Unwanted Luna’s Last Goodbye Novel – Liam and I had mated to each other for seven years, and we were finally about to seal the mate bond. I sat at my vanity, applying three layers of makeup just to cover my pale, haggard face. Footsteps echoed behind me, and in the mirror, my mother’s reflection appeared. “Nina.” My back stiffened for a moment.
I stood up and forced a smile that barely looked presentable. “Mom… you’re here.” But without warning, she pulled out a fruit knife and pressed it against her neck, pleading with me: “Could you let Clara be the one marked at the mating ceremony instead?” “The witch said her condition would get better once she received an Alpha’s mark.” “She’s been secretly in love with Liam for years. If she can seal the bond with him, she’ll finally recover.” Afraid I’d refuse, Mom pressed the blade deeper, drawing blood as she threatened me: “If you don’t agree, I’ll die right here.
That way, your mating ceremony won’t happen either.” I stared at her, stunned. “So whatever Clara needs, I’m just supposed to hand it over without question?” “My liver, my mating ceremony, my wedding dress, my ring… even my mate?” “Yes!” she snapped without hesitation. “If it weren’t for Alpha Jack, our family would’ve ended up on the streets—hunted like rogues.” “This is your debt to Clara.” I’d heard those same words over and over again—from the day my father died and she became the second Luna of Alpha Jack, my stepfather, and brought my brother and me into the Moonveil Pack. Because I owed Clara.
Ever since I was a child, I’d had to give her everything. My mother’s and brother’s affection. The toys and dresses I once loved. Even my dream of becoming a warrior—all taken away. Now, Liam was all I had left. Why should I give him up too? It took everything in me to find my voice: “What if I say no?” Mom froze, clearly not expecting me to refuse. Moments later, my brother Lucas kicked open the dressing room door. He stormed in, cold-faced, snatched the knife from Mom’s hand, and hit me hard across the face. “Nina, you ungrateful little wretch!” “Who gave you the right to talk to Mom like that?” “It’s just a mating ceremony.
Are you going to die without it?” Stunned by the blow, it took me a while to react. I looked up at Lucas and let out a bitter laugh. “And what if I said I really would die without it?” “What would you do then?” Mom’s voice turned sharp at once: “Don’t talk nonsense!” She couldn’t see the tears I was holding back as she scolded me without pause: “You’ve always been jealous of Clara since you were little. Now she’s sick and you’re trying to copy her too?” Lucas’s face filled with disappointment at my defiance: “Why are you being so unreasonable?” “Clara is our sister.
Wouldn’t it be better if she lived a healthy and happy life?” With a dark expression, he grabbed my arm roughly and shot Mom a look. “Do it. The ceremony’s about to begin.” My eyes burned as I stared at Lucas. My throat felt like it was being crushed by a boulder, making every breath painful. When we were kids, he had promised to protect me. He said he’d love me like Dad did—treat me like a princess, and never let anyone hurt me. But now, he looked at me like I was filth, like he wanted me dead.
Mom moved behind me and unzipped my wedding dress. I wrapped my arms around my thin, frail body and begged hoarsely: “Please… don’t do this.”