Rejected Luna Queen

Rowan’s POV

Stalking my brother and his mate–it was fucked up, I knew that. But the compulsion was irresistible, gnawing at me until I had no choice but to give in. Nesta was our mate, after all, My mark still adorned her neck, a silent testament to the bond we shared, even if I had never uttered the rejection. She was still mine too, right?

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I found myself drifting through the palace like a ghost, haunted by thoughts of Nesta and Nolan together. I couldn’t shake the image of them, the way they moved, the way they touched. It drove me nad.

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Eventually, she stopped asking, resigned to the fact that I was lost in my own torment.

It started with simple curiosity, an innocent need to know. But as the days passed, it morphed into something darker, something I couldn’t control,

I found myself lurking in the shadows, watching their every move. I knew their routines by heart.

Nesta’s gentle laughter echoed in my ears, a sweet melody that contrasted starkly with the jealousy that burned within me.

I watched as Nolan took care of her, his tenderness a sharp contrast to the fierce possessiveness I felt. Every touch, every glance they shared cut through me like a knife.

How could I feel this way about my brother? How could I be so consumed by jealousy and desire?

Nesta was my mate too. I reminded myself of this as I watched her from the shadows. The nights we spent together, the bond we forged–it was real.

But now, seeing her with Nolan, it felt like I was losing her all over again. The mark on her neck, my mark, was a constant reminder of what we once had, and what I still yearned for.

I began to follow them more closely, slipping through the palace corridors with a newfound stealth.

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I couldn’t tear my eres away as Nolan moved closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face

The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and I felt a sharp pang of jealousy stab through me

Why couldn’t I be the one standing beside her? Why did it have to be Nolan who shared these moments with her?

My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and pain. I wanted to burst into the room, to claim her as my own, but I knew it wasn’t that simple.

As I stood there, hidden in the shadows, I realised just how deep my obsession had become. I was a prisoner of my own desires, trapped in a cycle of longing and frustration

Nesta was my mate, but she was also Nolan’s, and the bond they shared was undeniable. I had to find a way to come to terms with this, to reconcile my feelings and find a path forward

But for now, I remained in the darkness, watching, waiting, and hoping that someday, somehow, I could find a way to make peace with the tangled web of emotions that bound us all together.

I woke up in the middle of the night, slumped over my desk in my office. Papers were scattered around me, evidence of my futile attempts to drown my thoughts in work

The faint light from the moon filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep. Enough was enough. I couldn’t keep going like this. The constant torment, the endless cycle of longing and jealousy–it had to stop. I needed to talk to Nolan. I needed to tell him everything.

Morning came all too quickly, the sun rising over the horizon as I prepared myself for the confrontation.

My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way to Nolan’s quarters. The palace felt eerily quiet, as if it, too, was holdi s breath in anticipation.

I found him in the library, engrossed in a book. He looked up as I entered, his expression shifting from surprise to something more guarded.

“Nolan, we need to talk,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He closed the book and set it aside, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What is it, Rowan?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I had to say. “I still have feelings for Nesta. Even after everything that’s happened, I can’t shake them. They’ve only grown stronger.”

Nolan’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed with anger. “How about your true mate, Nora?” he demanded, his voice cold.

I shook my head, frustration bubbling up inside me. “I don’t know about Nora, Nolan. I really don’t. But I do know that my feelings for Nesta have grown. She’s always on my mind. I can’t just ignore it.”

His face turned red with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. “You always want what I have, don’t you?” he spat. “It’s not enough that she chose me, is it? You have to come in and ruin everything.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. This was my brother, the one person I thought would understand. The pain of his accusation cut deep, deeper than I had expected.

“Nolan, it’s not like that,” I protested, my voice breaking. “I never wanted to come between you and Nesta. But these feelings… I can’t control them.”

“You’re selfish, Rowan,” he snapped, his eyes blazing with fury. “You think only of yourself. Do you know how much it hurts to see you pining after her, to know that you’re still trying to claim her as yours?”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I fought them back. “I’m not trying to take her away from you. I just… I needed to be honest about how I feel.”

Nolan shook his head, his expression hardening. “Stay away from Nesta. You don’t deserve her. Neither do I but go to your MATE.”

With that, he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving me standing there, stunned and heartbroken

The weight of his words pied down on me, and I sank into a nearby chair, burying my face in my hands.

The brother I had always looked up to, the one I had shared so much with, had turned against me. The realisation was almost too much to bear.

As the minutes ticked by, I replayed the conversation in my mind, each word cutting deeper than the last. The bond between Nolan and me, once unbreakable, now felt fractured beyond repair.

I had hoped for understanding, for some semblance of reconciliation, but all I had found was anger and rejection.

The palace around me seemed to echo with the silence of my despair. The burden of my feelings for Nesta, my conflicted emotions about Nora, and the rift with Nolan weighed heavily on my shoulders.

I had to find a way to move forward, to make sense of the tangled mess my life had become. But in that moment, all I could feel was the crushing pain of my brother’s betrayal.