The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon (Celine and Bastian) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

‘You… are nothing. I was never a Miller. To all of you, I was nothing more than an unpaid servant, someone you could dump your anger, your frustrations, and a cruelty that was never justified on.”

I don’t wait for an answer.

I don’t need one anymore.

I turn to take my mate’s hand again. Bastian naturally intertwines his fingers with mine and offers me a faint smile before leading me toward the exit. I walk beside him without looking back. Behind us, Magnus, Silas, Aymara, Thomas, and Jared leave the hall one after another. It doesn’t take long for the Royal Guards to surround Beatriz and Anne and escort them out of the castle. This time, there are no arguments, no threats, and no pleas capable of changing their fate./

As the doors of the Great Hall slowly close behind me, I realize I’m not just leaving two women behind.

I’m closing the final tie that bound me to a life that was never mine.

That chapter ends here.

I tear it out of my story forever, without regret and without looking back.

I never want to see another member of the Miller family for the rest of my life.

Alaric

From the moment I walked into the hall alongside the Thorns, my wolf has been fighting me for control of my body.

For a few seconds, there was only one instinct.

To walk over to Anne Miller, take her into my arms, and claim her as ours in front of everyone.

But all it took was hearing her speak.

All it took was watching the way she talked, the way she looked at everyone around her, and the contempt with which she spoke of those she considered beneath her for that instinct to disappear.

That was all it took.

Watching the way she spoke, the contempt with which she treated those she considered inferior, and the ease with which she lied.

My wolf heard her too.

He sensed the darkness hidden within her heart and gave up immediately.

No matter how beautiful she may be, she is not worthy of becoming our mate.

I haven’t looked at her for more than a second since I walked through the doors of the hall.

I’d already made my decision before coming here, and now that my wolf has stopped resisting, we both want exactly the same thing.

“Escort Mrs. Beatriz to the reception hall and make sure she waits there for her daughter. It won’t be long.”

Anne smiles.

She’s convinced that order means I want to speak with her in private.

She rises quickly and walks toward me, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. Her hands fidget nervously with the fabric of her dress while an unmistakable hope lights up her eyes.

Hello…” she says, her voice barely trembling.

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