All Chapters of Rejected And Betrayed: Chasing My Luna Back.: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

“Did you just use your wolf to kill all these college students?” a voice cut through the silence.Simone flinched.Fear shot through him as he turned sharply, his breath catching in his throat.A man stood behind him.His eyes glowed deep red and the air around him carried a foul, rotting scent that hit Simone’s nose instantly.Rogue.Simone’s chest tightened.He pushed himself up quickly, stumbling at first before steadying his stance. His hands lifted on instinct, fingers curling slightly, his body tense and ready to fight.“Stay away from me,” he warned, his voice low but shaking.The man didn’t move.Blonde Viking braids fell over his shoulders, framing a face that held no warmth. His gaze stayed locked on Simone, slow and calculating like he was studying him, peeling him apart layer by layer.Simone swallowed hard, taking a step back despite himself.“Who are you?” he demanded, trying to steady his voice, though it wavered at the edges.The man tilted his head slightly, his eyes

Leigh sat on Mat’s lap in the parlour, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. Simone slowed at the doorway, the glass of water in his hand forgotten as their voices drifted to him.“Did you teach him all that?” Leigh asked, tilting her head, her tone light but edged with something sharper.Simone’s grip tightened around the glass. He didn’t need to ask who she meant.Mat let out a small chuckle, brushing Leigh’s hair behind her ear. “No,” he said easily, a hint of pride slipping through, “but I’m his inspiration, you know.”The words landed hard. Simone swallowed, his throat dry. It was true, painfully true but hearing it said out loud felt like a quiet slap.Leigh’s lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that still carried across the room. “Just make sure he knows he can never be better than you.”Simone’s chest tightened. His fingers curled slightly, the glass creaking under the pressure.Mat didn’t reply with words. He

John stepped out of the autopsy building, the sharp sting of chemicals still clinging to his clothes. His jaw tightened as he pulled out his phone and dialed Evelyn again. The call rang… and rang… then died. No answer.A frown crept onto his face. He tried again. Still nothing.His grip on the phone tightened. Something wasn’t right.He got into his car and slammed the door, the engine roaring to life as his foot pressed hard on the accelerator. The drive back to the mansion felt longer than usual. His fingers tapped impatiently against the steering wheel, his eyes flicking to his phone every few seconds.“Pick up…” he muttered under his breath, dialing her number again.Silence.By the time he pulled into the mansion, tension coiled tightly in his chest. He stepped out quickly, barely shutting the door before striding inside. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he headed straight for her room.He pushed the door open and it was empty.He stepped in slowly, his nose flaring as h

They pushed through the autopsy room doors, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting them immediately. Ezra stood by the table, a file in his hand. He looked up as they approached, his expression serious. “You’re here,” he said, handing the report to John. John took it, his eyes scanning quickly. Evelyn stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the pages. Ezra didn’t wait. “There’s severe internal damage,” he explained, his tone steady. “Bruising deep enough to tear tissue.” He pointed to a section on the report. “And this...” he tapped it lightly, “...a dent in the skull. Strong enough to kill.” Evelyn’s breath hitched slightly. “But that’s not all,” Ezra added, his voice lowering. “She was still alive after the blow. She bled out… slowly. Long enough that she could have been saved.” Evelyn’s hands curled tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. Her jaw clenched as anger burned through her chest. “This guy…” she muttered, her voice tight. “He’s sick. It’s obvious.” Ezra

They burst through the doors and ran outside.Tires screamed against the ground.Giovanni’s car shot forward, dust kicking up behind it as it sped away.“Damn it!” John hissed.Evelyn didn’t hesitate. She yanked open the car door and slid in, John already behind the wheel. The engine roared to life, and within seconds, they were after him.“Don’t lose him,” she said, gripping the dashboard as the car lurched forward.“I won’t,” John replied, his eyes locked ahead, hands tight on the wheel.They sped through the road, weaving past cars, horns blaring around them. John swerved sharply, narrowly missing a truck, then pressed harder on the accelerator.“There!” Evelyn pointed. “That’s his car.”Up ahead, Giovanni’s car cut through traffic like it owned the road.John followed, jaw clenched, his focus unbreaking as he dodged another car.“Hold on,” he muttered.Suddenly, Giovanni’s car swerved.Left.John’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not the road to his pack.”Evelyn leaned forward, her brows