All Chapters of Scar : the rejected Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lexie's POV:The palace walls whispered louder with each passing moment.Every hallway I crossed, every maid who looked away without meeting my eyes, every unfinished sentence I overheard, it was all about Paul.About his absence, and my silence… I couldn’t take it anymore.The walls of the palace seemed to breathe Paul’s name in hushed, accusing tones. I locked myself in our room, and let the tears come in violent, shuddering waves. My fingers clutched at the empty space beside me in bed, where his warmth should have been.I curled into the corner of my bed, my body still aching, bandages stiff and uncomfortable against my skin. But it wasn’t the physical pain that undid me, it was the emptiness in my chest. At some point, exhaustion crept in. I could swear I felt his presence… his large, calloused palm grazed against my cheek, his lips brushing my forehead. Warm lips pressing against mine so gently I forgot to breathe.“Paul…” I whispered, chasing that illusion, but I must have

Lexie's POV:I stepped outside, the cool evening air brushing against my skin. The scent of damp grass mixed with fading sunshine was oddly soothing after days of stale silence and locked doors. There he was—Jayson—standing near the rose arch in the backyard garden, his hands folded neatly behind him, back straight, posture stiff.Exactly the same way he had stood the day he found me walking back from school. That day, he’d stopped his car, stepped out without a word, and dragged me back to the Alpha’s mansion—just to declare I was his Alpha’s mate.I almost smiled. It felt like just yesterday, and also like a lifetime ago.I cleared my throat.Jayson turned at once and bowed his head, formally. “Let’s walk, Luna.”We began strolling down the gravel path in silence. The birds had quieted for the night, and the hush made every step feel heavier than the last.Then he spoke, quiet but firm. “You know the pack believes you had a hand in killing the Alpha.”I stopped walking. My breath hi

The grand courtroom of the High Council was carved into the heart of the mountain, a circular chamber with stone walls that seemed to swallow sound and breath alike. Torches flickered along the perimeter, casting long shadows on the floor below. In the center stood a raised dais, behind which sat five Alphas: each from a different pack, each bearing their own insignia on their chest. Their faces were hard, unreadable, as if carved from the very stone surrounding them.Lexie was brought in through the iron gates at the back. Her footsteps echoed through the silence, the chains on her ankles clinking with every step. Two guards flanked her, but she held her head high. Despite the pallor of her skin and the gauntness in her cheeks, there was no fear in her expression.She was dressed plainly, in a loose gray robe that did little to hide how frail she had become. But her eyes remained sharp, even as they swept across the room to meet the five Alphas who would decide her fate. Jayson stoo

Lexie's POV:“Katrine!” I gasped, my voice cracking in disbelief as my heart sank deeper. She was almost unrecognisable now: she had lost so much weight, but she wasn't frail. In fact, her arms torso was filled out with muscle tone now. Her milky white complexion had darkened to a crisp bronze, like she spent her afternoons in the sun. Her back was straight, arms swinging casually like she wasn't conscious of where she was standing or with whom. I could not stop the tears from gathering in my eyes as I demanded; “What are you even saying?”Her lips curled into a slow smirk. “Just telling the truth, Lexie… or do you have something to hide?She replied smoothly, her gaze gleaming with a predator’s satisfaction. Before I could respond, a stern voice from the panel cut through the air like a whip.“Young lady!” One of the Alphas boomed, his tone sharp with authority. He slammed his palm on the bench, making the chamber fall silent. “This is a Council trial, not a neighborhood gossip t

Lexie's POV:The coals beneath my bare feet sizzled and cracked, sending bursts of pain shooting up my legs. Each step felt like the most painful thing I had ever experienced in my lifetime, and yet, the next step managed to beat that level of pain. My skin seared, the heat biting through flesh as the acrid smell rose up into the air, reaching my nose. I might have stopped or collapsed under the pain, but the sharp jab of a spearhead struck my back, forcing me forward.“Move!” The soldier behind me snarled. I gasped, stumbling forward. My hands were bound tightly behind me, rope digging into my already raw wrists. Sweat clung to my skin, mixing with the blood running down my ankles. My dress clung to me, soaked and heavy. My vision swam, but I stayed upright—forced to by the cruel chorus of voices echoing around me.“Burn, you cursed witch!”“Let her suffer! Blood for blood!”“May Paul find peace when she falls!”“She should have died in place of him!”They came from every corner