Chapter 8
At least, there wasn’t any record of it actually happening.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Landon finally regained control over his wolf. The veins in his neck popping out as he stiffened.
“We came up with a solution.”
My eyebrows shot up. The wolf in me pawed at the restraints I placed on her. She was itching to let loose, to challenge
Hestia over the right of my mate. She wouldn’t kill her. No matter what my wolf valued our blood relation, but that didn’t
mean she wouldn’t force her to submit. She projected images of pinning down Hestia in my mind and watching as she
showed her neck in submission. A feral growl of amusement resonated in my mind. I almost shuddered from her rage.
“Solution?”
I asked. Landon looked over to Hestia who held his gaze before giving him a brief nod.
“My wolf… he wants you as a mate. He won’t settle for anyone else.” He looked over to my parents grimly.
“But if we were to separate, the bond would weaken.”
I felt my jaw go slack. Is he seriously suggesting what I think he’s suggesting? I furrowed my brows together and looked
to my parents. Their eyes narrowed down at me as if daring me to object. They knew about this? They were fine with
Landon tossing me to the curb? They wanted to ship me away? To abandon me?
“This transfer won’t be permanent. It’ll only be until Hestia and I finish the completion of our bond. Once she’s marked
and officially titled Luna, you’ll be permitted back.”
I scoffed bitterly at his words. He sounded so dignified. Like he was doing me some big favor. My wolf howled inside me,
trying desperately to comfort my internal destruction. She nuzzled her head against the barrier, offering me as much
solace as she could muster.
“You’re kicking me out?”
I asked quietly. Father stepped forward, taking my arms in his large hands and tore my attention from Landon to him. He
looked at me with apathy. His lips pressed in a thin line.
“Selene, now is not the time to get emotional. This is bigger than you. You have no say in this.”
A flare of anger grew inside me at his words. I pulled from his grasp roughly, ignoring the sting from where his grip laid.
This would’ve counted as disrespect and was punishable by law, but I couldn’t care for that. Not when my father had the
audacity to tell me I had no say in my rejection.
“How could you?”
I looked at all the faces in the room. My gaze lingering on Landon a little longer than the rest. The overwhelming tension in the air had made an impact on Hestia. She couldn’t handle the growing hostility coming from both my father and Landon directed to no one but me. Any average wolf would succumb to show submission when higher ups would display their power. My mother was at the point of crumbling, but since she was the Beta’s mate, she had somewhat more of a
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resistance. Being an offspring from a Beta doesn’t always ensure power or the ability to handle power.
Only Alpha bloods were guaranteed that.
It didn’t matter whether it was a first born, second, third…
They’re ensured to have power. Maybe not as strong as the first born, but power above average wolves nonetheless. Mates were designed to be compatible with one another. If one of the pair had a title, their partner would be designed to suit them in both personality and strength. That would explain my deflection from their surging aura trying to bend me to their will. An Alpha’s Luna wouldn’t yield to anyone but their mate. Unluckily for them, I was hellbent on standing my
ground.
“It’ll only make it harder for you if you stay here.”
Father answered tightly. I could feel him staring at me but I didn’t look his way. I couldn’t bear to look at the man who so willingly tossed his daughter to the side for his other one. I guess I underestimated his favoritism. I could’ve expected anything but this.
“So, what? You’re just going to abandon me on some pack and call me back after you mark and mate each other? After
you announce her as your Luna? You’re sending me away so I won’t interfere?”
I knew my voice was rising but I couldn’t stop myself. My hysteria was letting loose and the encouraging growls from my
wolf wasn’t helping me in the slightest. I snapped my gaze to Hestia when she said my name,
“I know you’ve been waiting for a mate since forever but… I had him first.”
I could almost taste the bile in my throat. The underlying threat in her voice went unnoticed by everyone but me. The
worst part was that I couldn’t say anything back. She was right. She had him first. If word gets out that I was Landon’s
mate, everyone would see me as the other woman. I was the man stealer. Even with the bond between us everyone would undoubtedly look at me with revulsion.
I could easily say that they weren’t supposed to be with each other in the first place but what good would that do? They’d
simply skim over that and argue that the bond was replaceable. That even if the Moon Goddess paired us up, they were
already much too involved with one another. And somehow everyone would look at them like they were twenty first
century version of Romeo and Juliet. Up until my very own rejection, she was the heroine and I was the side character.
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