Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 56: Reconciliation

**Tiana's POV**

The pain in my chest from that day never really left. It wasn’t a sharp pain, but it was always there. I barely ever thought about Derek but sometimes I'd feel a throbbing sensation whenever I remembered what brought me here and then I would remember him as well. I hated to admit it, but it still hurt that the mate bond we shared meant nothing to him. He rejected me for Selena, my step-sister.

I was supposed to be his mate. But I wasn’t enough for him. And I couldn’t stop that pain from creeping back, no matter how hard I tried to push it away.

I wasn’t sure why it hurt so much now. Maybe because the wound never really healed and then, with Theo in my mind, it all came back.

What if he did the same thing? What if, in the end, he rejected me like Derek had rejected me? It was possible, wasn’t it? Theo was not my mate, but he made it clear he wanted me to be. There was always that small part of me that hoped, that wished it was true and that the moon goddess would make him to be my second-chance mate.

But even if she granted that prayer, what if he rejected me? What if he saw me as an outsider who couldn't rule as his Luna? I wasn’t from this pack. I didn’t grow up with them. I wasn’t one of them. I was just accepted because of Theo.

What if I wasn’t good enough for him? I wasn’t an original member. I didn’t belong here in the way they did. I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider, no matter how much I wanted to fit in or how they made me feel.

Then I thought of Derek and Selena and there was a sudden fear which made me freeze for a second. What if Theo found his mate and rejected her the way Derek had rejected me? What if he later decided that even if we weren't mates he wanted to be with me because the person he discovered to be his mate was too weak or someone he did not see fit enough to be his Luna?

Then again, I could be the one he would later push away from him. It was almost the same situation, wasn’t it? He could have someone else out there, someone he was meant to be with, someone who could give him everything I couldn’t. Someone like Selena to Derek.

What if I wasn’t enough? What if he walked away just like Derek had?

I sighed, feeling the weight of it all press on me. I couldn’t think about it too much. It would only make it worse. I needed to focus on finishing up in here and getting back to the training grounds instead of wasting Peter's time.

I was adjusting the straps on my gear, but I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was too full of doubts, full of questions that I couldn’t answer. I didn’t even realize that someone had opened the door and stepped in until the person cleared her throat. "Tiana."

It was Fiona standing at the door.

I was surprised to see her. Why was she here? Fiona didn’t like me. We didn’t get along. She never showed any interest in talking to me in a friendly way, so what was she doing here? Perhaps she was going to try putting some tedious task on me.

She looked around for a moment before speaking. “ I came to train with you this morning and Peter said you’ve been in here for a while. I thought I’d check on you.”

I blinked. Fiona? Checking on me? That was strange. We weren’t exactly friends. In fact, I couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever bothered to talk to me unless it was to make things more difficult. So why now?

She looked at me for a moment, almost like she could see my confusion. “I know you probably think I’m just here to cause trouble,” she said with a shrug, “but that’s not why I’m here. And I am not lying about that."

I didn’t know what to say to that. It was strange hearing her say it so openly. I had always assumed she didn’t care much about me, that she had better things to do than worry about me except whenever she needed someone to taunt or bully. But now, standing in front of me, she looked... different.

We stood there for a moment in silence before Fiona glanced at my gear. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

“You didn’t adjust your straps properly,” she said, her tone flat but it wasn't disrespectful or meant to mock me. “You’ll regret that in training.”

I blinked. Was she serious? Fiona, of all people, was pointing out my gear without throwing shades on how useless I was. I hadn’t expected this.

She walked over to me without another word, and before I could even think of protesting, she was adjusting the straps on my gear. Her hands were quick and careful, moving with precision.

I didn’t say anything. Part of me was still unsure about what was happening. Was this real? Why was Fiona helping me?

When she finished, she stepped back, her face unreadable. “There. You’re good to go.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I nodded, unsure what to say. It was kind of her, in a way. But it felt awkward like I was still unsure where we stood.

“Thanks,” I finally muttered, still a little surprised.

Fiona gave a small nod, looking at me for a second before saying, “Come on. Let’s go back to the training ground.”

I agreed without thinking, following her out of the room.

"So you're moving to advanced weaponry," She smiled. "You're pretty fast."

"Well, Peter is a good coach," I shrugged.

"Are you nervous about what you're starting today?" She asked.

"Not sure," I shrugged with a sigh.

"You'll be fine," she smiled at me. "And you are lucky. You have two experts with you. Peter and I," She said with a wink.