REJECTED BOND||J.JK✅Under Short Editing

Chapter 6

"I want to hold your hand, picking the blue flower"
   

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    Luna's POV

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I was tired of shedding these tears.
My chest ached from crying, and yet it kept pouring out of me. I barely even knew him—so why did every word he said cut this deep?

My mind felt empty, hollowed out. I didn't know how long I'd been sitting there on the cold floor—motionless, staring at nothing. Time didn't move. Only the pain did.

I stayed frozen in the exact spot he left me.
And no one came.
Maybe that was for the best.

I didn't want to see anyone. Right now, I needed silence; I needed space to breathe. Maybe they sensed it. Maybe they understood how broken I felt. For that, I was strangely grateful.

I had come so far...
Fought so hard.
My whole life had been a struggle—every breath, every day—but I kept moving. I kept surviving.

To find you.
Just you, Jungkook.

And now you reject me?

Then why do I live?
Why didn't I die the moment this spell—this curse—was put on me?

I ruined everything.
My own life.
And my poor brother's life.

Luca never cared about himself—only me. He was proud that I found my mate. He was excited for me.

And now... now he would be shattered because of the same thing.

The doorknob twisted.

My heart jerked painfully in my chest, beating too fast, too loud. His scent slid beneath the door before he even stepped inside, and my whole body tensed. Part of me wished I could disappear, melt into the walls, anything to avoid facing him again.

His words replayed in my head like a horror scene I couldn't shut off.

I didn't lift my gaze. I just stared at the empty space on the floor, bracing myself—mentally, physically—for whatever cruelty was about to follow.

But nothing came.

I hesitated.
Then curiosity won, and I looked up.

I regretted it instantly.

His glare... cold, sharp, and unforgiving... pierced straight through me. It felt like he wanted to tear my existence apart with a single look. My breath hitched.

For a moment, we just stared—his eyes, mine. A silent contest I never asked for.

I used that moment to study him, to imprint every detail.
Because who knew?
Maybe this would be the last time I'd ever see him this close.

And opportunities, they say, come only once.

His pale skin was flawless, almost unreal. His face—sharp, smooth, sculpted. A faint mark sat just under his eye, drawing attention to the dark brown orbs that held no warmth, no mercy.

The feeling he gave me...
It felt right.
Too right.
Yet painfully harsh, intimidating, overwhelming.

"Get out."
His voice was low, venomous. The snarl in his tone made me flinch before I could stop myself.

His presence stripped me bare.
I wasn't helpless—far from it. I was the daughter of a strong Alpha. But the curse drained me, weakened me, suppressed every ounce of power inside me. Using it could kill me.