The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 37

**Chapter 6**

**Skyla’s POV**

**The Night of the Shift**

The clock read 4 a.m., and I found myself wide awake, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind.

Eighteen. I could hardly wrap my head around it. The anticipation was palpable, even though the moment of transformation wouldn’t arrive until precisely 11:12 p.m. I could already feel the electric pull of my mate, a connection that would soon be undeniable.

What if—just what if—it turned out to be someone from my mother’s old pack? Someone who could whisk me away from this place, this town that felt more like a prison than a home.

I had meticulously planned everything to graduate early. Sure, I would miss my mom, my dad, Breck, and Alexia, but the rest of the self-absorbed jerks who populated this town? Not a chance.

With sleep evading me, I decided to venture down to the kitchen in search of a midnight snack. Oreos, my ultimate weakness, dipped in cold milk, were calling my name.

I slipped into my oversized hoodie and matching sweats, feeling the comforting fabric envelop me as I made my way downstairs. The house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt almost sacred in the early hours of the morning. But as soon as my foot landed on the bottom step, I was enveloped by an intoxicating scent that took my breath away.

It was a heady mix of musk and something familiar—Savage, my brother’s favorite cologne. But this scent was different, richer, more alluring.

I recalled a story my mother had once shared about how my father had initially rejected her, only to later seek her forgiveness, showering her with affection ever since. But this was different; I could never forgive Cassian. Not now, not ever. Even if he came crawling back—which I doubted he would, given his history with Selene.

Strangely, it didn’t hurt the way everyone had warned me it would. This wasn’t heartbreak; it was something far more intense—pure, unrelenting rage.

With a surge of defiance, I tore his hand away from my throat, locking my eyes with his, and declared, “Do you honestly think I would want to be mated to you? The guy who slept with my skanky sister? The one who has treated me like garbage from day one? I, Skyla Bellamy, accept your rejection!”

With that, I turned on my heel and ascended the stairs, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the stunned expression etched on his face.

In that moment, I completely forgot about my snack.