Rejected Luna Queen

Nestars POV

Later that evening, as I sat in my room reflecting on the day’s events, I heard a knock on the door. Before I could respond. Elara burst in, her eyes alight with excitement.

“Nesta, we’re going shopping she announced, her enthusiasm contagious. You need a break, and I think a little pampering is just what you need.”

1 hesitated for a moment, still feeling the weight of the day’s emotions, but her infectious energy quickly won me over. I don’t want to be alone alter all.

“Alright, let’s go, I agreed, standing up to get dressed.

I chose a simple dress, still loose on my frame, and slipped into comfortable shoes Elara grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the room, her excitement palpable.

We made our way to the nearest town, where Elara had planned an entire evening of indulgence. Our first stop was a salon. “Your hair needs some life,” she said with a grin, ushering me inside.

The salon was a haven of luxury, with the scent of fragrant shampoos and the sound of gentle music filling the air. I was seated in a plush chair, and before I knew it, a stylist was working magic on my hair.

They washed, cut, and styled it, transforming my dull locks into a cascade of vibrant blonde waves. My nails and toes were next, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the attention to detail and care they received

As the hours passed, I began to feed a transformation not just on the outside, but within. I felt pampered and cherished, something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

When the stylist finally finished, I stared at my reflection, hardly recognizing the glowing woman in the mirror. My skin seemed to radiate health, and my hair framed my face in soli, luscious waves

“I can’t believe it’s me.” I whispered, feeling a surge of confidence and happiness.

Elara beamed at ane, clearly pleased with the results “You look stunning, Nesta. Now, let’s get you some new clothes!”

We moved on to a nearby boutique, where Elara seemed to know exactly what I needed. She pulled clothes off the racks with practiced cast, handing me everything from casual outfits to elegant dresses.

“You’ll need these when your belly starts to grow, she said, holding up a few maternity outfits with a smile,

with each new outh.

I tried on everything she suggested, twirling in front of the mirrors and feeling a sense ofExclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

of joy wi

The boutique staff were incredibly helpful, offering their opinions and making sure everything fit perfectly. It was an experience I had never had before, and I felt like a princess being doted on by her loyal subjects.

Hours later, we finally left the boutique, my arms laden with bags of new clothes. Elara looked at me with satisfaction, clearly happy to have lifted my spirits

“Thank you. Elara,” I said, my voice filled with gratitude. “I needed this more than I realized”

She smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Anytime, Nesta. You deserve to feel good about yourself. And don’t forget, we’re all here for you.”

As we made our way back to the pack house, I couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of hope. The events of the day had been a whirlwind, but they had also reminded me of the kindness and support that surrounded me

On our way back to the pack house, Elara and 1 walked side by side, the shopping bags rustling with each step. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the twilight air was cool and refreshing

Flara seemed deep in thought, and I could sense she had something on her mind. I have never seen her this distracted. Looks like she wants to tell me something important.

“Nesta,” she began, her tone more serious than before. “There’s something I need to tell you about Lila.”

I glanced at her, curious. “What about her?”

Elara sighed her eyes focused on the path ahead. “Lila used to be Luca’s girlfriend. They were together for a while, but they broke up because they weren’t destined mates. It was hard for her to accept, and since then, she’s been bitter towards everyone, especially towards anyone she perceives as a threa

I frowned, trying to process this new information. “A threat! But why would she see me as a threat! I’m just trying to find my place here”

Elara gave me a sympathetic look. “Because you live in the pack house with Luca, she sees you as a potential rival. She’s insecure and hurt, and she lashes out at others to make herself feel better?

I shook my head, feeling a pang of disbelief. “But I’m too ugly for Luca. There’s no way she could think I’m a threat.”

Elara stopped walking and turned to face me, her expression stern. “Nesta, you need to stop saying that about yourself. You are not ugly. You are gorgeous. and you deserve to be treated with respect and kindness.

Her words took me by surprise, and I felt my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. I just.. I find it hard to believe, given everything I’ve been through.”

Elara’s gaze softened, and she placed a hand on my shoulder. “I know it’s hard especially after all you’ve been through. But you are strong, beautiful, and deserving of love and happiness. Don’t let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise.”

Her words sank deep into my heart, filling me with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I needed to hear that

She smiled, her usual cheerfulness returning “Anytime, Nests. Now, let’s get back and show off your new look. Everyone’s going to be amazed at how stunning you are.

As we continued our walk back to the pack house, I felt a renewed sense of confidence and determination. Elara’s support meant the world to me, and I was beginning to see myself through her eyes–strong, beautiful, and worthy of all the good things life had to offer.