《Rejected to be His Luna》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

[Amor’s POV] The audience was calming down from the elation their fight had put them on the edge of their seats. Hikari treaded away from her and stood facing the crater. His long hair fluttering now and then, revealing his glowing dark blue eyes. He had swords in both his hands. His demeanour wasn’t of a person who had won, but… “Don’t look down upon me…” a faint sound echoed in the stadium. Hikari immediately took his fighting stance. “... LOOK AT ME!” Zeve’s howl alarmed the whole stadium. I got goosebumps all over my body, feeling the immense pressure that overpowered Hikari’s bloodlust. My vision shifted from the crater to all over the ground, but she was nowhere. I looked at the sky. She shot at Hikari, crashing into him. Hikari had blocked her claws, crossing the swords in front of him. Zeve clenched Hikari’s hair and flipped him upside down with her. Hikari balanced his body in midair and landed on the ground. She kicked the back of his knees, making him kneel.

[Amor’s POV] The stadium was alive once again. Zeve and I faced each other standing on the stage. The whole stadium was decorated with torches and lights to celebrate the historic victory of their luna. Our eyes met with fake smiles plastered on our faces. She bowed in front of me. I pinned the badge of victory on the sash she wore across her chest. She was wearing a golden gown with a white luna’s cloak embroidered with vines and thorn patterns. Her cloak rested on her shoulders and flowed all the way behind her, brushing the floor as she walked. Her hair was adorned with golden chains and a golden leaf crown. She proudly wore those bandages that symbolised her bravery and strength. Even with the tension between us, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at how elegant and beautiful she looked. The stadium cheered for her at their full mirth. She smiled, bowing at the audience. Hikari gave the next award. I stepped back, and he stepped forward. That was the first time he was

[Amor’s POV] My rage soon turned into disgust. The things I feel when I hear Hazel’s name didn’t fit in the mould of a man created by the society, so I tried to throw them away because I had no place to put them, but… Those hands still clawed in the shadows of my mind. That unfathomable revulsion, helplessness and rage still hooked themselves to my body. I always thought they were something external I could get rid of, but I was wrong. It was a part of me — a part of me I hated. The part of me that made me hate women. It wasn’t the conscious state of knowledge that she could have raped that haunted me; it was the unconscious awareness that made me relive that vulgar day of my life more than I wished to. If it wasn’t for my shadows, I don’t know what would have happened that day. It happened after I became the alpha of the pack. Hazel mixed something into my drink and I lost my consciousness. I don’t explicitly remember what happened while I was unconscious, but I knew my shadows

[Amor’s POV] “With all my consciousness, very respectfully, I want those clothes off your body, amoris. You are wearing them, yet I feel the discomfort in my body…” I trailed my hand up her thighs. She bit her lower lip. Her gaze dropped between her legs and then at my hand, which was slowly making its way to exactly where she wanted them. Propping myself on my elbow next to her ear, I leaned over her face. “Anger and hatred, huh? I will show you what exactly I have for you—” Gliding my hand up the curves of her body, I grabbed her neck, lifting her chin. I kissed her. Intensely. Fervently. Deeply. Wildly. She knit her brows. Her one hand ran through my hair, gripping and loosening. I intertwined my fingers with her free hand and pinned it beside her ear. She gasped for air when I slid down her neck, her chest heaving faster and faster. Damn! No one deserved to be kissed in this world except her. No one kissed like her. It was a crime, a sin, a deal with the devil. It was th

[Zeve’s POV] (The banquet night after Amor left with Morfan.) “So luna, what kind of dresses do you like?” A duchess asked. Royally dressed in her furry gown. She was from the North, so her dress was winter inspired. “I like furry capes. They hold an aesthetic royalty like no other dresses. Just like your dress. It fits in all perfect places and the colour is settled, not too vibrant. I really like how elegantly you are dressed up,” I sugarcoated every word I said. Yeah, her gown was fine, but did we really need those furs in such hot weather? One should know how to adjust their dresses according to the climate of the place they were visiting. “Oh my, you flatter me. But honestly, no one at this party is shining as bright as you, luna. Our alpha has really found a rare jewel,” she said. I chuckled, “I am humbled to receive such kind words from you, duchess Nier.” “Greetings to her highness, the luna,” the duchess from the south, duchess Lenkov, said, kissing my fingers. “Gre