Ch. The Rejected Luna’s Secret 33 The Rejected Luna’s Secret 33

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And then, sigh, there’s Selene. 

She’s got radiant bronze skin, chestnut eyes, and long hair she always keeps sleek and straight. 

She’s undeniably gorgeous-but she’s a walking flirt. 

Lately, she’s been shamelessly chasing the future Alpha of the neighboring pack. 

Since their school burned down, we’ve been sharing a campus with their pack, and Selene treats it like her own personal runway. 

We finally make our way downstairs. 

Sebastian’s dressed in slim-fit jeans, a V-neck tee, and the brand-new Jordans that just dropped. 

I’m layered up in my usual oversized hoodie and loose joggers, rocking my trusty Vapormax sneakers-even though it’s blazing hot outside in Arkansas. 

Selene, true to form, is dressed like she’s headed to a nightclub-miniskirt, skintight low-cut top, and five-inch red heels. 

Time to head to school. 

I’m not a fan, but at least it’s our last year, and I’ve kept a perfect GPA. 

“Mom, Dad, I don’t want to ride with Skyla. She’s so embarrassing,” Selene groaned. 

“Yes, you are riding with her,” Dad said firmly. “Your brother’s already gone and you’ve totaled three cars this year.” 

“STAY AWAY FROM ME AT SCHOOL, NERD!” she screeched at me as we walked out. 

Great. This is going to be a long day. 

But thank the Moon Goddess it’s Friday! 

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Chapter2 

Skyla’s POV 

We finally make it to school, though Selene didn’t stop complaining the entire ride. 

I pulled into my usual parking spot-one of the designated spaces for Alpha family members behind the wheel of my sleek black 2023 Dodge Durango SRT. Right beside me, Sebastian’s glossy black 2023 Jeep Grand Cherokee Trackhawk was already parked. 

Yeah, our parents are loaded. In the human world, Dad’s a wildly successful entrepreneur with 

more businesses than I can count. 

On the other side of Sebastian’s car sat a deep navy Tesla Model S, and the moment Selene squealed like she’d won the lottery, I knew exactly who it belonged to-Cassian Mercer, the future Alpha of 

the Bloodmoon Pack. 

I do my best to avoid Cassian. For some reason, he absolutely hates me. 

He leads the pack when it comes to name-calling and insults. It doesn’t help that our birthdays fall on the same day-tomorrow. His twin sister Alexia and I share the date too. Since our families are so close and Selene’s convinced Cassian is her mate, our dads decided to throw one massive birthday bash for all of us. 

Even though Cassian treats me like garbage, I won’t lie-he’s ridiculously good-looking. 

He stands about 6’8, just like Sebastian. 

He’s got these intense green eyes-yes, this smooth-skinned, bronze-toned man has emerald green eyes that could make you forget your name. 

His hair is always laid in tight waves, the kind you want to run your fingers through. And don’t get me started on those abs-always visible under those fitted tees he wears like a second skin. 

Wait. No. Snap out of it, Skyla. 

I hate him just as much as he hates me. Period. 

The moment I get to my locker, the usual chorus of insults begins. 

“Hey fatso, nerd, loser, ugly, four-eyes,” they snicker from down the hallway. 

They always wait until Sebastian isn’t around to start. 

Selene, her flock of mean-girl clones, and Cassian are always front and center in the cruelty parade. 

I never say a word. The unspoken rule around here? “Snitches get stitches.”