Rejected Luna Queen

Nolant

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I stood in the shadows of the hallway, watching Rowan step out of Nesta’s room. The door closed. softly behind him, and he took a deep breath, his expression calm and collected.

My hands balled into fists at my sides, knuckles turning white as I fought to control the torrent of emotions swirling within me. I don’t know why I feel betrayed seeing him coming out from there.

How could he walk away from her so composed? Every time I thought about Nesta, a storm of feelings raged within me.

Anger, hatred, desire, and something else I couldn’t quite name–something that gnawed at my insides and kept me on edge. Rowan, on the other hand, seemed unaffected, his demeanour as steady as ever.

He glanced down the hallway, his eyes briefly meeting mine. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something–perhaps concern or determination–but it was gone before I could fully grasp it.

He gave me a nod, acknowledging my presence, and walked away without a word. Always composed and I am hating him for that.

I turned my gaze to Nesta’s door, the urge to burst in and confront her overwhelming. The thought of her, the very sight of her, stirred such conflicting emotions within me.

I hated her for what she represented, for the chaos she brought into my life. Yet, despite my efforts, I couldn’t deny the desire that simmered beneath the surface, the pull that drew me to her.

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Why did she have this power over me? Why did her presence ignite such a potent mix of feelings? I couldn’t find the answers, and it frustrated me to no end.

I stood there, seething in the dimly lit hallway, I realised I needed to confront these emotions. Ignoring them or trying to bury them wouldn’t work.

Nesta was back, and whether I liked it or not, she was a part of my life now. I had to find a way to deal with the turmoil she caused within me, or it would tear me apart.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to relax, unclenching my fists. There was no point in losing control now. I needed to stay focused, to figure out my next move.

Whatever that was, it had to ensure that Nesta and the chaos she brought didn’t consume me entirely. With one last glance at her door, I turned and walked away, determined to find a way to master–the–storm within me.

I stormed through the palace corridors, my mind a whirlwind of meeti

revelation as a healer had thrown everything into disarray. How had my mother known?

It wasn’t something that could be easily discerned. She must have known long before Nesta’s healing powers had saved Rowan and me. I needed answers, and there was only one person who could provide them.

I reached my mother’s chamber, the heavy wooden door looming before me. I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself, then pushed it open without knocking.

She was seated by the window, a book in her hands, but she looked up immediately, sensing my agitation.

“Mother,” I said, my voice barely restrained. “We need to talk.”

She closed the book and set it aside, her expression calm and composed, as always. “What is it, Nolan?

I crossed the room in a few strides, standing before her. “How did you know about Nesta being a healer?” Idemanded. “This isn’t something you just figured out after she healed Rowan and me. You knew earlier, didn’t you?”

She sighed, a hint of weariness in her eyes. “Sit down. Nolan. Let’s discuss this calmly.”

“I don’t want to sit,” I snapped. “I want answers.”

She studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Very well. You’re right. I did know earlier.”

My heart pounded in my chest. “How?”

She rose from her chair, moving to the window and gazing out at the gardens below.

“Nesta’s lineage is not ordinary. She is a descendant of the Faes, as you know. Their bloodline is ancient and powerful, and certain traits, such as healing, manifest in some of their descendants.”

I clenched my fists at my sides. “But how did you know?”

She turned to face me, her eyes steady. “I had my suspicions when I first met Nesta. There was something about her–an aura, if you will–that suggested she was different. But it was confirmed when she first healed Rowan. The power she wielded was unmistakable.”

“You suspected?” I echoed, disbelief colouring my tone. “You suspected and didn’t tell us?”

She took a step closer, her gaze unwavering. “Nolan, sometimes there are things better left unsaid until the right moment. Nesta’s abilities were not something to be revealed lightly. And frankly, I was not entirely certain until she performed that healing.”

Anger surged through me. “So you decided to keep it to yourself? Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? What have we been through?”

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I did what I thought was best she said quietly. “Inging Festa back was not just about her powers. It was alom s naming the safety and stability of our ock. The rogue attacks they’ve been intensfying because of our actions, our rejection of her. The pack needs her, Nolan. We need her.”

I turned away, pacing the length of the room, trying to process her words. “And what about what I need! Her people killeit father!” I muttered, more to myself than to her.

“Nolan,” she said antly, “I understand your feelings But sometimes, the needs of the many must outweigh the needs of the few. Nesta’s role here is crucial, whether we like it or not”

I stopped, my back to her, staring at the ornate patterns on the wall.

“This isn’t over,” I said finally, my voice low. “I still have questions, and I will get my answers

“Of course,” she replied gently, “1ut for now, focus on what we need to do to ensure the safety of our pack. We can’t afford to let personal grievances cloud our judgement”

I nodded stillly, feeling the weight of her words but still seething with unresolved anger. Without another word, I left her chamber, my mind a storm of thoughts and emotions.

Inceded to confront Nesta, to understand her place in all this, and to figure out where we stood. But most of all, I needed to find a way to navigate this treacherous path my mother had set us on.

1 paced the corridors of the palace, I couldn’t shake the feeling of Nesta’s presence. She was here, somewhere within these walls, and yet it felt like she was nowhere at all.

Her essence seemed to permeate every corner, every shadow, but she remained elusive, just out of reach.

Days had passed since I last saw her, and the urge to visit her grew

I found myself lingering outside her chamber, my hand hover “ger with each passing hour.

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near the door, but I always pulled

There was a war within me, a struggle between the desire to see her and the burning hatred that had taken root in my heart.

I hated her. I hated the way she made me feel, the way she disrupted my thoughts, and the chaos she brought into my life.

She was the embodiment of everything, I loathed, a constant reminder of the rejection and pain I had endured. And yet, despite all that, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It was infuriating

Telenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing. Visiting her would only open old wounds and create new ones. It was best to keep my distance, to maintain the facade of indifference. Nesta was a complication I didn’t need, a distraction I couldn’t afford.

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But the more I tried to convince myself, the more I realized how deeply she had embedded herself into my psyche. Her image haunted me, her scent lingered in my mind, and her voice echoed in my ears. It was maddening.

“No,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “I won’t give her the satisfaction. I won’t let her see how much she affects me.”

I turned away from her chamber, determined to put as much distance between us as possible. I needed to focus on my duties, on the responsibilities that came with being a prince. Nesta was nothing more than a thorn in my side, a painful reminder of a past I wanted to forget.

And yet, as I walked away, I couldn’t help but glance back, a part of me still yearning to see her, to confront her, to understand why she had such a hold on me. But I knew it was futile.

I shoved m

hands into my pockets and quickened my pace, forcing my thoughts away from Nesta. I had a kingdom to protect, a pack to lead, and I couldn’t afford to be distracted by a woman who had only brought me pain.

Still, the nagging feeling of her presence persisted, a constant reminder that she was here, somewhere, waiting.

And no matter how much I tried to deny it, a part of me couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to see her again, to face the woman who had turned my world upside down.

But I wouldn’t allow myself that weakness. I couldn’t. So I steeled my resolve, pushing thoughts of Nesta to the back of my mind, and focused on the tasks at hand. There was no room for her in my life, no place for her in my heart.

Or so I kept telling myself.