All Chapters of The Rejected Blood Moon : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The Beast WithinThe cavern trembled as the beast lunged, its roar echoing like thunder against the stone walls. It was unlike anything I had ever faced—half silver, half shadow, its body rippling with both light and darkness. My wolf snarled inside me, but the shadows whispered hungrily at the same time, both demanding control.My chest tightened. If I let one lead, I lose the other.The beast’s claws struck the ground where I had stood a heartbeat earlier, the stone shattering. I rolled aside, shadow-blades forming in my hands, silver fire burning across the edges. For the first time, the weapons didn’t flicker—they burned steady, both forces working together.I slashed upward, catching the beast’s chest. Sparks exploded, half silver, half black, but instead of wounding it, the beast only roared louder, its wounds knitting back together instantly.Lucien’s voice carried across the cavern, sharp and merciless. “You fight it as if it is separate from you. But it is you. And if you can

BloodThe night was still. Too still.The fire in Lucien’s cave burned low, shadows flickering across the walls. I sat alone, the mark on my palm pulsing faintly with light and dark, in rhythm with my heartbeat. But something inside me was wrong. My chest ached, my wolf restless, pacing within my mind.“Lucien?” I called softly, but he didn’t answer. He had left hours ago — training, he said, was over for the night. But the silence pressed heavy, uneasy.Then the pain hit.A sharp tug in my chest, sudden and violent. My breath caught. I doubled over, clutching my ribs. The shadows around me flared without command, writhing wildly as though sensing the same dread.My wolf’s voice broke through, rough and panicked. He’s hurt.I froze. Who?Louis.The name tore through me like lightning. Images flashed — his laugh, his steady hands as he pressed my father’s letter into mine, his promise to protect me no matter the cost.I stumbled to my feet. “No,” I whispered, heart pounding. “No, he’s

Blood and ShadowsThe forest swallowed us whole.Branches tore at my arms as I ran, Louis’s limp body heavy in my grip. My breath came ragged, blood warm on my skin, the metallic scent thick in the air. The shadows flickered weakly around me, barely holding. Every step burned.“Almost there,” I whispered, though my vision swam. “Just a little farther, Louis.”He didn’t answer, only groaned faintly, his head lolling against my shoulder. His blood had soaked through my tunic, cold and sticky, but his pulse still beat — slow, fragile, alive.When my knees finally buckled, I collapsed against a tree. The forest spun. The shadows that had once roared like a storm now trembled, weak and unsteady.Then, through the blur of pain and moonlight — a ripple. A familiar scent.Lucien.He appeared out of the darkness without sound, shadows coiling around him like a second skin. His eyes blazed with fury the moment they landed on me.“So you went,” he said, voice low and cold. “Straight into the wol

Alpha’s FuryThe great hall of the Blood Moon Pack trembled beneath the force of Derrick’s roar.Every torch along the stone walls flickered violently, the flames bending away from him as his rage shook the air. Shards of shattered glass littered the floor, the remains of the mirror he had smashed with his bare hand.“She humiliated me!” he snarled, pacing like a caged beast. “In front of my warriors. In front of my pack!”Blood dripped from his knuckles, but he didn’t notice. His amber eyes glowed brighter than the torches, his chest heaving with each furious breath.Mona stood at the far end of the hall, silent and poised, her golden gown glimmering like a serpent’s scales. She had dismissed the guards earlier — wisely. When Derrick’s temper erupted like this, witnesses rarely survived.“She bled me,” Derrick growled, his voice cracking with fury. “That… witch. That cursed shadow of a woman. I should’ve killed her when I had the chance.”Mona tilted her head slightly, her voice soft

Luna’s SecretThe moon hung high over the pack’s fortress, pale and pitiless. The halls were silent now — Derrick’s rage had burned itself to silence, and the wolves had retreated to their quarters, wary of their Alpha’s temper.Mona moved through the darkness like it belonged to her. Her bare feet made no sound against the marble floors, her golden robe whispering softly with each step. She paused before the great doors of the Luna’s chamber — her chamber — and pushed them open.Inside, the air was cool, perfumed faintly with jasmine and blood. The room shimmered with beauty: silken curtains, glass vials glowing faintly with potion light, an altar carved with the sigil of the Blood Moon.But at the center of it all stood a mirror — tall, ancient, and rimmed in silver etched with runes.Her reflection stared back: flawless, radiant, untouchable.And utterly false.Mona’s smile faltered. Slowly, she lifted her hand and pressed her palm to the glass. It rippled like water, revealing fai