Rejected Luna Queen

Nolan’s POV

The darkness of sleep enveloped me and I found myself trapped in the clutches of a nightmare, my subconscious plagued by visions… of course, fucking Nesta

In the twisted landscape of my dreams, she loomed before me like a spectre from the past, her presence a haunting reminder of the pain and betrayal that had once consumed me. The pain of loss.

With each passing moment, the nightmare grew more vivid, more visceral, until I could feel the weight of her gaze bearing down upon me like a suffocating blanket. Those fucking icy blurryes

The echoes of our past echoed in the recesses of my mind, taunting me with memories I had long sought to bury. I shouldn’t be seeing her again!

And as I thrashed and twisted in the grip of the nightmare, my heart pounding with fury and despair, I awoke with a start, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Ragged wrathful gasps.

Anger boiled within me like a tempest unleashed, my veins pulsing with a primal rage that threatened to consume me whole. I feel hunted. A hunger getting hunted.

Swearing under my breath, I cursed the fucking universe for tormenting me with visions of Nesta, for dredging up the pain of our past and thrusting it into the forefront of my mind.

Hadn’t I rejected her, cast her aside like the discarded toy she is? Why then did she continue to haunt my dreams, to invade my thoughts when I should be the one haunting her?

With a frustrated growl. I buried my face in my hands, willing the anger and confusion to dissipate like smoke in the wind. Moon Goddess must be doing this to torment me for how I treated her after my father’s death.

But try as I might, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me, the sense that Nesta’s presence in dreams was a harbinger of something darker, something more sinister lurking on the horizon.

my

I lay there in the darkness, grappling with the turmoil raging within me, I vowed to confront whatever demons lay in wait, to banish them from my mind once and for all.

With something hot and wicked burning bright within me, I closed my eyes and drifted once more into the realm of sleep, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and conviction.

The remnants of the nightmare faded into the recesses of my mind, I was abruptly jolted into consciousness by an unwelcome sensation. Again.

Heat surged through my body, and to my utter disbelief, I realised that I was hard–painfully hard- from the nightmare that had left me seething with anger and frustration.

With a mixture of disbelief and indignation, I cursed under my breath, the absurdity of the situation not lost on me. a fucking trap! I know it.

. This

Here 1 was, grappling with the torment of a nightmare filled with memories of Nesta, the source of my deep–rooted hatred and resentment, only to find myself physically aroused by the very thought of her.

11 was ridiculous- utterly ridiculous- and yet, there was no denying the undeniable truth that lay before me.

My body, betraying me in the most humiliating of ways, seemed intent on mocking my pain and torment, twisting the knife of irony even further into my wounded psyche.

I lay there grappling with the absurdity of it all, a sense of frustration washed over me like a tidal wave.

How could I be aroused by spmeone I despised with every fibre of my being? It defied all logic, all reason, and yet there it was, an undeniable truth that I could not ignore.

With a heavy sigh, I forced myself to push aside the tumult of emotions raging within me, focusing instead on regaining control of my body and mind. For though the situation was undeniably absurd, I refused to let it define me or dictate the course of my actions.

I steel myself against the vagaries of my own desires, I closed my eyes and willed myself to find solace in the darkness of the night, knowing that the battle against my inner demons was far from over.

But with each passing moment, I felt a glimmer of hope stirring within me, a silent reminder that even in the face of adversity, I possessed the strength and resilience to overcome any obstacle that stood in my way.

I overcame my loss, I can do this tiny one too.

With a heavy sigh and a resigned shake of my head, I pushed aside the tumult of emotions swirling within me and focused on the task at hand.

Rising from the bed with determined resolve, I made my way to the bathroom, each step a deliberate effort to regain control over my body and mind.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I entered the bathroom, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window cast a gentle illumination over the tiled. floor, bathing the room in a soothing ambiance.

With practised ease, I took care of my business, my movements quick and efficient as I sought to put the absurdity of the situation behind me.

But even as I went through the motions, a lingering sense of unease gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, a reminder of the inner turmoil that still simmered beneath the surface.

It was a feeling I knew all too well, the weight of my own desires and frustrations pressing down upon me like a heavy

burden

With a final shake of my head to clear away the lingering thoughts, I washed my hands and splashed cool water on my face, hoping to wash away the remnants of the nightmare and the unwelcome arousal that had accompanied it.

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I made a silent vow to confront whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and resilience, knowing that I possessed the strength to overcome even the most absurd of obstacles.

Moon Goddess could fucking go to hell along with her torments,

I made my way out of the palace to the woods nodding at the guards standing by. Not everyone knows that we have been cured of our disabilities. Only the trusted servants until Rowan is ready.

With a swift and fluid motion, I shed my human form and embraced the primal essence of my true self. The beast that is Jurked within me. Karl.

In an instant, my body transformed into that of a large black wolf the fur on my back streaked with a tinge of white like moonlight dancing on the surface of a midnight lake.

With muscles rippling beneath my sleek coat, I bounded out of the confines of the pack house and into the dense embrace of the forest beyond.

The cool night air rushed past me like a caress, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth, a familiar melody that sang to the depths of my soul.

I raced through the undergrowth, my movements swift and sure, I revelled in the exhilaration of the hunt.

With each powerful stride, I left behind a blur of motion, a testament to the speed and agility that set me apart from the rest of my pack.

For I was

just a hunter – 1 was the fastest runner among us, a force to be reckoned with in the wilds of the forest. And as I streaked through the moonlit landscape, I felt a surge of pride swell within me, a primal joy that echoed in the depths of my being.

With senses sharpened to a razor’s edge, I navigated the twisting pathways of the forest with ease, my keen eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

And as I raced through the night, a silent predator on the prowl, I knew that no prey could hope to elude me, for I was the hunter, and the forest was mine to conquer

No other being could hunt me!