HIS REJECTION, MY REVENGE

STELLA'S POV

"Luna..." My omega maid called out softly , knocking hesitantly on the door. She stood at the threshold , her head bowed , clutching a bottle of red wine with trembling hands.

"This... this is a gift from the Pack , for you and the Alpha's anniversary tomorrow ," she said , her voice shaking.

"Thank you ," I replied warmly , touched by the gesture. I reached out to take the bottle , but just as I did , her body quivered and she nearly dropped it. Her hands were shaking violently , eyes welling up with panic.

"I'm so sorry , Luna! I didn't mean to-" she stammered , on the verge of tears.

I stepped back slightly , concerned by her reaction. "It's okay ," I said gently , trying to soothe her nerves. "There's no need to be scared. This is a lovely gift."

She flinched , casting a quick, fearful glance in my direction before lowering her gaze again. The bottle trembled in her grasp.

Offering a calming smile , I took the wine from her hands. Wanting to ease her distress , I uncorked it, poured a glass, and downed it in a single gulp.

"You see? No need to be so tense. The wine's excellent. I really appreciate it ," I reassured her.

Her head bobbed quickly. "As long as you like it , Luna ," she murmured , stealing one last look at the empty glass before scurrying away.

I returned to my preparations for the banquet. Tomorrow marked three years since Tristan and I were wed. I was genuinely looking forward to it.

Ours wasn't a love match but a strategic union-our marriage was meant to form an alliance between our two Packs. Sadly , a misunderstanding on the night we got engaged seemed to sour Tristan's feelings toward me. Since then , he's remained distant , cold even. Still , he's always acted like a gentleman. He treats me with basic respect and sometimes shows surprising kindness. Those rare moments warm me... even as his indifference wounds me deeply.

I sighed, lifting my head-then paused. Something was wrong.

The room spun violently , and my limbs started to go numb. My body weakened rapidly , growing heavier with every breath. I gripped the edge of the table to keep myself upright. What was happening?

Footsteps echoed behind me. I turned , unsteady , and saw two unfamiliar werewolves approaching. Their eyes gleamed with malice , and the air around them thickened with danger.

Alice! I called to my wolf desperately , trying to summon her. Alice , please!

But there was no answer. Panic surged through me. My wolf had vanished from our bond.

That's when I knew. The wine. There had to be wolfsbane in it.

The omega wasn't just shy-she was terrified because she'd been forced to betray me.

I stumbled back , but the two werewolves lunged forward , grabbing me roughly and forcing me down onto the bed. They tore at my clothes , vile grins spreading across their faces as I writhed helplessly beneath them.

I screamed , thrashed-anything-but my body refused to move. My limbs wouldn't respond.

No!

I glared at them with everything I had , fury radiating through every fiber of my being. I wanted to shred them into pieces-but I couldn't lift a finger.

Then-"What the hell is going on here?!"

Tristan's voice came from the doorway. Relief flooded me.

I turned toward him with tears streaming down my cheeks , silently begging for his help.

But he didn't see me. Or rather , he saw something else entirely.

"What the fuck are you doing , Stella?" he growled , his eyes blazing. "You're actually sleeping with another wolf? In our bed? The night before our anniversary?"

No , Tristan! That's not what this is!

I screamed inside , but I couldn't speak. Couldn't move.

He didn't give me the chance to explain. His expression twisted into one of revulsion.

"I knew this was who you really were ," he muttered coldly. "I saw it the night we got engaged. Disgusting. I should've ended this alliance a long time ago."

No... please...

"I , Tristan Wesley of BloodyClaw Pack , hereby reject you , Stella Graymond of Red moon Pack."

His words struck like a blade.

"You are no longer my Luna ," he declared , his voice final. "You are no longer Luna of BloodyClaw Pack."

And just like that , he turned and left-without looking back once.

I stared at the door through blurred tears. My heart shattered.

When he was gone , the two werewolves seized me again. They dragged me through the Pack house and into the woods. No one stopped them. Not a soul intervened. The realization that no one cared... it broke something deep inside me.

