

“Blair!” Christian thrust me forward, his voice a blend of anger and pleading. “Say something! Get her back here!”

I stood there, watching this absurd scene unfold before my eyes, silent and unmoving.

“You’re really going to drive her to her death, aren’t you?” Lysander shouted, frustration spilling over. “Just say something, damn it!”

I met their frantic eyes, my own calmness contrasting sharply with their panic. “You keep insisting that I find her presence unbearable. Do you have any proof of that?”

The moment those words escaped my lips, a heavy silence enveloped us.

“I’ve never once said that. This is the first time I’m hearing it from her,” I continued, my voice steady.

Carrie’s expression fell into a blank void, confusion clouding her features. She didn’t know how to respond, and as her tears cascaded down her face, the unthinkable happened—she turned and hurled herself off the cliff!

“Carrie!”

In a split second, all four of them lunged forward, their instincts kicking in just in time to grasp her wrist.

Together, they pulled her back to safety, and she collapsed into their arms, sobbing uncontrollably, the weight of despair crashing down around her.

“It’s okay now. You’re safe,” Christian murmured, enveloping her tightly in his embrace, his voice so soft and soothing it felt surreal. “We’re all here for you.”

The other three joined in, patting her back in a comforting rhythm. “Don’t be scared. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

But as Carrie buried herself deeper into Christian’s arms, the storm within her raged on. “No—let me go! Let me die! Blair… she doesn’t want me alive…!”

With a sudden surge of desperation, she lunged for the edge once more, and the four of them struggled to restrain her.

“Enough!” Zayden snapped, turning to me with a glare that could cut glass. “Look what you’ve done to her!”

Orion, ever the calm presence, wrapped an arm around Carrie’s trembling shoulders, his tone gentle and reassuring. “Don’t worry. As long as we’re here, no one can drive you away.”

I remained rooted in place, an observer to this chaotic scene, a cold smile creeping onto my lips.

I knew Carrie too well. This was her go-to maneuver—threatening to take her own life to elicit sympathy. And every single time… they fell for it.

“Beta,” Lysander commanded with icy authority, “tie Blair over the cliff to reflect on what she’s done. She wants proof? Let her think long and hard about where she went wrong.”

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