Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 97: Heartbreaking Truth

**Theo’s POV**

“Tiana?” The Beta of Moonstone pack said as we entered the room. His eyes carried disbelief as he stared at her with so much familiarity.

I turned to her, furrowing my brows. My father, standing in front of me, looked equally stunned, his eyes darting between Tiana and the man who had just spoken her name.

Tiana froze for a bit, squeezing my hands tighter than she had been squeezing. She took a deep, steadying breath. Then, with a calmness that didn’t match the turmoil I knew she must have been feeling, she spoke.

“Father,” she said, her voice cold as ice.

I blinked, my head snapping toward the older man at the far end of the room. His face turned pale, but there was a hint of relief in his expression. I cocked my head for a bit, then glanced between her and Ealy Neville, for the first time noticing the striking resemblance between the two of them. They had the same facial features, only that Tiana's features appeared softer and more feminine-like.

Tiana’s gaze shifted, locking onto the man standing next to him— the heir to the Beta. “Brother,” she added, her tone sharp enough to cut glass. I could see the unveiled and unbridled anger clearly even though she was trying her best to hide it.

I felt my chest tighten as I stared at her, struggling to piece together the meaning behind her words. My father’s mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out as he, too, tried to comprehend what was unfolding before us.

“Tiana,” I murmured, stepping closer to her. “What’s going on?” It was a stupid question because it was very obvious but at the same time, it felt necessary to ask.

Before she could answer, the Alpha of the Moonstone pack stood on his feet.

“Tiana is the daughter of our Beta, Ealy Neville,” he announced, with a sigh. “She has been missing for eight months. This was not an expected coincidence."

"Clearly it wasn't," my father said in a low tone, still looking around. It was hard to tell what was going on in his mind. At first, he had a problem with Tiana becoming Luna since he did not know her origin. Now that he knew her origin, I didn't know what he was thinking. I looked at everyone's faces, my eyes meeting the Alpha heir of the Moonstone pack. He had a pained gaze as he stared at Tiana, and I could swear there were tears sitting in the corners of his eyes.

The room fell silent again, and I knew everyone in the room had unspoken questions. Layla has been too quiet, Amara has her mouth open and Peter just sat there, looking at everyone with a cool and unreadable gaze. Fiona on the other hand did not seem too surprised. I could only wonder if Tiana had ever told her or if she found out a long time ago and kept it to herself. Fiona did have a way of finding out things.

My gaze snapped back to Tiana, who stood as still as a statue beside me.

After a while, she said, “Missing?"

Her lips twitched into a bitter smile. “I was never missing,” she said, her voice low but firm. “I let you all know I was leaving—with no intentions of coming back. I included it in the letter I wrote. Ask Derek."

Gasps echoed around the room, and her father stepped forward, his expression anguished. “We were worried about you,” he said, his tone almost pleading. “Yes, you said you were leaving, but you literally disappeared. We searched for you for months, Tiana, but we couldn’t find you.”

She scoffed a hollow sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Worried?” she repeated, her eyes narrowing.

“Yes,” her father insisted, his voice cracking with emotion. “We—”

Tiana’s laughter cut through the air, sharp and mocking. It wasn’t the laugh I knew, the one that lit up her face. This was dark, bitter, and full of pain. It seemed as though the hatred she had ran deep.

“Worried?” she said again, her laughter fading into silence. “You were worried about me? That’s rich coming from you Father."

Her father looked at her, confused and hurt. “We were, Tiana. You’re my daughter. Of course, we cared.”

Tiana’s eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step forward, her voice rising. “Don’t you dare,” she spat, her tone venomous. “Don’t you dare stand there and tell me you cared about me? I never mattered ever since my mother died. I was nothing more than a nuisance to you all. So tell me, father, why were you worried now? Where was this concern when I needed it?”

The room was deathly silent as her words echoed off the walls.

“I was of royal blood,” she continued, her voice shaking with a mix of fury and heartbreak, “but I worked harder and dirtier than the maids. I was blamed for my mother’s death—for her death. And you know what? Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I deserve to be hated. But I didn’t deserve the way you treated me. I didn’t deserve to be thrown away like I was nothing.”

She stepped back, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to contain the emotions that were threatening to consume her.

“I left because I had to,” she said, her voice breaking. “I couldn’t stay in the pack any longer, knowing I was unwanted, knowing I was hated. Each one of you in the room pushes me to the point of being content with turning into a rogue. I was content with running mad! So don’t you dare tell me you were worried about me? You never cared before. Why start now?”

Her father’s face crumpled, but he said nothing. No one did.

I reached for her hand, but she pulled away, her gaze distant and unreadable.

I had questions, so many questions—but I knew now wasn’t the time. Not here, not in front of all these people.

“Tiana,” I said softly, but she didn’t look at me.