All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Cursed By The Moon Goddess : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rune's POV I followed my grimoire’s direction and found Lyra. She was alone before the door of the hall, just in time. And she didn't notice me either; my steps, my shadow, my being, and my scent were adequately concealed. “Lyra,” I called out to her. She flinched, looking towards the direction Lucas ran in. She then stopped suddenly to speak to herself, which felt a little strange. “You know, you sounded like Rune,” she said to no one in particular. “The fuck?” I asked myself, a bit confused by the activity taking place before me. “That is because I am Rune,” I said this time, a little louder. She reacted violently to that, and I chuckled at the way she jumped. “Psst, here,” I called out again, tapping the wall closest to me gently. She must not have heard me; it must have been part of the spell. “I can't see you,” she responded. “Oh,” I said out loud, totally forgetting I was cloaked till now. I personally would not be as patient as she was if an invisib

Rune's POV.This spell was active throughout the whole manor.I chuckled. “Wolves? And they call themselves wolves and are not aware of the slightest changes in the environment?”Lucas looked around and blinked his eyes several times, as if he was actually stopped from talking or interrupted and now didn’t remember what he was saying.“...the thing is that…” he dragged on.The whole court, who had been affected by the spell too, just stared and looked at him.The spell did more than what I bargained for; it broke his ego too.Lucas just sat there, silent, and waved his hands as a sign for the jury to continue.“What's the explanation to the whole matter?” the judge asked Lucas, who was trying to cover his face.After he got no response, the jury continued with the judge facing me.“You have heard all these accusations against you, Rune. What do you have to say to them?”Actually, I had nothing to say.I, for one, believed that if all it took for Xavier to believe I attacked him was ju

Lyra's POVLucas was in the midst of speaking before he was interrupted by the spell, obviously. That was the only explanation for the reaction he gave after he started acting strange. He looked around and blinked his eyes several times, as if he had been stopped from talking or interrupted and now didn’t remember what he was saying.“...the thing is that...”The whole court was affected as well, seemingly having forgotten for a brief second why they were there. They too had been impacted by the spell. They would rather die than admit to one another that they had no idea what they were discussing a few minutes ago.I could visibly see Rune’s lips move, and I broke into a smile.After trying as hard as he could to recollect, Lucas sat back and silently waved his hands, his way of telling the jury to continue their proceedings.“What’s the explanation for the whole matter?” the judge asked Lucas.I wasn’t certain if the judge was trying to get to the root of the matter or if he was just

Lyra's POV“Lyra…” he called my name as he approached me slowly. “You don’t have to be alone. Enough of mingling with the trash in the pack. You’ve walked too long with them as your guide. Just recently, the court found Rune, who had been your guide, as a murderer. I am here, Lyra, for you, with you. Why can’t you see that?” His hands grazed my skin, the rough and masculine texture sending shivers up my spine. Grimoire made a slight movement from its hiding spot, which was enough to snap me back to my senses. How Lucas managed to make me freeze like this was still a mystery. And when I figured it out, it was all over for him.With my back to the bed and Lucas hovering over me, I knew I had to think fast.“Who’s the tease now?” I heard Selene ask.“Do something, or I’ll do you one better. Help me,” I pleaded.“Nah, you ventured into this on your own with no help from me. Why don’t you venture out of it by yourself…with no help from me?” Selene’s sassy tone was infuriating.“Thanks a

Lyra's POV I thought he was dead. He gave a slight movement and that sparked hope in me again. “Rune, it is me, Lyra!” “Lyra…” he mouthed as he turned slowly towards me. “Lyra, what are you doing here? How did you get past the guards?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock. I came closer to his cell and he was paranoid. “No, don’t!” he yelled. In a bid to prevent me from coming in contact with the metal bars, he brushed his arm against it and got burned. Then it hit me: these bars were made of silver, pure silver! “Ahhh, fuck!!!” “Oh my God!!!! Rune!!” “It’s nothing; it’s not too much, it will heal,” he said, showing me his arm. As if it was a staged play, the wounds began to cover up immediately, though slowly. “What are you doing here?” he asked, shifting the conversation. I thought of the best possible way to explain this to him and I did. “Remember when I found out Rune was dying?” “Yes…” “Same thing happened but this time with you being poisoned.” “The fuck?” “The