Had I truly been such a failure as Luna?

They hauled me into a clearing and threw me to the ground like garbage.

Footsteps rustled nearby. I forced my eyes open-and saw her.

Charlotte.

My stepsister. The one who always schemed against me.

She laughed cruelly. "Look at you now , Stella. Lying there like a filthy rodent. Pathetic."

I couldn't reply. I could only glare.

She kicked me hard in the stomach , making me cry out in pain.

"I bet the wine tasted great ," she sneered. "It was made especially for you. You really are dumb , falling for the same trick again."

Again?

My eyes widened.

"Oh yes ," she said smugly , as if reading my mind. "It was me at the engagement party , too. I spiked your drink back then, just like today. Same trick. You never learn."

She crouched beside me and pressed a silver blade to my neck.

"Being misunderstood by your own mate... must feel awful. Oh wait , he's not your mate anymore."

Then , with a grin that chilled me , she began slicing into my skin-slowly , deliberately. Blood seeped from the wounds , staining the ground.

She leaned close , whispering , "Soon , he'll be mine. I'll make him love me. He'll never even remember you existed."

Despite the pain , I mustered a faint , bitter smile and mouthed, "Becoming Luna won't erase the fact that you're nothing but a lowly Omega. Just like your mother-Maddison , the scheming bitch who clawed her way up through filth."

Her expression twisted with rage.

"What did you say?!" she screeched.

She lost control. Her fury exploded.

The dagger plunged into me-again and again. My shoulder. My ribs. My throat. My chest.

She screamed insults , the blade tearing through skin and muscle.

I felt myself slipping , drowning in blood and agony. The world dimmed.

Yet even in that moment , one thought burned brighter than the pain.

If I live... I swear I'll make her pay.

But the pain swallowed me whole. My vision darkened. My body stopped responding. The world faded into silence.

And I let go.

STELLA'S POV

I stood in the forest , bathed in pale moonlight. A silvery mist drifted through the trees , cloaking the surroundings in a haunting beauty. In the center of the forest , something called to me. Compelled , I moved forward-only to glance down and see through myself.

Transparent. Hollow. Dead.

Yes , dead. Killed by my own damn stepsister.

Rage surged in my chest like wildfire. My fists clenched as the realization took hold. I didn't want to believe it , but I had to. I was no longer alive. The hatred burning inside me made my whole body tremble. My teeth ground together as I imagined tearing every one of those traitors apart.

I refused to accept that this was how I died.

Fueled by fury and vengeance , I reached the center of the forest-only to find a lake bathed in moonlight. Standing beside it was a woman , luminous and ethereal , her figure glowing beneath the sacred light.

The Moon Goddess.

I whispered her name , stunned. She turned to me with eyes full of gentle sorrow. She felt my pain. My fury.

With a wave of her hand , I felt my spirit drift-weightless , directionless-as my vision blurred and my consciousness spiraled.

When I awoke , I gasped and bolted upright , my heart pounding.

The room around me was familiar. Too familiar.

The hotel suite Tristan and I had shared on the night of our engagement.

I rushed to the mirror. My reflection stared back at me-eighteen again , in the same engagement dress , my face still touched with perfect makeup.

I had been reborn.

The Moon Goddess had granted me a second chance. A chance for vengeance.

This time , Charlotte wouldn't win.

"Stella!"

My wolf's voice broke into my thoughts.

"Stella , are you okay? I can finally reach you!"

"Alice!" I choked , relief flooding me. "I'm okay. It feels so good to hear your voice again."

"I'm sorry , Stella... I couldn't protect you. I should've been there."

"No , Alice. It's not your fault. It was Charlotte's poison-it severed our bond."

I could feel Alice's rage seethe through me.

"That vile bitch. I'll rip her to pieces."

"And I'll help you ," I vowed. "Charlotte , Maddison. Every single one of them will pay."

And they would. This time , I wouldn't be blindsided. I would drive them out of the Pack. I'd take back everything they stole.

