The Fallen Moon

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver glow mocking me as I stood alone on the balcony of my mansion. Illian Rholf's words echoed in my mind like a relentless drumbeat, each syllable driving the blade deeper into my heart.

"I'm sorry, Echo," he had said, his voice dripping with indifference. "But you're not the one for me."

The audacity of his rejection seared through me like a branding iron. Anger, betrayal, and heartache churned within me, fueling a fire that threatened to consume everything in its path.

But I refused to let him break me.

With a fierce determination burning in my chest, I stormed into my chambers, my footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. The weight of centuries of Luna lineage pressed down on me, urging me to embrace the power that coursed through my veins.

Closing my eyes, I called upon the spirits of my ancestors, their voices a whispering chorus in the darkness. "Rise, Echo," they urged. "Rise and claim what is rightfully yours."

Their words ignited a firestorm within me, a tempest of fury and resolve that threatened to tear me apart from the inside out. But I welcomed the chaos, for within it lay the promise of redemption.

Raising my hands to the heavens, I unleashed a primal scream of rage and anguish. The very air crackled with energy as my power surged forth, bending the fabric of reality to my will.

With a steely resolve, I focused my thoughts on Illian Rholf, the billionaire alpha who had dared to spurn me. His image flickered in my mind, igniting a flame of righteous anger that burned with an intensity I had never known.

"Illian Rholf," I whispered, my voice carrying on the wind like a harbinger of doom. "You will pay for what you have done."

In that moment, I knew what I had to do. I had to confront Illian, to face him and make him answer for his betrayal. And I would not rest until justice had been served.

For I, Echo dela Vega, would not be silenced. I would rise from the ashes of my despair, a fated Luna striking back with all the strength and vengeance of the moon itself.

The world would tremble at my feet, for I was no longer just a rejected lover.

I was a queen reclaiming her throne.