All Chapters of Rise of the rejected Luna : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

KiaraThe nights are the hardest. The moment the hospital quiets down after sunset. The steady rhythm of footsteps fades, the lights dim, and the halls take on that hollow silence that feels almost sacred. But for me, the silence is never really empty. It murmurs with memories, with voices I can’t quite silence.Erina’s voice.Sometimes it is laughter that feels so soft and familiar. A sound I once loved more than anything. Other times, it is the echo of her last words before everything went black: You should have killed me when you had the chance.I wake up drenched in sweat, gasping, the sheets twisted around my legs. My hand flies instinctively to my shoulder, the place where her dagger pierced me. The wound isn’t bleeding anymore, but it burns as if the knife still abides beneath the skin.The room is dim, the faint glow from the heart monitor blinking in the dark. The air smells like disinfectant and something faintly floral. Maybe it was the lavender oil Ryder asked the nu

KiaraThe world has a different kind of quiet here. It is not the suffocating silence of hospital walls or the haunted stillness of battlefields. It is the kind that hums softly beneath the sound of wind brushing through leaves, of water trickling down a stream, of birds calling to each other at dawn.It has been a month since I left the hospital, and two weeks since Ryder brought me here. To this small house tucked deep in the woods, where the world feels almost untouched by everything that came before.“I wanted you to have a fresh start after the storm we had just faced. This environment is healthier. For you and for the baby. You said you wanted to be somewhere other than the past. So here it is, “ were Ryder’s words to me when he surprised me with this new home. The house is ancient. I could tell from its architecture but it is solid. It is warm.. The walls smell faintly of pine and smoke, and when sunlight slips through the windows in the morning, the dust glitters like st

Ryder’s POVThere are moments when peace feels like a trick of the light. Something fragile. Momentary. Quick. Like if I blink too long, it might slip away.I used to think war was the hardest thing a man could survive, that nothing could cut you deeper than loss and blood and the sound of someone you love screaming your name in the middle of chaos.But watching Kiara sleep… That is harder.Because peace asks something I never learned to give. Peace asks for trust.It is late. The house is quiet, the fire dying as it kept us warm from the storm. Kiara is curled on her side, her hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink, one hand resting protectively over the soft swell of her stomach. Even in sleep, she keeps her hand there. Always.The first time I saw her like this, alive, breathing, and whole. I didn’t believe it. I sat beside her hospital bed for three days, waiting for her to wake up, terrified that if I looked away, she would vanish again.She didn’t. The goddess did

RyderSoft sunlight filtered through the curtains, streaking gold across the warm brown floorboards. The storm had passed sometime before dawn, leaving the air fresh. I could hear birds outside singing their faint, tentative songs, as if even they were afraid to disturb what was happening in this room. In my home. The birds acknowledged my son’s presence, the storm prepared his arrival, and the wind.. The wind renewed its scent for a newborn. Kiara was asleep beside me. Her hair, still damp from the night before, framed her face in soft, tangled curls. There was color in her cheeks again. A colour which looked like life evolving where death had once lingered.And in her arms… was him.Brandon.He was small, impossibly small. Yet his presence filled the entire room. His tiny fingers curled around the edge of Kiara’s blanket, his chest rising and falling with a rhythm that felt sacred.For a long time, I just watched them. My warrior and my son.I had fought in countless battles

KiaraThe morning was silent when I left the house. The air was chill, the birds murmured in a quiet tone, and the trees stood still, too still. Ryder had offered to come with me, but I told him to get some rest and check up with his friend Zane who has been handling the pack since our relocation out of the Manor. This was something I needed to do alone… or as alone as I could be with the tiny weight curled up in my arms.Brandon stirred softly against my chest, his small face pressed into the fabric of my veil. He had fallen asleep before dawn and hadn’t woken since. He is such a peaceful, innocent presence against the heaviness in my heart.The path to Erina’s resting place wound through what used to be a battlefield. Now, months later, grass had begun to reclaim the earth. The once-charred soil was soft again, scattered with wildflowers. It was strange that the world always healed faster than the people who lived in it. Than the people who faced its pain. The breeze brushed