Rejected Luna Queen

Rowan’s POV

The encounter with Nolan just minutes ago still burned in my mind as I ran restlessly through the woods. The fresh morning air did little to cool the fire of jealousy that raged within me.

Each step felt heavier than the last, my frustration and confusion driving me to push harder, faster, as if trying to outrun my emotions, Nolan and Nesta. The mere thought of them together sent a sharp pang through my chest. I hated how they were getting closer, even if it was just through sex.

It shouldn’t matter to me; I had a mate now, and they were my past. Yet, every time I thought about them together, it felt like a fresh wound.

I jumped over a fallen log, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The trees blurred past me as I tried to lose myself in the run, but the image of Nolan and Nesta haunted me.

I never saw them around one another during the day; it was always at night. Like some secret affair that was hidden away, making it all the more painful and infuriating.

Why did it bother me so much? Why did the thought of them together eat away at me? I had Nora, who was supposed to be my mate, my future.

But the connection I once had with Nolan and Nesta was something different, something deeper, and seeing them together without me felt like a betrayal.

My legs began to ache, but I kept pushing, needing to release the pent–up energy and anger.

The woods had always been a place of solace for me, a place to clear my mind. But today, even the peaceful surroundings couldn’t quiet the storm inside.

I ran, memories of our time together resurfaced–how we had been a unit, a trio bound by a unique bond. Now, it was just Nolan and Nesta, and I was left on the outside, looking in. The jealousy gnawed at me, a relentless beast that wouldn’t let go.

I stopped abruptly, my chest heaving as I leaned against a tree, trying to catch my breath. The woods were silent around me, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my heart.

I shouldn’t feel this way. I don’t have any right to. I should be happy for them, or at the very least, indifferent. But the truth was, I was jealous, and I hated it.

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I needed to find a way to move past this, to accept that things had changed and that my place in their lives was different now. But it was easier said than done.

Pushing off the tree, I resumed my run, albeit at a slower pace. I needed this time to think, to figure out how to deal with the complex emotions that were tearing me apart.

As much as I hated to admit it. Nolan and Nesta’s relationship bothered me deeply, and I needed to find a way to come to terms with it, for my own sanity.

Returning to the palace, I barely had time to catch my breath before it was time for another meeting with the closer members of the cabinet.

I walked into the meeting room, my mind still swirling from the run and the thoughts that plagued me. The room was already buzzing with conversation, but I couldn’t focus on any of it.

I took my seat, trying to compose myself and push aside the turmoil inside me.

The meeting started promptly, but I couldn’t help but notice the empty seat where Nolan should have been. My eyes kept darting to the door, anticipation and anxiety building within me.

Just as we were getting into the details of the agenda, the door swing open, and Nolan rushed in, looking every inch the satisfied male. His hair was slightly tousled, and there was a distinct glow about him, a look of contentment and satiation.

My heart sank. What had happened? Did something happen with Nesta? The thought gnawed at me, jealousy flaring up again.

I tried to focus on the meeting, but my mind kept wandering back to Nolan and Nesta. Nolan took his seat across from me, his expression calm and composed, but I could see the lingering satisfaction in his eyes.

As the discussions continued, I stole glances at him, trying to decipher any hints or clues about what might have transpired. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more infuriating than the last.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Was it just another night of passion? Or had something more significant happened between them?

I forced myself to participate in the meeting, contributing when necessary and nodding along to the points being made. But it was difficult to concentrate when all I could think about was Nolan and Nesta.

The way he looked this morning, so satisfied and at ease, contrasted sharply with the tension and frustration I felt.

Eventually, the meeting began to wind down, and I couldn’t wait to get out of there. My mind was a mess of emotions, and I needed some time alone to process everything.

As the members of the cabinet started to disperse, I found myself lingering, watching Nolan. He was engaged in a quiet conversation with another member, his demeanour relaxed and confident.

I clenched my fists under the table, fighting the urge to confront him right then and there. But what would I say? What right did I have to question him about Nesta when I had my own mate, my own responsibilities?

With a heavy sigh, I stood up and made my way to the door, my mind still reeling,

Nolan’s satisfaction had only intensified my jealousy and frustration, and I knew I needed to find a way to deal with these feelings before they consumed me entirely.

But for now, all I could do was try to push the thoughts aside and focus on the tasks at hand, no matter how difficult it was.

I sat in my study, the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows, casting a warm light across the room.

My thoughts were a tangled mess, and I struggled to make sense of the emotions swirling within me. The encounter with Nolan and the jealousy it had stirred up left me restless and distracted.

The sound of the door opening drew me from my thoughts, and I looked up to see Nora walking in. She moved with her usual grace, her eyes locking onto mine as she approached.

There was a determined look on her face, and I could tell she had something on her mind. She sat down in the chair across from me, her posture elegant yet assertive.

“Hi, love, I greeted her, trying to keep my voice steady.

She smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Baby, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Inodded, sensing the seriousness in her tone. “Go ahead.”

She took a deep breath before speaking. “It’s about Nesta. I saw her in the dining room earlier.

I tensed at the mention of Nesta, my mind immediately conjuring images of her. “What about her?”

Nora hesitated for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. “She seemed… different. More at ease, perhaps. I know things have been complicated between all of us, but I can’t help but notice how she’s been acting lately.”

I studied Nora’s face, trying to gauge her emotions. “What are you getting at?”

“She looks happy, Rowan,” Nora said softly. “Happier than I’ve seen her in a long time. And I can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with Nolan.”

Her words struck a chord deep within me, and I felt a pang of jealousy flare up again. I tried to push it down, to focus on what she was saying.

“You think something’s going on between them?” I refuse to swallow though that’s what I want to do.

Nora nodded slowly. “It’s just a feeling I have. I know how close you three used to be, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s still something there, despite everything that’s happened.”

I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t know, Nora. Everything is so complicated right now.”

She reached across the desk, placing a hand on mine. “Rowan, whatever happens, we need to stay united. We can’t let personal feelings get in the way.

Her touch was comforting, but it also reminded me of the distance that had grown between us.

“You’re right,” I said, squeezing her hand gently. “We’ll get through this together.”

As she stood up to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Nora’s words had stirred up more questions than answers, and the jealousy I felt towards Nolan and Nesta gnawed at me.

But I knew I had to stay focused, to keep my emotions in check for the good of the kingdom. Once Nora had left, I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling.

The weight of the situation pressed down on me, and I struggled to find a way to navigate the tangled web of emotions and responsibilities that surrounded me.