All Chapters of Rise of the rejected Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jason’s POV The authority is mine now and I have everything running how I want. Kiara is mine, her powers are mine, and Ryder is misplaced in his emotions. All I knew was I had won. I have proven myself to be a winner—winner of this battle. Ryder had called me a little boy, a man who wasn’t an Alpha, now I have his mate and have disrupted his camp. I have tried having my way with Kiara but she has proved stubborn, over and over again. She still asserts her commitment to Ryder and Brandon—claiming to be theirs and theirs alone. “You are with me now,” I would often yell in her face in anger as she needed to get that fact into her head. Nothing annoys me more than that. I had her in my clasp, so why does she prove stubborn? Haven’t I proven to be more than she expected? I know she despises me but I need her to know that the sooner she begins to accept the fact that she is under my care, the better for both of us.The bracelets I wore on my hands were to protect me from Kiara’s

Ryder’s POV With each passing time, the bells rang louder, and we could hear the humming of the priestess clan and the proclamation of her chants. My heartbeat was faster with each step I took as the thought of losing Kiara scared me. I had faced my greatest enemy, fought my greatest war, but I have never been so scared in my life. The coast was more than clear for us to make our way through. I feel the moon goddess made it this way so we could find my Kiara with ease. “Found the stairs,” one of Brandon's men said as he could see the stairs leading to the rooftop. The old-fashioned architecture of the building made it a little too hard to find. We set out to ascend the stairs with quiet steps not wanting to make a sound as we want to step in there unannounced and unnoticed.The chants grew louder as we went up the stairs and that signaled we were on the right path, the path leading to the rooftop, the path leading to Kiara. We halted at the front of the door, ready to bust

Kiara’s POV With my head buried on Brandon‘s chest, I could hear Jason screaming. I didn’t want to look back at what I had done to him but his voice was filled with pain as I could hear the crackling of his bones. “He is melting,” I heard one of the men whisper. Peeping behind Brandon's arm, I saw how everyone was astonished, how they stood in shock, and how they were scared to look in my direction. After a few minutes, the room was filled with silence. The crackling sounds had stopped, the heat had stopped, and Jason’s yelling had stopped as well. “We should take our leave,” Ryder said aloud informing his men that the mission was now complete. We were interrupted by the priestess who had jumped out from her place of hiding as she came face to face with Ryder and said, “Who is she?” She questioned the exchange of looks between Ryder and me. Looking back and forth between us. “My mate,” Ryder answered gritting his teeth. “You have no right to question her, ask her anyth

Kiara’s POVThe scene of killing Jason played in my mind over and over again. His screams rang in my head. Do I feel regret for what I had done to him? Did I wish it could have turned out differently? I did not know how I felt about my action towards Jason, all I was sure of was to kick myself up and break free from this nightmare. I needed it to stop. “No,” I found myself yelling out of my slumber. My heart was racing. The machines attached to my body were going crazy with their loud noises blasting through the room. It must have alerted a nurse as I found her running into my ward. She looked at me, and how I lay half sitting, trying to understand what was going on. Before I could ask her a question, she gave a slight nod and dashed out, only to return with two other nurses and a doctor who looked like he was in his mid-40s. “You are finally awake Miss uh,” he trailed off, trying to look down into his worksheet for my name. But I saved him the stress of completing his sentence,

Kiara’s POVThe ride to the Manor was a good one. From the music blasting through the speakers to Ryder singing along and acting like a teenager, to me giggling at him because this was the first time he dropped the Alpha regalia and acted his age. A sight to behold. When he stopped to get ice cream like he promised, he wore his high-pitched accent once more. “Why do you keep doing that,” I said to him while I was trying to gasp for air from laughing at his fake accent. “Because it makes you laugh so loud,” he answered as he stared into my eyes. We both gazed at each other for a while before we were distracted by the voice of the waiter who called out signaling that our order was ready. “Thank you,” Ryder said to him. “Do I know you from somewhere?” the waiter asked, directing his question to Ryder. “You sure don’t,” Ryder responded, wearing his accent once more. Before he rolled up his window and tightened his seatbelt. “You just lied to that young man back there, didn’