All Chapters of Rise of the rejected Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kiara’s POVThe scenarios happening in the pack are all my fault. Sometimes I wish my father had rather killed me after Jason’s rejection than brought me into this pack as a maid.“Do not ever say this Kiara. You have been a blessing to me,” Ryder said to me after I had complained and blamed myself for the mishappenings going on in the pack. He made it seem like he was not hurting or angry by it all, but I knew otherwise. These people being attacked on a daily basis are his subjects, he is their ruler who has promised to protect them, and I knew it hurt him seeing them that way. I see the sadness in his eyes even though he tries his best to hide them away from me. I could feel it still— the guilt and regret. I wish Jason had not shown his face to me, and I wish that I did not have these powers in the first place. My life seemed perfect before it came. Once I was wolfless, which brought shame to my face, and now that I have powers, it has been one battle after another. My soul wa

Brandon’s POVI have been away for a little over a week. I knew both Ryder and Kiara were bothered about my well-being, so I decided to get home by the weekend. The lookout for the rogues causing havoc to the pack has been a lot of work. There were some rogues caught who regretted their actions and apologized saying they were forced into it by the amount they were being paid. While others boasted about taking their revenge on the pack and Ryder as his parents were harsh on their ancestors because of mere betrayal. The shocking realization was that they saw nothing wrong in what they did in the past and what they were doing presently. Ryder has suggested that I torture them to know who was the mastermind behind the attacks. The weapons I collected from the rogues showed that they were sponsored by an influential man. Although Ryder and I knew who was behind all of the attacks happening recently, we needed to have the confessions of our captives—the rogues. We needed them to attest

Ryder’s POV Brandon and I ended up walking to my office, a private place, soundproof, and confidential to have the conversation we were about to have. I knew what he wanted to talk about, because it was bothering my heart as well — it bothered us both. “So I was wondering, I have been thinking, who this person could be. This new enemy who wants Kiara dead,” Brandon said to me as soon as I sat on my chair, facing him directly. “For a fact, I know Jason would not want Kiara dead. Her being dead is saying goodbye to the powers he has been wanting,” I responded. “Correct!” he replied. I ran my mind through some thoughts before I said to him, “We face off Jason first. When we are done with him, we start our investigation on the other.” “Won't that be dangerous? What if they come back for her? What then?” Brandin asked with fear evident in his tone. “ I do not want anything bad happening to Kiara as well. It is better if we face one at a time. Acting both ways might lead t

Kiara’s POV Ever since the incident that occurred between the lieutenants and me at the veranda, I have kept to myself more, saying little or no words when Ryder or Brandon are not around. The manor was filled with silence most of the time as Brandon and Ryder were out, fighting off the rogues, capturing them, and asking them for leads. They knew it was Jason who was the mastermind behind this, I knew it was Jason as well, but for them to be believed, they needed a testimonial by one or more of the rogues naming their master in front of everyone including the elders. These attacks have been happening for weeks now and each time I see Ryder and Brandon, I feel guilty. The stress was evident in their eyes, and their tiredness, and exhaustion were worn on their sleeves. I knew this was happening because of me, I knew all of this began with me and was going to end with me. I could not bring myself to continue seeing the men I love wallow in stress. I knew what I had to do to end thi

The sun hit me through the curtains as I lay peacefully on my bed, serving as a form of reminder that today was the day I would come face to face with the one who haunted me, the devil in human form—Jason. My stomach tumbled in fear as I showered, my appetite lost, and my spine shivered in fear. I was in a state of confusion, stuck between the feeling of backing out and going ahead with my idea. But it was too late to back out, wasn’t it? I stepped out of my room dressed in a color I haven’t worn in a while—black, for it fits my mood for today. If Ryder were still around in the manor, he would have been shocked to have seen me in this dress as I have always complained about how dark his clothing was and how dark he kept the manor wanting little or no light. Although my go-to dresses were pastel colors and white dresses that made me feel immaculate, there was nothing celestial or dreamy about meeting Jason. Looking around the manor to make sure I was the only one around as expect