All Chapters of Rise of the rejected Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KiaraFor the first time in weeks, the air around the pack felt almost peaceful.I believed strongly that the storm that tried to ruin our bond is gone. Since Ryder came back to the manor after he had disappeared into the woods, I have taken it into books to sleep in his chambers. He wanted to push me away didn’t he, but I won’t let him do that. “You should not be here,” he said to me as he opened the door.“Well I am in my mate’s room if I am not mistaken,” I responded, making my way into his room and settling down under the duvet. While we slept, his breathing was steady, his heartbeat calm, and his eyes were peaceful even though they were shut. Lying in his bed with his arms around my neck was the sign I needed. The proof that we were finally healing. On the other hand, Ryder had changed. Not in the way people change after healing, but in the way something sharp changes after it has been shattered and rearranged. He was stronger but colder than he left.He oddly moved through t

ErinaThey were laughing again. They had the sign of peace finding its way back into their lives. I stood in the shadows near the edge of the manor, watching through the half-drawn curtains.Ryder brushed a damp strand of hair from Kiara’s cheek. She smiled up at him with that same naive tenderness she always wore, like she had not been born to destroy everything she touched.Seeing them reunited made bitterness rise in my throat. “How could this be?” I wondered I should have looked away because of how much soreness Kiara’s happiness caused me. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My fingers clenched around the window frame until splinters bit into my skin.“No! They cannot find their way back to each other. Not after my hard work in separating them.” Of course, she would find a way to fix it. She always did. The golden one. The healer. The sweet little angel. Even when she ruined lives. Even when she killed my husband. She was the bright shining star. The one who needed to be cate

KiaraEaton’s scent was still prominent no matter how many times the cleaners scrubbed the windows. I kept on convincing myself that it was all over, that the danger had passed. The more I said it, the less I believed because my chest still tightened up at each slight chance it got. Ryder had already left for patrol when I stepped out of the room. The scenario of last night must have drained me. Brandon was supposed to join him later, and that left me with my own duties. Ever since the mating ceremony had been completed, Aunt Glinda had given me a portion of duties to attend to as the new Luna of the pack and that ended my habit of staying indoors, within the walls of the manor for weeks. Maybe attending to those duties and ticking those tasks off my list will ease and distract my mind from the misery it feels. Now I am left with errands such as getting supplies for the healers, food deliveries to the human border market, and supplies for my most precious place on the pack, the

RyderEaton was close. I could feel it in the bond. He has not moved an inch since our last confrontation. Rather, he made his presence known to be with his scent of fire and ashes. Kiara tried to pretend things were normal. She smiled at me every morning, kissed my cheek before heading to the healer’s hut, and made jokes about how Brandon’s cooking could “kill a grown Alpha faster than a war.” She was trying for me, for us. But with how much she tried, how much she hid behind her warm smile, I could see the indication behind her eyes.She was afraid and worse, she was trying not to show it.That morning, I should have followed her. Something in my gut told me not to let her go alone. But the patrol needed me, and she looked so determined when she said, “I will be fine, Ryder. I deserve some fresh air. All I have been breathing in have been herbs.”“Take someone along. Your friend? Your sister?” “You worry too much. Believe me when I say I will be fine okay?” I believed

KiaraThe first thing I felt was the cold. Not the kind that came from open windows or thin sheets, but the kind that lived in the bones. The kind that came after fear.My body ached. Every breath pulled blaze through my ribs, and for a minute, I could not remember why. Then the memories rushed in like a tape with no pauses. The explosion, Eaton’s voice, the heat, and Ryder’s roar cutting through it all.I blinked against the light. The room was faint with dawn. Soft gold spilled through the curtains. And then I saw him.Sitting at the edge of the bed, his back to me, shirt discarded, blood still drying on his hands. His shoulders were tense, every muscle drawn tight like a man carved from stone. He had not noticed I was awake.For a moment, I just watched him. The rise and fall of his back, the quake in his fingers, the way his head bowed slightly like he was afraid to breathe too loudly.I swallowed hard before speaking. “Ryder.”He flinched. Then he turned his head slight