All Chapters of The Rejected Blood Moon : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KIMBERLYTime splintered into crystalline shards around me."She will be my future Luna."Five words. Five simple words that had just taken a wrecking ball to my entire life.Alpha Derrick’s hand — thick, callused, deadly — seized Mona by her delicate wrist, pulling her arm up over her head like a victory flag. The crowd erupted into cheers, their faces contorting into a grotesque carnival of excitement and relief. Relief that their daughter wasn’t the one being discarded. That Blood Alpha had found his match, was part of an attached body.I couldn't breathe. My lungs wouldn’t expand, as if the air itself had become poisonous. This was beyond rejection — it was obliteration.My father’s face suddenly caught my eye from across the room. For a brief moment, I glimpsed pure fear in his eyes before he shrouded it in Alpha ennui. He knew. He knew what this would mean.Alpha rejections had more consequences than simply being humiliated by the own一 and in this case return to where they came

Kimberly POVMy mouth flooded with the taste of copper as Alpha Derrick’s hand swept across my face. The noise reverberated through the suddenly quiet hall like a gunshot.“How dare you touch my chosen with your filthy hands?” His voice was low — terrifyingly low — but it reached to every corner of the room. “You, daughter of a Beta, thought you could damage what’s mine?”I pressed my fingertips to my split lip, the bright red blood a harsh contrast to my skin. My eyes met his—a mistake. That rage deep in those amber depths was not merely fury, it was cold, methodical contempt.“I never touched her,” I murmured, my voice quavering no matter how hard I tried.Alpha Derrick laughed, and it sounded empty. "Still lying? Even now?" He gestured to Mona, who quaked at his side with tears streaking her perfect face, the red lines on her wrist seeming more intentional than accidental.Marks I never put there.“Take her,” Alpha Derrick ordered, his voice descending an octave, the Alpha timbre r

The Last GoodbyeThe night was restless, humming with the tension of things unsaid. I moved through the shadows, the envelope from my father pressed against my side as though it were the only heartbeat I could trust. My feet carried me away from the pack house, not toward the woods this time, but toward a small cluster of cabins where two familiar faces lived.Hannah and Louis.My closest friends. My only friends.I should have gone straight into exile. That’s what Father wanted. But if I vanished without a word, without a goodbye, the weight of it would break me before Derrick ever could.The air was sharp with pine as I approached Hannah’s cabin, the lantern in the window still burning. She never slept early — a habit of hers that once annoyed me, but now it felt like fate.I tapped lightly on the door, heart pounding. It opened almost instantly, as if she’d been waiting for me.“Kim?” Hannah’s eyes widened, then softened into alarm. She grabbed my hand and yanked me inside. “What ar

Kimberlys Choice The forest swallowed me whole as Lucien led me deeper into the night. The pack house lights faded behind us until only the silver glow of the moon lit our path. Each step felt heavier than the last, not from fear, but from the weight of everything I was leaving behind.Mona’s venom still rang in my ears, her words like barbed hooks meant to drag me back into her shadow. Defective. Weak. Always less. But instead of tearing me down, they sparked something else — defiance.I would prove her wrong.Lucien walked a few paces ahead, his silver hair catching stray moonlight. He moved with a predator’s ease, silent and assured, as though the forest bent around him. His presence was unsettling, yet oddly grounding. Every instinct screamed not to trust him, but every instinct also told me I had no choice.Finally, he stopped in a small clearing where moonlight pooled like liquid silver. He turned, eyes glinting as they raked over me. “So,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Will y

BloodlineThe forest clearing still smelled of blood and fear. The three hunters Derrick had sent lay broken on the ground, their groans echoing faintly through the trees. I hadn’t killed them—not yet—but I could feel the wolf inside me growling in protest, as though mercy itself was weakness.Lucien circled me like a predator amused by its prey. His silver hair caught the moonlight, and his dark eyes glittered with a secret satisfaction. “So,” he said lightly, almost teasing. “The cast-off wolf isn’t so fragile after all.”I wiped blood from my lip with the back of my hand, still shaking from what I had unleashed. “What did you do to me?”“Nothing you didn’t allow,” he replied smoothly. “The shadows were always yours. I simply woke them.”His words sank deep, stirring unease and excitement in equal measure. My body still hummed with the remnants of power, shadows whispering at the edges of my vision like old friends calling my name.“You said I had a choice,” I reminded him, forcing