All Chapters of Rise of the rejected Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ryder’s POV I had watched her for so long, she didn’t know I was standing right there. I took in how her skin shone under the little ray of light that pierced its way through the blinds, I watched her handle my clothes with care, I watched her every movement and she was yet to notice my presence. So I moved closer, to a spot we’d be able to breathe the same air. She recognized my presence without looking at my face. Could she have registered my scent? Could she smell me from afar? Is this even real? I questioned myself time and time again. In as much as I want to be easy, and gentle with her, I couldn’t bring myself to because I’m not who she needs. I registered with command and command only will be the interactive tone I will use in our communication. I’m her Alpha after all. I had noticed the neckpiece earlier, I noticed that as soon as I walked closer to her. But what I didn’t know was it has a pendant. I pretended like I was engrossed in reading the papers I held in my han

With Brandon back now, I feel right in place. It felt like my soul was right where it should be and I couldn’t wish for anything more. I became comfortable working in the Manor now that he’s back. The frequent visits of Ryder’s ladies to the Manor have ended as well. Maybe he became bored of them all. Brandon treated me with respect, held me with pride, and loved me out loud. I couldn’t believe I was found worthy to put on one of the rarest gemstones, yet I had it sitting right on my wrist. “Oh no Kiara, this is beautiful,” Evie gasped as I showed her my wrist. We finally found the time to reunite and have a little chat. She filled me in on all of the vile words Sandra had been spreading to other maids about me. “I think she might just be jealous,” Evie said regarding Sandra. “I heard she has been trying to get Brandon to look upon her and take her as his mate for years. But then there is you, who caught his eyes within a year,” Evie added, smacking my arm in a playful gesture.

After the night of confusion and interruption between Brandon and Ryder, setting me in the middle, I felt awkward around them. All I focused on was so my duties and counted my last days to leave the Manor. No maid had stayed in the Moonfren Manor, rather than staying for six months. I could feel the tension between Brandon and Ryder. I could see the way they stared at each other and in the manner they spoke to each other. Brandon hasn’t talked about that night to me, but I could tell he was furious that we were interrupted by Ryder, and to top it all off dismissed to go do some work. Yes, Ryder was the Alpha of the pack but Brandon was his Beta. They are to work hand-in-hand for the betterment of the pack but Ryder sounded like he was superior to Brandon, and Brandon was to answer to his beck and call at the snap of his fingers. This situation between them didn’t stop, even after I had retired from the Manor. On my way to Madame Agatha’s office to get in my slip for a new assignmen

Ryder’s POV I heard the door creak open, and the little steps that followed. I could smell her, the very scent I had missed all this while. I thought maybe my mind was pulling pranks on me. Maybe I was thinking about her so much that I could perceive her from afar. Or maybe it was my drunk ass wishing she was right here with me. I decided to turn around, to prove myself right, to prove that she was nowhere near me. Alas, I was wrong. There she stood, staring with her eyes wide open at me. Her statuette is as breathtaking as ever. Her hair was wrapped perfectly behind her ears, and her dress was simple yet immaculate as always. “Stay, I command it,” I said to her. Because that was all I needed. Although I couldn’t touch her as much as I wanted to, her presence was enough to soothe my troubled mind. The recent attacks on the pack by the rogues are beginning of open forgotten wounds, an ill-mannered past, thus awakening recent fear. But staring right at her eyes which shone in the

I decided to stay in my room for the rest of the day. The thought of bringing myself to face Ryder made me uneasy. How could I face the man who smelt my arousal towards him this morning? I made sure to do my chores, and my expected duties, run my errands, and make his dinner before he arrived. His table was set before 7:45pm and I rushed into my room, pretending to be asleep. I heard his keys, I heard his footsteps, I heard him silently sing a song I couldn’t make out what the lyrics said, but I didn't respond. “Kiara ?” I heard his voice call out. He was in search of me. I listened to his footsteps come right at my doorstep, I heard him knock, but I didn’t reply. Instead, I held my breath for some time. Since he could perceive my arousal, he might also be able to perceive my breath and know the rhythm of my heartbeat. I thanked the heavens as I heard his retreating footsteps. Now I could breathe freely. I watched the clock hit 11, then 12, then 1. Yet, sleep would not welcome