But then my heart wavered.

The engagement...

I still loved Tristan. But his lack of trust in me had hurt worse than any betrayal. It shattered me deeper than his indifference ever could.

We were engaged in name only. A loveless contract. A fragile alliance.

He never loved me.

A voice whispered from inside me: Run. Cancel the engagement. Leave Tristan behind. Don't let your broken heart get in the way of your revenge.

Yes.

I would escape.

I had a mission now, and love had no place in it.

I opened the door to leave-but my legs buckled. Heat flooded my body , and my breath caught in my throat.

No. No, no, no.

I had drunk the champagne Charlotte gave me-laced with aphrodisiac. That's how she planned to destroy me last time. That's how Tristan misunderstood everything.

And it was happening again.

Panic surged. The trap was about to spring.

Two strangers would arrive soon to complete Charlotte's plan-frame me , humiliate me , and ruin my engagement.

But not this time.

I wrapped my arms around myself , drawing strength from Alice , and fled through the back door.

There-on the roadside-a car waited. Perfect.

I jumped in , breathing hard. No phone. No wallet. No purse.

I yanked the engagement ring from my finger and threw it at the driver.

"Drive ," I ordered , the heat pulsing through me like a curse.

The driver turned , and I froze.

"Where do you want to go , dear Stella Raymond?"

That voice.

Tristan.

Why him?

Of all the people...

I wanted to yell at him to stop the car. Let me out. But the fire inside me burned hotter with every breath.My skin tingled, my mind clouded, lust overtaking logic.

Damn that woman. Damn her poison.

I needed relief. Desperately.

Then a wicked thought crept in.

Why not Tristan?

If I had to sleep with someone... if Charlotte wanted a scandal...

Let it be him. Let her scream.

I leaned in , brushing my fingers down Tristan's cheek. His breath caught. His eyes widened.

He grabbed my wrist , hesitating. Saying something I couldn't make out through the haze in my head. The aphrodisiac dulled everything except desire.

My body moved on instinct.

I pressed against him. Kissed him. Pulled his hand under my skirt , shuddering at the contrast of his cool skin against my fevered body. My mind blurred with craving , and I trembled as I touched him , desperate to extinguish the flames inside me.

He resisted-at first.

But then he kissed me back. Hard.

His hands explored , pulling down the zipper of my dress , trailing over my skin.

And then-

He was inside me.

Every thrust cooled the fire and lit something deeper in me. A dangerous comfort. A broken kind of wholeness.

I clung to him , rocking with him , moaning into the silence of the night.

And just like that-it was over.

Morning.

Sunlight spilled through the window , harsh and bright.

I groaned , confused , disoriented. My body ached. My memory returned in flashes.

The car. The heat. The sex. Tristan.

I sat up , groaning. Tristan was outside the car now , facing away , talking on his phone.

Perfect.

I wasn't sticking around for whatever awkward mess this was about to become.

Charlotte would be at home waiting for news. And Tristan? He would follow me soon.

I smirked.

Couldn't wait to see the look on her face.

Straightening my dress , I climbed into the driver's seat , shoved the car into gear , and slammed the accelerator.

This time , I would strike first.

And no one-not even Tristan-was going to stop me.

TRISTAN'S POV

"Alpha, Alpha Tristan," My Beta contacted me through the link in my brain again.

He asked , "Are you still in the car? The ceremony will start soon , and there are many other Pack alphas who want to meet you at the hotel."

"Enough , John ," I interrupted him impatiently and replied through the link , "You know I hate these kinds of places."

"Yes , Alpha , I know ," he replied , "I'm very sorry, but you really can't delay any longer."

"Understood , I'm coming now."

Just as I sighed and was about to get back into the car to go to the banquet , my car door was suddenly opened , and a beautiful woman wearing a white dress hurriedly got into my car.

I looked at her in surprise because in that moment I realized that she was my fiancée, Stella Graymond. Last night , she had seemed very anxious and was panting heavily because of running. As soon as she got into the car , she casually threw the engagement ring she gave me at me and ordered me to drive.

