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For three years, I was the Luna of the Carlisle pack in name only, bound to an Alpha who treated me like inherited furniture while giving all his warmth to another woman. When my car was run off the road by rogues and I lay bleeding in a ditch with a shattered ankle, I called him for help. He coldly told me not to be dramatic and hung up because he had to pick up his favorite, Sloane, and her son. After that, his cruelty only escalated. He let Sloane use his sacred family heirloom to celebrate her birthday, eating the very cake he knew was my favorite. When my mother fell into a critical coma, he ordered her to be kicked out of the prime healing chamber just so Sloane's mother could have it. He even stole my family's sacred, ancestral architectural designs and handed them to Sloane on a silver platter to launch her new career. I had swallowed my pride when he flaunted his affection for her, and I bit my tongue when he left me to die. But how could he desecrate my bloodline's legacy and endanger my dying mother, dismissing my heritage as a mere pack asset to be bought off with a check? The pain that had been burning me alive finally turned into cold, hard resolve. I marched straight into his office, looked the powerful Alpha King dead in the eye, and spoke the ancient words he never thought I would dare to say. "I, Evelyn Crane, demand The Rejection."
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The Neglected Luna's Ultimate Rejection Chapter 1
EVELYN'S POV:
My vision refocused on the smell of gasoline and damp earth. Rain pounded against the cracked windshield of my Mercedes, the car tilted at a nauseating angle in the ditch. The world was a blurry green and gray, spinning around.
As I tried to move my leg, a sharp pain shot through it. I hissed and tasted blood on my tongue. My ankle was definitely broken. The bones felt like they were grinding against each other.
A few minutes ago, I was rear-ended by a car driven by loiterers who had been lurking around me. Now they're gone, and fear grips my mind.
My hands trembled as I pulled my phone from my handbag on the passenger side floor. The screen was cracked in a spiderweb pattern, but it lit up. Thankfully, there was still one bar of signal.
My finger slid to the top of my contact list, to the name that broke my heart just to see: Dorian. My partner. My leader (Alpha). For three years, he'd been my partner in name only. He'd never cared about me, never been attentive to me; there wasn't even a trace of love between us, and I was the only one constantly trying to make him see me.
The phone rang twice before his deep, impatient voice pierced through the static. "Evelyn. I'm busy."
There was no "hello," no warmth whatsoever. Just a statement of fact. Anything I did was a nuisance, an intrusion to him. Tears welled in my eyes, hot and shameful, mingling with the cold raindrops dripping from my hair. "Dorian, I was in a car accident. My car...it's total. I think I broke my leg." My voice was so weak I could barely hear myself.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. For just a second, a blank, fleeting second, my heart skipped a beat. I allowed myself to hold onto hope. I imagined his alpha instincts being triggered, his protective rage, and the anxieties befitting a partner.
Instead, I heard a woman's voice in the background, sweet and affected. "Dorian, darling, is everything alright? Leo is starting to throw a tantrum."
Sloane. Of course, it's Sloane.
Dorian's voice softened and deepened, a tone he had never used on me before. "It's nothing, sweetheart. Just a moment."
That casual term of endearment hit me like a punch to the gut. He returned to the phone, his voice hardening once more, each word dripping with impatience. "Where are you?"
I described the road, the old oak tree split by lightning, my voice hollow and weak. "It was the wanderers, Dorian. They forced me off the road."
"Don't exaggerate, Evelyn, that's childish," he scoffed. His dismissive tone was like a slap in the face, scattering the air from my lungs. "Send me your location. I'll have pack warriors come pick you up."
"Aren't you coming?" These words were forced out of my mouth as if torn apart, weak and wounded.
"No," he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I have to pick up Sloan and Leo. Her car is in the repair shop."
A mediocre excuse. A simple errand, yet more important than his partner lying bleeding in a ditch after a potential attack. The bond of companionship, once a warm tie to my soul, now felt like being doused with ice water. The pain in my legs was insignificant compared to the agony in my chest.
"I understand," I said. My voice suddenly became clear and cold. The tears stopped. That pitiful hope was extinguished, replaced by something new, hard yet fragile.
"Very well. Don't cause any trouble when they arrive," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then he hung up the phone.
I stared at the off screen, the silence in the car broken only by the incessant patter of rain. He didn't even ask if I was alright. A low, guttural sob escaped my lips, more like an animal than a human. My inner wolf, the creature he had ignored for three years, whimpered in my mind, sharing my pain.
My fingers clenched. The phone was my lifeline, but it no longer led to him. Not anymore. I scrolled down my contact list, past his name, to find the number I should have called first: Hanna.
She answered the phone after it rang only once. "Evie? What's wrong? I can sense your panic through the pack link!"
My resolve crumbled. I told her everything.
Hannah was silent for a moment, and I could almost feel her anger trembling through the phone. "That son of a bitch," she roared. A gamma warrior's voice, the very essence of a pack enforcer. "He left you there? For her?"
"He will send soldiers," I whispered.
"You are his mate! He actually entrusted your life to that pack of strange wolves! I'm only five minutes away from you. If those wanderers are still lurking around nearby, I'll tear them to shreds. Then," she added, her voice dangerously low, "I'll have a good talk with our leader."
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