The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 49

**Chapter 2**

Deep within the recesses of my heart, I was acutely aware of the undeniable truth that loomed over us like a dark cloud. The monsters lurking in the shadows of The Obedience Den were indeed guilty, but the true architect of our daughters’ suffering was none other than Blake himself.

It wasn’t some faceless beast that bore the blame for our agony.

No, the real murderer wore the guise of their own father.

Sierra stood rigid at my words, her body tensing as if bracing against a sudden chill. After a moment, she released a soft breath, a sound that seemed to fortify her resolve.

“Alright. I’ll talk to Grandpa,” she declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling around us.

As soon as her footsteps faded into the distance, the dam within me broke. I collapsed inward, my sobs erupting uncontrollably, each cry a jagged shard of pain and heartbreak that had been pent up for far too long. Years of sorrow poured forth, raw and unfiltered, as I mourned not just for my daughters, but for the life I had lost.

I had become a part of the White Moon Pack when I was merely eight years old.

That was the year I first crossed paths with Blake.

Our grandfathers had fought valiantly together in a bloody war that was better left unspoken—a conflict that had forged an unbreakable bond of loyalty and sacrifice. Miles, Blake’s grandfather, owed his very life to my own, a debt sealed in blood and battle.

But fate had dealt me a cruel hand. My parents had perished in a tragic accident shortly after my birth, leaving me in the care of my grandfather. When he, too, departed from this world when I was just eight, Miles welcomed me into his home without a moment’s hesitation.

For years, Miles and Sierra embraced me as family, treating me as a true member of their pack.

So, for seven long years, ever since the mate bond had intertwined Blake’s fate with mine, I had endured. I had weathered his coldness, his neglect, and his cruelty. I had stayed. I bore his pups, I managed the pack, and I endeavored to be the best Luna I could possibly be.

I convinced myself that even if Blake never found it in his heart to love me, my daughters were enough to fill that void. They illuminated my existence, giving it meaning and purpose.

But now…

Now, I felt utterly hollow.

Time seemed to stretch and blur as I waited, lost in my thoughts. Eventually, Sierra returned, her expression serious.

“Grandpa wants to see you,” she said, her tone carrying an air of urgency.

Miles was waiting for me in his study, settled into his favorite armchair by the window, a place where the light danced across his weathered face. His eyes, once sharp and commanding, softened as they met mine, revealing the concern etched deep within his soul.

“I heard everything from Sierra. You’ve endured far too much, my child,” he said, his voice a gentle balm against my frayed nerves.

There was a pause, thick with unspoken words. Then, quietly, he added, “After the funeral tomorrow… if you wish to leave, you may. That boy doesn’t deserve you. I refuse to let him squander any more of your precious life.”

I didn’t respond verbally. Instead, I bowed my head deeply, tears spilling from my eyes and falling onto the polished oak floor, each droplet a testament to my grief.

I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude—for the pack, for the home they had provided me for over two decades.

But the notion of forgiveness?

That felt utterly unattainable.

Not for Blake.

Not for the man who had robbed me of my daughters.

Upon returning to my room, I found Blake already there, leaning casually against the doorframe, a sneer curling his lips.

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