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The Rejected Luna's Spectacular Comeback

The Rejected Luna's Spectacular Comeback

Author: Shadow Alasia
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1137    |    Released on: 06/07/2026

NOR'

white rose into

k dining table. Silverware gleamed under the chandelier, each fork and knife a soldier standing guard over a

ished wood, the screen lig

van's mother, the former L

hand against the spot, my breath catching for a secon

ed to

" My voice was a flat line,

mperious, sharp, and accustomed to immediate obedience

ge of the table. The wood dug

hat yo

ne wen

g the table. A wave of dizziness washed over me, the cavernous room seeming to tilt on

wood manor, the plush carpets swallowing the sound of my steps. I

cars that sat like sleeping beasts. I slid into the driver's seat, the worn

ination was already there in my recent history, a place

nyx L

r. It stood illuminated against the twilight sky, a fortress of power and wealth. And I was its pathetic, unlo

crisp uniforms hurried between Bentleys and Lamborghinis. My car

ope tried to stop me.

ress, my unremarkable car. I lifted my chi

or Bla

tly. The disdain vanished, replaced by a practiced, d

e scent of expensive whiskey and a dozen different perfumes. A jazz trio played softl

the room, and it

in the shadows. Donavan Blackwood - Alpha

arrogant power. A cigarette smoldered between his long fingers, an

of his deceased true love, Blaire Stone; s

ed far over the small table, her fingers holding a single, p

ched her, a faint, amused smile on his lips, letting her finge

sical sensation, a cold slush starting in my ches

ted wa

sound on the thick carpet, l

ond before it returned, wider this time, sweeter, and laced with

followed

was replaced by a look of pure, undiluted annoyance. His f

at was dry, and my voice came out as a rough

ut his cigarette in the crystal ashtray, the mot

an insult that made my cheeks burn. I could feel the eyes of th

meet his gaze. "I

tepping to Donavan's side and smoothing a non-existent wrinkle on his co

l niece. But her posture, her hand on his arm, w

e. His eyes were on Chri

ight. He walked past me without a glance, his shou

paused. She leaned in close, her perfume cloyi

ing to get him, Lu

" her voice a soft, venomous

atch up to him, her hand slipping into the crook of his arm. Just before

was small, contemptuous,

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