The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon (Celine and Bastian) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Tears begin streaming down her cheeks, and she doesn’t make the slightest attempt to wipe them away.

Her hands tremble in her lap, and her wolf continues throwing itself against the wall mine has built between us, refusing to accept that our bond is breaking before it has ever been claimed.

“I’m not an Alpha, Anne. I’m nothing more than a servant of the kingdom, and I’m giving you the chance to reject me now so the Moon Goddess can grant you a second chance with someone who truly wants to share his life with you.”

Anne shakes her head over and over as she takes a step back, unable to accept my words.

“I don’t want a second chance. My wolf and I want you.”

I hold her gaze without looking away for even a moment. I wish things had been different, but neither my wolf nor I are willing to share our lives with a woman like her.

“But we don’t. Do it, Anne. Reject me now, or I’ll have no choice but to do it myself.”

The pain tearing through my chest is impossible to describe. The Moon Goddess grants us a bond unlike any other with our fated mate. Through it, we share emotions, joy, fear, sorrow, love… even the things words are incapable of expressing. It’s impossible to lie to one another when your soul is completely laid bare. That’s why discovering the truth hurts so much.

As tears continue to stream down Anne’s face, I search for even the smallest spark of love for me, something that might make me question the decision I’ve made. But there is nothing. All I can feel is the desperation of someone watching the life she imagined for herself slip away. Her fear isn’t born from losing me, but from losing the place she dreamed of occupying, the status, the comforts, and the future she believed was guaranteed the moment she discovered our bond. I know she likes me. I also know that if I asked her to, she’d try to become the woman she claims she can be. But that doesn’t come from her heart. It comes from her ambition, and no life built on a lie can ever end well.

“I won’t… I don’t even know your last name.”

I nod slowly. A deep sadness settles in my chest as I realize that even the Moon Goddess can make mistakes. My entire life, I’d dreamed of the day I’d find my fated mate. I imagined a woman with whom I’d build a home, raise a family, and grow old together. I never imagined fate would place someone before me whom my own wolf would reject.

“Are you sure?”

Anne answers with a nod, crying so hard she can barely breathe.

Alaric Victorius of the Kingdom of Lemuria, reject you, Anne Miller of the Blood Moon Pack, as my fated mate and sever every bond between us. I ask that you accept my rejection.”

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