All Chapters of Rejected and Claimed By The Alpha Hockey Stars : Chapter 181 - Chapter 189

Luna’s POVThe magical whirlwind continues swirling around the room, and I watch in amazement as the wounds from Jaxon’s touch on my wolf legs begin healing instantly. The bullet holes that have been causing me pain for hours suddenly close up completely, leaving no trace that they ever existed.But my relief is short-lived. Coach Margret recovers quickly from his surprise and approaches me with a large ceremonial knife, his eyes blazing with determination.“If one set of wounds heals, I’ll just make new ones,” he snarls, raising the blade above my other leg.Before I can try to move away or protect myself, he brings the knife down hard, stabbing deeply into my right leg. The pain is absolutely deafening, far worse than anything I experienced from Jaxon’s bullets or the ritual cuts.I scream so loudly that my voice echoes off the stone walls, and I struggle desperately against the chains holding me down. But the metal restraints are too strong, and my partial transformation hasn’t giv

Luna’s POVI wake up slowly, my consciousness returning gradually like emerging from deep water. The first thing I notice is that I’m lying in a soft, comfortable bed instead of chained to a cold stone floor. The relief that washes over me is so intense it almost brings tears to my eyes.The second thing I notice is the warm, familiar presence of people sitting nearby. My heart immediately begins to calm from the rapid, fearful beating it’s maintained since I was kidnapped.When I open my eyes fully, I see Alex, Dominic, and Liam sitting in chairs around what appears to be a hospital or medical facility bed. The sight of their faces makes something tight in my chest finally loosen.They’re here. They’re safe. We’re all safe.All three of them look exhausted, with dark circles under their eyes like they haven’t slept in days, but their faces break into smiles when they see me looking at them. The genuine joy and relief in their expressions tells me everything I need to know about how w

Luna’s POVI look around at my three mates and my best friend, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. The threat from Liam’s father isn’t going to disappear on its own, and I refuse to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.“We need to go to him before he comes to us,” I announce firmly. “If we wait, he’ll have time to plan another attack or hire more people to help him.”“Luna’s right,” Alex agrees. “We have the advantage right now because he doesn’t know his partners have been defeated. If we move quickly, we can catch him off guard.”“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Dominic asks me with concern. “You just got your wolf back, and we don’t know how dangerous he might be on his own.”“I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been,” I reply, and I can feel the truth of that statement in every fiber of my being. “Whatever my mother did to protect me, it’s made me more powerful than before.”Liam’s expression becomes dark and conflicted. “There’s somethi

Luna’s POVThe drive back to Dominic’s family estate feels surreal after everything we’ve just been through. I sit in the backseat between Alex and Liam, with Dominic driving and his father in the passenger seat. The silence in the car is heavy but not uncomfortable, we’re all processing what just happened and the fact that the nightmare is finally over.When we pull into the driveway, I notice light spills from every window of the house, and I can see movement inside that suggests someone has been busy preparing for our return.“Dad,” Dominic says as we get out of the car, “did you ask someone to prepare the house for us?”Dominic’s father looks slightly embarrassed as he leads us toward the front door. “I may have called ahead and asked the staff to prepare a proper meal. After everything you’ve all been through tonight, I thought you deserved something better.”We enter the house, the smell of roasted chicken, fresh bread, and various side dishes fills my nostrils. The dining room

Luna’s POVI stand in front of the full-length mirror in our spacious bedroom, smoothing down my daughter’s tiny blue dress as she squirms with excitement in my arms. The morning sunlight streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow over everything and making this birthday morning feel even more magical.At three years old, little Rachel has my dark hair but her father’s bright eyes, through which father, we’ve never been quite sure. Not that it matters. All three of my mates adore her equally, and she has wrapped each of them around her tiny finger in ways that make my heart swell with love.“Mama, Aunt Cassie come today?” Rachel asks for the tenth time this morning, her small hands patting my cheeks with the impatience.“Yes, sweetheart,” I tell her, kissing her forehead and breathing in that sweet baby scent that still clings to her hair. “Aunt Cassie and Emma are coming for your birthday party.”The mention of Emma, Cassie’s daughter who’s just a few months younger than