To kill a demigod the rejected Luna

POV: Fedora

My chest burnt like fire with every breath I took, a reminder I would die if I didn't get to the castle in time.I ran down the dark forest path, gasping for air. The trees looked blurry because I was moving too fast.

Run faster, Fedora, please run faster, I begged myself.

Right then, my foot hit a big rock hidden in the dirt. I tripped and went flying forward, hitting the ground hard. The sharp stones cut right into my knees.

Warm blood started to trickle down my skin. I wanted to cry , but I bit my lip to stay quiet.

I scrambled around in the dirt with my shaking hands to grab the basket that had slipped away. I pulled it tight against my chest to protect what was inside.

One of my shoes had come off when I fell, but I did not stop. I stood up with one bare foot and kept going. The stinging on my bleeding knees did not matter at all. This dying pain was worse

Inside that basket was a single dragon fruit. It was Alpha Stefan's favorite food. It was a very rare fruit, and it took me hours to find it. I had walked around the whole market this evening, looking at every single stall until I finally found it.

I hoped this gift would make him happy so he would finally mark me as his mate tonight and make this terrible pain stop.

Finally, the huge doors of the castle appeared in the dark.

The guards standing at the entrance looked at me with wide eyes but didn't say a word

I rushed past them, my bare foot hitting the cold floor of the hallway with a loud slap.

Stefan! Stefan!

my mind kept screaming.

I kept going until I reached his bedroom. I pushed the heavy wood door with all the strength left in my body.

But my foot was slippery from sweat and blood. I lost my balance, slid, and landed hard on the floor inside his room.

I lifted my head, panting for air, and my whole heart stopped. The pain in my chest felt like nothing compared to the sharp ache that just hit my soul.

Stefan was lying on his large bed. But he was not alone.

Veronica was sitting right on top of him. Her back was bent as she pressed herself against him. Her fingers were tangled tight in his dark hair, pulling him down to kiss him hard. Stefan was not pushing her away at all. His large hands were wrapped tight around her waist, sliding under her thin dress

Three years ago, I ran away from my father. He was trying to force me to marry a man who was way too old for me

. He did not care about the dark curse on our family. Once the girls in my bloodline turned eighteen, the curse would start. Every single year, on the very first night of the third month, the fire in our blood would wake up. To survive the agony, we had to be marked by a strong wolf. We had to become a Thrall to the person who bit us.

I remembered sleeping on the cold streets, starving and alone for three days. Then, I met Stefan. He brought me to his beautiful mansion and listened to my story. I told him everything about my condition.

He looked at me with soft eyes and promised he would make me his Thrall to protect me from the world. He promised I would be his forever, and he said he would mark me whenever the pain came back.

Now, the man who made those beautiful promises was completely breaking my heart.