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His Rejected Luna's Vengeance

During my hundredth hospital stay, I stumbled upon the comments section online. It was then I understood my role—forever the frail Omega marked for an early exit while my mate, Kasen Ruiz, Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, played the hero. As I lay unconscious in a hospital bed, Kasen was busy being the knight in shining armor for the insecure Delta warrior, Juliet Payne, whom he supported financially. Even when I was rushed to the ICU for emergency care, he still had a condom in his pocket, ready for a rendezvous with her. The comment section was a chorus, wishing me gone, eager to see Kasen unshackled. Eventually, I granted their wish—I left Kasen’s world one autumn. But Kasen lost his mind, forever stuck in that autumn. When Kasen burst into the hospital room, his hair humorously tangled with colorful birthday streamers, he remained oblivious to them. Anxiously, he urged the nurse to remove the needle gently. As soon as the needle left my skin, he wasted no time switching spots with the nurse, tenderly pressing the needle mark himself, his head bowed in guilt.
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Chapter 4

I remained silent, fixated on their intertwined fingers. A wave of nausea swept over me.

The hospital room was cloaked in an unsettling silence. Suddenly, the phone rang sharply. It was Kasen Ruiz’s phone. As soon as he answered, my father’s voice, filled with fury, boomed through the room.

Unlike the gentle and cautious way he usually spoke to me, my father, Mustafa Sullivan, the Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack, was a seasoned and commanding leader. His tone was sharp, laced with the unmistakable authority of an Alpha, the kind that made even the strongest wolves bow their heads.

“Beta Kasen,” he began, his voice low and dangerous, “I entrusted my daughter to you, not for her to be neglected.”

The air grew heavier, the weight of my father’s aura pressing down on the room. Kasen stiffened, his grip on Juliet’s hand tightening.

“You accepted the resources I provided, so you must fulfill your responsibilities. If I hear again that my daughter ended up in the hospital alone…” His voice trailed off, the threat hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

“Don’t expect me to be so accommodating.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Even Juliet, a Delta warrior with her own strong aura, seemed to shrink under the intensity of my father’s words.

My father had always been a protector, offering Kasen lucrative projects and opportunities within the pack to secure my future. He had insisted that Kasen treat me well, but now, it seemed, those words had fallen on deaf ears.

Comments scrolled across the screen of my phone, each one a tiny dagger to my already fragile heart.

[Why so high and mighty? Isn’t the supporting character supposed to help the protagonist?]

[Thinking money could secure the protagonist’s future is just wishful thinking.]

[Once the protagonist reaches the top of the pack hierarchy, the supporting character’s family will be left in the dust!]

I clenched my fists, the bitterness rising in my throat. My father, the Alpha, had done everything to ensure Kasen’s loyalty, yet here we were. Kasen, the Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, had once vowed to protect me, to stand by my side as my mate. But now, his words from moments ago kept ringing in my ears. He was weary.

I could still hear the way he had said it, the weariness in his voice as he stood there, Juliet by his side. My wolf stirred weakly in the back of my mind, a soft whimper of pain echoing my own.

I looked at Kasen, his broad frame towering over me, his dark eyes avoiding mine. He had once been my strength, my protector. But now, he felt like a stranger, his loyalty divided, his promises broken.

The room felt colder, the weight of my father’s words still lingering. I knew what was coming, what had to come. But for now, I remained silent, the storm of emotions raging within me, waiting to break.

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