บททั้งหมดของ Rise of the rejected Luna : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Kiara’s POV Months flew by like seconds after my return. Everything felt right, there was peace, joy, happiness, and no conflict in the pack. No wars, no harassments, no rogue attacks. When Brandon and Ryder broke the news to me about who I truly am, a hybrid, everything began to make absolute sense. Me not being able to manifest my wolf and my strange powers that overwhelm my being. “Will I be able to have a wolf?” I asked, glancing at both of them. “We can’t say for sure sweetness, but we believe you will,” Brandon answered calmly. “Hopefully I do. There is no one whose Luna is wolfless,” I said in a low tone. “That is the least of my worries,” Ryder reassured me, and that melted my heart taking all of my worries out. The festival of Ryder’s coronation anniversary is fast approaching and as scared as I am of participating in the ceremony, I know I need to be there. Heck, he is my mate. I have noticed that the behavior and responses to me have lessened. Some acted a littl

Kiara’s POV Ismelida did not tell a ounce of lie about how crowded the retreat could be. The venue was filled with women, women of every age group, all shapes and sizes, women of dazzling complexions. Every single lady in here screamed Beauty and the little girls who ran over the place, playing around in joy and wide smiles made the gathering complete. “One day, you will get your mini you. So you could watch them run over the place,” Ismelida whispered to me drawing my attention from watching the little girls play around. “Oh please, I am still a maid in the Manor,” I replied. “A maid whom the Alpha and Beta are crazy about,” she contradicted. I was about to speak in response to what she had said earlier but was distracted by the voice of an elderly lady, “Gather around for your meal packs ladies.” “We should go help out with sharing the packs,” I suggested to Ismelida. She squinted at me for a moment before she responded, “How lucky our pack is. A humble and loving Lu

Bradon’s POV Ryder has been claiming Kiara as his since we got her back from Jason’s captivity. Always calling her my queen, my Luna, my princess. Right in front of me not caring I am her mate as well, and also his Beta. I know Kiara being my mate won’t make her luna, but he does not have to rub it in each time by calling her his Luna. I met her first, I fell in love with her first, and I accepted her for who she really is right before he even got the chance to look at her path. I owned her first. My wolf has been angry, jealous, and annoyed. It seemed like they were building a connection without me. It felt like they did not care if I was around any longer, they just acted like I was non-existent. At dinner days ago when I left angrily, I heard the conversation between Ryder and Kiara. I heard she wanted to come along immediately after I left to check up on me which softened my heart, but Ryder asked her to sit right back. And she just obeyed? That annoyed me more. I know Ryder

“Hey, Kiara. Do you know her? Answer me!” Ismelida’s voice broke out, waking me up from my trance. I stared at Erina still on the ground. I remembered how she mocked me, how she laughed at my face, how she collected my mate and told me I deserve nothing but being a slave. Her actions from the past swept across my eyes. I remembered everything vividly. “Yes, I do,” I responded to Ismelida shallowly. “Who the heck is she?” Ismelida questioned with irritation laced in her voice. “My si.. She is my step-sister,” I replied to her. “Kiara, you had never called me that before. I am your sister, Kiara,” Erina said to me while crying much more than before. “Remember your words to be before I was sold out as a slave?” I questioned her angrily. She returned to bow her head once more and I said aloud, “Right, of course you will. After all, you are the smartest one.” I noticed a small crowd forming around us and I didn’t want anything escalating or any reports reaching Ryder or Bra

“This will suit her perfectly,” I whispered holding a silk dress up. I have been hunting for a dress that would fit her as we do not wear the same size in clothes. Here I was, back to catering for Erina. Sighing I placed the dress on the bed, right in time as she stepped out of the bathroom. “How do you feel?” I asked her, genuinely concerned about her.“Better than I have been in a while,” she answered, providing me with a soft weary smile. “Here is your dress,” I said to her, handing her the hanger that contained the dress. “You can go into the bathroom to change. Oh, and here is a new pair of underwear,” I added. She collected them and said her thank yous before walking right back into the bathroom. I couldn’t help but notice the marks of whips that were on her back when she returned to the bathroom. Some of the marks were healed while some were fresh. What is going on with her? What the heck happened to Erina? My phone vibrated in my pocket distracting my mind from th