Alphas regret: Magnificent Return of the Rejected Luna
Rejected Luna 50

Chapter 50

For a moment, I couldn't move. Her eyes burned with hatred, and I knew she intended to kill me.

But just as she reached me, Branwen stepped in front of me. Lena's claws slashed across his arm, and blood splattered onto the floor. "Branwen!" I screamed, grabbing his uninjured arm as he stumbled.

"I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth, though his face was pale and his voice weak.

Guards swarmed Lena, forcing her to shift back into her human form. She struggled against them, her hair wild and her face flushed with fury.

ena!" I shouted, my voice trembling with both anger and guilt. "What were you thinking? You could have killed me!"

"You deserve it!" she spat, her eyes blazing. "You think you can control everything, but you're just a coward hiding behind your power!"

Her words struck a nerve, and my anger boiled over.

I stormed toward her and slapped her hard across the face. The sound echoed through the hall, and she stumbled back, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. "Lorelei," Silas said, stepping forward. "Calm down. She'll be dealt with."

But I wasn't calm. I was furious-not just at Lena, but at everything. At Silas for putting me in this position. At myself for letting Branwen get hurt.

Ignoring Silas, I grabbed Lena's arm and twisted it sharply, a cruel satisfaction washing over me as she screamed and crumpled to the floor.

The guards dragged her away as the guests whispered among themselves, their shock palpable.

The wedding was in chaos, and the Matriarch tried to regain control, but the mood was ruined. Silas walked over to me, his face dark with anger. "This was a disaster," he muttered.

I turned to him, my voice cold. "I don't care. Let's just finish this."

The ceremony was rushed to a quick conclusion, the sacred vows spoken with little fanfare,

I didn't care about the vows anyway. Silas had failed me once, and he didn't deserve my devotion. This wedding was nothing more than a step toward my true goal-revenge. After the ceremony, I stayed by Branwen's side as the medics treated his injury.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, guilt weighing heavily in my chest. "You got hurt because of me."

Branwen shook his head. "You didn't hurt me. I made the choice to protect you."

His words didn't make me feel any better.

Later, Silas's beta arrived to escort me to Silas's Alpha palace.

I climbed into the car, my emotions a storm of anger and guilt. The wedding was over, but the real battle was just beginning.

As the car drove through the dark forest, I stared out the window, my mind racing.

Silas might think he had won, but he had no idea what was coming. This marriage wasn't the end of my story. It was just the beginning of my revenge.

The sky had already darkened when Silas' Beta dropped me off at the Alpha Palace.

The soft glow of the chandelier in the grand hall cast long shadows on the walls.

I walked in, my heart still heavy with guilt and worry about Branwen's injury earlier in the day.

My heels echoed against the polished marble floor as I stepped inside.

Alpha's Regret: Magnificent Return of the Rejected Luna

Chapter 50

As soon as I entered, I saw Silas sitting at the dining table. A lavish spread of food covered the table, steaming roasts, fresh salads, and delicate desserts.

Silas sat at the head of the table, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. Despite the chaos of the day and the disaster at the wedding, his happiness, to have me by his side was unmistakable. "You're here," Silas said, standing up and pulling out a chair for me. "I've been waiting for you to eat together."

I forced a small smile, but my appetite was nonexistent. The image of Branwen's injured arm haunted me.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blood dripping from his wound.

"Thank you, Silas, but I'm not hungry," I said softly, avoiding his gaze. "It's been a long day. I think I'll go rest."

Silas frowned, his shoulders sagging a little, but he nodded. "Alright, Lorelei. Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

Turned and headed to my room, the weight of my plans pressing on my chest.

In the solitude of my room, I locked the door behind me and took a deep breath.

The moonlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the plush furnishings and the soft, inviting bed.

But I couldn't relax-not yet. I walked over to the small desk in the corner and opened my laptop.

From a hidden folder, I retrieved the photo I had prepared long ago, a photo of myself lying in a pool of blood, the image of pain and despair from three years ago.

It was taken after I had rejected Silas and nearly died from the unbearable agony. My hands trembled slightly as I stared at the picture.

This was part of my plan. Silas needed to remember what he had done to me. He needed to suffer the guilt of his past actions.

I scheduled the photo to be sent anonymously to Silas' phone in ten minutes. The sender would remain untraceable, just as I had planned.