Return Of The Unwanted Luna (You Can’t Have Me)

Chapter One Elodie’s P.O.VA scream tore from my lips piercing through the graveyard, tears cascading down my cheeks as I sank to my knees, clutching the dead rose. Raindrops began to fall, mingling with the tears while soaking my clothes that clung to my skin perfectly. Lightning flashed intermittently, casting brief, stark shadows and my lips wobbled, muttering. “Zack…..my son”It has been two years since I lost my first child and still, I never moved on from his death. In a marriage that was filled with nothing but turmoil and ill-treatment, Zack was the only thing that made sense.In a silent plea, I stared up at the sky. “Moon goddess, please wake him up. Please…..” I muttered in a choked whisper. Slowly as the rain tapered off, it soon hit me that I was the only one in the graveyard. Today was his death anniversary yet no one visited him. Not even his grandparents who victimized the urgent need for an heir and most importantly, not even Darius, my husband honored his anniver

Chapter Three Elodie's P.O.VIt was now evident that not only was the moon goddess against me but the whole universe. In the span of a week, I was divorced and thrown out of the pack house and to worsen it, my father passed away in a coma. Everything fell apart for me!My brothers coveted everything that my father had, leaving me with nothing! This was just too much for me and I didn’t deserve half of the pain that I received. I lost everything. My marriage, my position, my inheritance, and most importantly my father. Wiping off my tears with the back of my hands, Doctor Patel flashed me a faint smile as he sat before me. “Elodie, I am sorry for your loss….” I hung my head low in despair and the tears that I had been trying so hard to hide cascaded down my cheeks like a free fall. “You said that he was going to get better, Dr Patel” My voice was barely above a whisper as I clutched my chest. Doctor Patel leaned forward with his forearms on the table. “Believe me Elodie, he was

Elodie’s P.O.VMy upper lips curled into a smug smile and while some stared at me in shock, others gaped at me in awe but most importantly, they kept staring at Marcel whom everyone thought was dead. I heard Susan gasp from where she sat and honestly, I didn't care because this was the beginning of their misery. I was just getting started. As soon as the auctioneer ruled the land in my name, I stood up, perching my sunglasses while Marcel rose and when he stood up, gasps and murmurs echoed through the entire place.Despite their shock, no one dared to say anything to him nor did they even attempt to lock eyes with him because, in the end, he was the Rogue King, the same person who had terrorized Darius’s pack. Turning to look at Marcel, the frown on his face vanished, replaced by a bright smile as he tucked the strand of hair that fell on my face behind my ear. Marcel said. “You did well, Elodie. I am proud of you”Amidst the palpable tension in the hall, their whispers and murmur

Darius’s P.O.VDifferent thoughts about Elodie and the triplets plagued my mind while I steepled my fingers, glancing back and forth between the pictures of the triplets and my childhood picture. The more I stared, the more my brows furrowed in confusion. Those kids looked like me! Was I delusional because Susan claimed that she didn’t see the resemblance but staring at the picture that was taken of them at the event, the only thing that I saw was myself whenever I stared into their eyes? I was confused and didn’t even know what to do. Could there be a high chance that they were mine? Was she pregnant before we divorced?As far as I could recollect, Elodie and I had sex once so it wasn’t possible. At that moment, the door swung open and Susan walked inside, dressed in a cream satin gown while her hair tumbled over her shoulders. The smile on her face faltered when her gaze fell on the pictures that were carefully arranged on the desk. Trying to hide the pictures, she exhaled sharp

Mae’s P.O.V“No!” Silver said, taking me aback totally and the smile on my face slowly vanished. The urge to slip my fingers through his hair, grab a fistful of it, and pull it off overwhelmed me but what could I do?Forcing out a smile, I asked. “Why?”He said blatantly. “Because you are not my mum”A smile crept at the corner of my lips at that moment even though I was burning in rage. Everything that Elodie had was supposed to be mine, the triplets, and most importantly, Marcel. Clearing my throat, I straightened, swiveling my gaze around the entire closet. “But it wouldn’t be that bad if you address me as your mum or do you still see me as a stranger”“You are my friend,” Silver responded, returning the jewelry. Now that I thought about it, if Marcel and Elodie claimed to be happily married, why did they stay in different rooms? If they loved each other as they claimed, then they should be in the same room. Darting my eyes back to Silver, I asked. “Do your parents fight?”He tu