Rejected Luna Queen

Nolan’s POV

The conversation with Rowan from a few days ago lingered in my mind, replaying over and over like a broken record.

I couldn’t shake the image of him standing there, vulnerable and raw, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and torment as he spoke about Nesta,

He looked utterly miserable, torn apart by his feelings, and it was clear that this was consuming him.

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ng, resilient–qualities I admired in him. But seeing

him like that, admitting to his feelings for Nesta despite having Nora as his mate, made me question everything.

How could he still harbor such deep emotions for her? And more importantly, why did it affect me so profoundly?

Nesta was my soulmate. I wanted her for myself, desperately. Yet, she was also Rowan’s mate once, and there was a time when the three of us shared something extraordinary.

I loved it then, the balance and harmony we had found together. It felt right, natural. We complemented each other in ways that were rare and beautiful.

But now, things are different. I felt a possessiveness over Nesta that I couldn’t quite understand.

Why was I suddenly so possessive? Why did the thought of Rowan being with her fill me with such a fierce, almost primal, jealousy?

As I paced the length of my study, I tried to make sense of my emotions. The intensity of my feelings for Nesta had grown over time, blossoming into

something I couldn’t ignore.

Every time I saw her, touched her, my soul seemed to catch fire. She was the one I wanted to spend my life with, the one who completed me in ways I couldn’t even articulate.

But Rowan… he was part of that equation too. We had shared her once, and it had felt right. Why couldn’t I accept that anymore? What has changed?

I paused by the window, staring out at the moonlit gardens. Memories flooded back–those nights when the three of us were together, entwined in a dance of love and passion.

There was no jealousy then, no bitterness. We had found a unique equilibrium, one that brought us all joy.

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To really listen to him, to understand his pain, and to find a way to coexist in this complicated relationship. Nesta was worth it. Our bond as brothers was worth it

I turned away from the window, determination hardening within me. This wasn’t just about possession or jealousy; it was about love in all its messy beautiful forms. And I wasn’t going to let it tear us aparY

I drifted into a restless sleep, my mind unable to settle images of Nesta and Rowan swirled in my consciousness, pulling me into a vivid dream

In the dream, we were back in the early days, before the rejection, when

everything was simpler and the three of us were inseparable

The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, and the air was thick with the scent of arousal. Nesta lay between us, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, her eyes dark with desire.

Rowan and I moved in perfect harmony, our hands and lips exploring her with a familiarity that was both comforting and intensely erotic.

I could feel her soft skin beneath my fingertips, the way her body responded to every touch, every kiss.

Rowan’s hands were on her breasts, kneading them gently, while I trailed kisses down her stomach, eliciting soft moans from her lips.

We took our time, savoring each momen driving her wild with pleasure.

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Rowan kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling, as she writhed between us, lost in the sensations we were giving her.

Her hands gripped the sheets, her back arching as I continued my ministrations. Then, we switched. Rowan positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her slowly. I moved to her front, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

The way she moaned against my mouth, the feel of Rowan’s rhythm matched with mine, it was all so intense. Our bodies moved together in a dance of passion, the connection between us palpable.

I could feel every inch of her, every shudder and gasp, and it drove me wild. The way Rowan’s eyes locked with mine, a silent understanding passing between us, made the moment even more powerful.

We were united in our love for her, our desire to give her everything.

The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, Nesta’s cries filling the room as she climaxed, her body trembling with release.

Rowan and I followed soon after, our own releases shuddering through us, leaving us breathless and sated.

The dream was so real, so visceral, that I woke up with a start, my heart pounding and my body aching with arousal.

The vividness of it lingered, every touch and sound etched into my mind. I glanced down, my erection straining against the fabric of my pants, a reminder of just how deeply the dream had affected me.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair, trying to calm my racing heart. The intensity of the dream, the raw emotion and desire, it was overwhelming.

It brought back memories of a time when everything was perfect, when we were whole.

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And it left me with an ache that was more than physical, a yearning for something I feared might be lost forever,