Rejected Luna Queen

I walked down the hallway towards Nesta’s my mind chatted with a tangle of thoughts. The events of the past weeks had left me emotionally raw and physically restless.

I needed something, anything to anchor myelf. Lost in my with her. Ah she is always in the way one way or the other.

sings. I almost didn’t see my mother until I nearly colded

“Oh. Nolan!” she exclaimed, a delighted smile lighting up her face spoke to Nesta.

I stopped, my interest piqued. “Nesta” I repeated, my voice carrying a mix of curiosity and wariness.

“Yes,” she continued, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “She mentioned she wants an art room where she can guin

For a moment, I was taken aback. Nesta paints? This revelation was a surprise, a small but significant des about her that I hadn’t known. It made her seem more human more real.

I was still digesting this new piece of information when, without thinking, I blurted out “I could help her set up the room

close to mine.”

My mother’s eyes widened slightly, her smile softening into something more thoughtful and knowing I don’t like the ging in her eyes right now but I’m not going to let her get to me.

She studied my face for a moment, as if she could see right through my own exterior to the confusion and tarmel

underneath. Maybe she could. I mean, I know my mom has always been seay

“You should be her guest and do it,” she said gently, her voice carrying a note of encouragement and something else–bege perhaps?

I nodded, feeling a confusing mix of emotions. Setting up understand her better.

art room for Nest felt like a Way to Comext with her, to

It was a step towards mending the fragile, fractured relationship between us, even if I wasn’t sure where it would lead Why am I taking it? It’s not like I want her.

“Alright,” I said, my voice more resolute than I felt inside. Tll get started on in”

My mother’s eyes softened further, and she patted my arm affectionately. “Good” she said. “It’s a good thing you’re doing. Nolan.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I watched her walk away, her figure graceful and composed. For a moment, I felt a warmth in my chest, a flicker of the familial bond we shared.

Then I turned and continued down the hallway, each step bringing me closer to Nesta’s room and to the task I had taken upon myself.

I neared her room, I took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emocione inside me.

Helping Nesta with something she loved might be a small step, but it felt significant. It was a chance to build a connection beyond the complicated layers of our past and present. But why?

As I strode down the hallway, anger simmered beneath my skin. The tension in the air seemed almost palpable, a tangible reminder of the chaos and turmoil that had engulfed us all.

My footsteps echoed through the corridor, each step fueled by a restless energy that demanded release. Sometimes the mere thought of her made me see red. Why did I offer to help her?

Without bighering to kinek, I pushed open the down to Bestie’s son, barging in with all the grace of a storm.

She looked up from where she sat, het hand protectively resting on the mall bump of her belly. Why does she fucking do that all the time? Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed wrily as she took in my presence.

Nolan?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and guarded clition

I ignored her question, my frustration spilling over into arrogan, “You’ve been here long enough,” I began, my tone dripping with condescension. “It’s time you start being useful to his kingdom. To me

she watched me, her gaze steady but wary, as if she were uying decipher the motive behind my sudden intrusion.

“I have one job for you, I continued, my voice hardening. “You going to become my mistress for as long as you stay here”

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Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening slightly as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, So many emotions passed through her eyes and she was speechless for a time.

“What?” she whispered, incredulity and anger colouring her tong

“You heard me.” I said, taking a step closer, “Only you can make the hard, thanks to that fucking mating bond. So, you might as well make yourself useful.”

For a moment, she was silent, processing my words. Then, anger flashed across her face, “No,” she said firmly, standing her ground. “I won’t do it.”

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enched my fists, frustration and anger boiling over. “You dont have a choice,” I hissed. “If you don’t do this, I’ll make sure your baby and Lauca suffer for it. Do you understand?”

Her eyes blazed with fury and something else feat. “You would’t,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“Ty me.” I challenged, my voice low and menacing, “This isn’t request, Nesta. It’s an order.”

She stared at me, a mix of defiance and desperation in her gaze. The tension between us was thick, a palpable force that crackled in the air.

For a moment, it seemed like she might fight back, might refuse to give in to my demands. But then, her shoulders. slumped, and the fire in her eyes dimmed slightly. She fucking wants to protect her boyfriend and his baby.

FUCK

“Fine,” she said quietly, the word filled with resignation. “I’ll do it”

I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at her capitulation, but it was quickly overshadowed by a gnawing uncase.

What had I become, to threaten a woman and her unborn child for my own selfish desires? The thought lingered in the back of my mind, a clark cloud that refused to dissipate.

“Good,” I said, my voice devoid of any real emotion. “You start tonight.”

Without another word, I turned and left the room, the door closing behind me with a soft click. As I walked away, the weight. of my actions settled heavily on my shoulders, a burden that seemed to grow with each step I took.

But I pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the twisted satisfaction of having exerted my control over her. It was a hollow victory, one that left a bitter taste in my mouth.