Rejected Luna: Rise of the Moon Sovereign

Akira's POV“Stand still for once, Akira. If you move again, I swear by the Moon, I won't hold back from sedating you.”I let out a hearty and breathy laugh. “You talk as if you don't know you already tightened the clasps three times, much harder than they should, Elder Mira. If I inhale too deeply, I’ll definitely pass out, and that would be right before my own Awakening.”“That would be really unfortunate,” she muttered, her fingers still glued at my back, magically working at the silver threads of my ceremonial gown. “A Luna seen fainting on the night of her most cherished day, which is her Ascension would be… so symbolic. And this time, not in a good way.”I calmly met my reflection in the well polished obsidian mirror. The girl staring back at me doesn't look troubled, but calm. Poised, and of course, Luna-perfect.But somehow, right inside, my chest felt hollow.“Do you feel it yet?” Mira asked quietly, reviving our conversation. “The stirring?”I hesitated for a few seconds. Th

Akira's POV “Get up.”The voice wasn’t gentle, nothing has been gentle lately.I blinked as I flung my eyes open, stone pressed cold into my cheek. My body felt wrong...now lighter somehow, like something essential had been carved out of me.“Get. Up.”I lifted my head and immediately found Maelis standing over me. She was still dressed in white, in the ceremonial white. She was too perfect, untouched like a queen, untorn unlike me. “You shouldn’t be here,” I croaked, my voice failing me. “Go stand beside your Alpha.”She flinched...or rather, she pretended to. “Akira… don’t make this harder than it already is.”I laughed, a broken sound that scraped my throat. “Harder? You’re wearing Luna white on the night I was rejected.”Her eyes roamed around the courtyard, where the last of the pack still gathered, pretending not to stare. “Lower your voice.”“Why?” I demanded. “So they don’t hear what you did?”“I didn’t do anything,” she said quickly, too quickly for someone not guilty. “Thi

Akira's POV“Hey, don’t die ooo.” The voice was rough, amused, and entirely unconcerned with my comfort.I groaned as I wondered who could be. “That’s… a terrible way of greeting someone”Then a low chuckle, which kind of amused me. “Good. That means you’re still alive.”Light found its way to my eyelids. Neon, very harsh and unforgiving. I turned my head and hissed as pain flared behind my eyes.“Easy,” the voice said. “You passed out so hard.”“Where am I?” I croaked, my voice unrecognizably. “Blackveil City.” The words landed on my ears heavily.I forced my eyes open immediately. Concrete walls were around me, the ones I can't remember entering. “This isn’t Crimson Moon land,” I whispered quietly.“No,” the man said. “And if you’ve got any sense left, you won’t dare say that name too loudly around here.”I tried to sit up on hearing that, but pain had its way in exploding through my ribs. “Ah,” he said. “There it is.”I clenched my teeth in agony. “Who are you exactly?”“Kade,”

Akira's POV “That's where your training starts,” he said, as he gazed at me for some time.I flinched.“Training?”The words sounded different in my mouth, like something far away. Something for other people, not me. Not after everything that has happened, not after everything I have seen. “Which Training-” “Or training for what exactly. ” My voice came out small again, barely above a whisper. I hated when it sounded like that. Ronan didn't answer me immediately, he just looked at me, as if he's measuring something. Maybe measuring if I am ready to learn the truth, or I would faint hearing it. The truth be told, some part of me doesn't want to hear the truth. Kade snuffed from the corner. “Trying not to die obviously” he leaned on a rusty table. His arms were still crossed. “You think that the little heat in your chest is just pain or a joke to you?” He paused“It's going to burst in your chest if you don't learn how to hold it. I touched my chest carefully, I could still fe

Akira's POV “Ohh, ooh,” Kade groaned as he stepped inside, his arms full of bags, his breathing hard, breathing very hard and fast like he had run the whole way. Sweat was shimmering on his forehead under the low lit light bulb. His left sleeves were torn up to his shoulders, and his jacket hung crooked. “Don't you miss me?” He asked. He dropped the bags in his hand, and dust puffed up everywhere. “I think it took you long enough, you missed the most important part.” Roan said, without looking away from the window. “You don't know what I suffered,” he wipes his sweat with his fingers, “I had to dodge five patrols on my way here.” I sat straight up on the crate, my stomach turned at his words. My fingers dug into the woods. “Then, I think we should move from this place,” I said, my voice was still low, but this time steady.Ronan turned, his eyes flicked over me, checking for wounds. “We are going to use two hours to get to Ashen Hollow, if we are to go by foot.” He paused for a