I never expected that she would run out and prepare to leave the venue just before the ceremony began. It seemed like she didn't want to continue with this engagement ceremony.

Suddenly , I became very interested in what she would do next , so I asked her , "Where do you want to go , my dear Stella Graymond?"

She looked at me in shock, with an unprecedented expression of surprise. She probably didn't expect me to be the one in the car with her. I smiled at her and drove away from the banquet hall.

As she wished , I took her away from the banquet venue. On the way , she kept her head down. I saw that she was breathing heavily and trembling all over. She squinted her eyes , and her cheeks slowly turned red. She looked very uncomfortable.

I immediately stopped the car by the side of the road and asked , "Are you okay , Stella? You look very uncomfortable. Can I take you to the hospital?"

She didn't speak. I leaned toward her with concern , but she suddenly touched my face with her hand. Her eyes were full of passionate desire as she ran her hands over my body...even deliberately touching my cock!

I froze. I didn't understand what she wanted to do , the whole situation had seemed absurd. I pushed her hand back and asked angrily , "Do you know what you're doing , Stella?"

She still didn't speak and looked a bit dazed. I felt that something was wrong with her , and her body was too hot. I held her hand and opened the car window , hoping that the cold wind would sober her up.

"Stella ," I said , "Listen , you're not in the right state..."

But the next second , she suddenly gasped and kissed me on the lips , interrupting my words. I frowned and immediately turned my head to break the kiss.

"Snap out of it! Listen to me , Stella , I'll get out of the car , and you need to stay here and calm down."

I looked away and quickly unbuckled my seatbelt because Stella had already started lifting her own skirt and clearly wanted something more from me. But before I could open the car door , Stella had managed to straddle me , pulling me towards her and stuffing my hand into her skirt.

Her skin had felt like it was on fire and as much as I had been tempted , I couldn't just take her in this state. I immediately withdrew my hand and continued to try to get through to her.

"Stella , can you hear me?"

She didn't speak , just kept shaking her waist and rubbing against me. I grabbed her shoulders to control her movements.

"Stella , Stella!"

She still looked dazed, then suddenly hugged me tightly and buried her face in my shoulder. Then I heard her sobbing.

She cried softly and said to me , "I feel so uncomfortable , Tristan , please help me , it's too hot , I really feel uncomfortable..."

I stopped for a moment and then sighed as I hugged her. "Okay , Stella Graymond , as you wish , I'll help you."

I kissed her and touched her hot skin. Then I kissed her collarbone , followed by her shoulder. Stella suddenly bit my earlobe and breathed hot air into my ear.

"Hurry up , Tristan... fuck me..."

The sensation over my ear sent an erotic shiver down my spine , travelling all the way down to my cock and igniting a fire of my own. I quickly unzipped the zipper on her back and removed her skirt. My hands brushed over every inch of her smooth skin , making her tremble with excitement.

I pressed my nose against her shoulder and gently left my teeth marks on her beautiful skin. She moaned and hugged my neck , wrapping her legs tightly around my waist and rubbing against my cock that by that point , was throbbing almost painfully.

"Faster , Tristan... I want you to fuck me faster ," I quickly took off all her underwear and grabbed her full and round breasts , massaging and rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger as her hands trailed all over me.

She shivered with desire as she unbuttoned my shirt , her palm rubbing my muscles and gradually moving downwards. Then she unfastened my belt. I felt myself becoming as hot as she was , the desire in my body felt like it was about to explode.

I took off my pants and as quickly as I could , thrust my penis into her dripping pussy as hard as I could. I heard her let out a satisfied moan , and as her tight little walls gripped around my cock , I felt satisfied too.

Stella's body was tight and hot and it took everything in me not to moan loudly in time with her. I gasped lowly as I thrust hard and fast inside of her , following her demands that she screamed at me eagerly.

The feeling was indescribable and the exquisite sounds of pleasure that fell from her lips made my soul sing with happiness. I breathed heavily and kissed her fiercely.