Rejected Luna Queen

Nolan’s POV

I woke up sluggishly, my mind still reeling from the events of the previous day. and the turbulent night that followed. The sun had barely risen, casting a pale light through the curtains, but sleep had been elusive,

My thoughts had kept me awake, replaying the scene in Rowan’s study over and over again. Anger, confusion, and a strange, unwanted arousal had coursed through me, leaving me restless and weary

I knew I had to get up and face the day, even though I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t bear the thought of attending the cabinet meeting and seeing Rowan’s face.

The memory of him with Nesta was too fresh, too raw. And as much as I wanted to see Nesta, to hold her and reassure myself that she was still mine, I knew I couldn’t face her just yet.

Every cell in my body screamed for her, but I needed time to process, to think. To make sure I have the best chance with her. I can’t fuck this up. I can’t.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I slowly pushed myself out of bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion in every movement. To think I did nothing I wanted to do the night before which was to cuddle with Nesta. I have never cuddled.

My steps were heavy as I made my way to the bathroom, the cool tile floor a stark contrast to the anger that still clung to me. I hate that I’m still holding it over their heads.

I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to jolt myself into some semblance of wakefulness, but it did little to lift the fog from my mind.

In the closet, I chose a casual outfit, something comfortable yet presentable. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans, the denim soft and worn from years of use.

A plain white t–shirt followed, its fabric cool against my skin. Over it, I slipped into a grey hoodie, the material cosy and comforting, a shield against the world outside. I want to blend in with my surroundings.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to tame the mess, but ultimately deciding it didn’t matter. Today, appearances were the least of my concerns.

As I dressed, my thoughts kept drifting back to Nesta. I imagined her waking up, alone and possibly confused. My heart ached at the thought of her suffering, yet I felt a wave of guilt and anger.

She was my soulmate, not Rowan’s. The possessiveness I felt was overwhelming, a here need to claim her, to protect her from any harm. But how could I do that when I felt so conflicted, so unsure of my dien emotions?

I couldn’t stay in my room all day, but the plea of facing anyone was daunting. I needed a plan, something to focus on, to distract myself from the turmoil within. Maybe a walk around the grounds would help, the fresh air clearing my head. Or perhaps I could visit the stables, the familiar routine of tending to the horses a welcome distraction.

Anything to keep me from dwelling on the chaos that had become my life. Anything to keep me from going to confront my brother about what he did. cannot for the life of me think about fucking his mate. Why mine?

“Well, do you want the answer for that?” My wolf taunted me and I blocked him instantly. I’m not up for that this morning

With a sigh. I grabbed my phone and keys, slipping them into the pockets of my jeans. I took one last look in the mirror, my reflection pale and drawn, eyes shadowed with fatigue.

I looked every bit as exhausted as I felt. But there was no time to dwell on it. I had to keep moving, to find some way to make sense of the mess I was in.

Leaving my room, I walked slowly down the hallway, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The palace was quiet, the early morning stillness a stark contrast to the noise in my head.

Each step felt heavy, the weight of my responsibilities pressing down on me. But I had to keep going, to find a way to navigate through the chaos. For Nesta, for myself, and for the life we were supposed to build together.

As I walked down the quiet hallway, my mind drifted back to Nesta. The memories of last night were still raw, but another thought gnawed at me persistently–the baby she carried.

Luca’s baby. For the first time, the thought didn’t fill me with the same anger and resentment it once did. Instead, a strange sense of acceptance washed over me. Nesta’s pregnancy had been a bitter pill to swallow initially. The idea of her carrying another man’s child had felt like a betrayal, a reminder of the life she had after she left me and Rowan.

But now, something within me has shifted. The baby was a part of her, a part of the woman I loved, and that made it a part of me too. And I will love them both. I found myself willing to take on the responsibility, to love and protect this child as if it were my own. The realisation was both startling and comforting.

If Nesta wanted to stay with me, I would welcome the baby with open arms. I could be a father to the child, offer it the life and love it deserved.

The thought of holding a small, innocent life in my arms, of raising it with Nesta, brought a strange warmth to my chest. With the same blonde hair and green eyes as her own. I smile at the thought.

But with that warmth came a cold, creeping fear. What if Nesta was in love with Luca? What if she demanded I send her back to him?

The idea was unbearable. I couldn’t let her go. She was mine, and the thought of her leaving, taking the baby with her, was nightmare I couldn’t face.

I quickened my pace, the tension in my body growing with each step. I needed to see Nesta, to talk to her, to make sure she understood how much she meant to me. I needed her to know that I would do anything to keep her by my side, that I would fight for her and the baby. The thought of losing her, of being alone without her presence, was too much to bear.

No. I couldn’t let that happen. If it came to it, I would tie her here, do whatever it took to keep her from leaving.

Iknew it was irrational, maybe even desperate, but the thought of her leaving with Luca’s child, leaving me behind, was a pain I couldn’t endure.

The hallway seemed endless, my thoughts spiraling into darker corners of my mind. I pictured Nesta with Luca, the two of them sharing a bond over the child that wasn’t mine.

It twisted something deep inside me, a possessiveness I couldn’t shake. She was my soulmate, my mate, and the idea of her being with anyone else was an affront to everything I felt for her.

I had to trust that our bond was stronger, that despite everything, she would choose to stay with me. I had to believe that the love and connection we shared would be enough to keep her by my side.

The uncertainty was maddening, but I had to have faith in Moon Goddess.

Reaching the end of the hallway, I stopped for a moment, leaning against the wall. My breathing was heavy, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to calm down, to think clearly.

Nesta and the baby were my future, and I had to find a way to make it work, to keep them both safe and close.

Pushing off the wall, I continued down the corridor, determination fueling my steps. I would talk to Nesta, make her understand how much I needed her.

I would be there for her and the baby, no matter what. The thought of losing her was too much to bear, and I would do whatever it took to keep our family together.