All Chapters of The Rejected Luna，The Hidden Heiress: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Selene's POV I didn’t even get the chance to move because at that moment, the door suddenly burst open with a loud crack, and Abel stormed in like he owned the room. His eyes were dark and wild, his fists clenched tightly, and his chest was rising and falling like he had just run straight through a storm to get here.For a moment, I held my breath, not because I was afraid of him but because his anger was loud. Loud enough to choke the air.“Where the hell is she?” he growled, stepping in with boots soaked in mud.Leena jumped in front of me so fast I almost missed it. Her arms were outstretched, her body trembling, but her voice came clear.“You don’t get to walk in here like that. You are not welcome here. Get out.”Abel’s head turned toward her slowly, like a wolf noticing a rabbit in its den. “Step aside, girl. I didn’t come here to play nice.”“I don’t fucking care why you came!” she snapped. “You will treat her with respect or you can leave.”The growl that ripped from his che

Victor's POV “You are the most incompetent Alpha I have ever seen.”Selene's words echoed in my head like thunder that refused to stop. They slammed into my chest again and again, each one hurting more than the last.I couldn't even beg her before I walked out of her room. There was no point. Her eyes had been cold, like she had already written me off and was just waiting for the dust to settle.Rain was pouring from the sky as if the heavens had cracked open, but I didn’t run from it. Instead, I welcomed the storm.Each step felt heavier than the last. My clothes stuck to my body, and my boots were soaked through. The guards stared at me, wide-eyed, but I kept walking. I didn’t care. Let them see me like this. Let them gossip.They didn’t know what it felt like to die while still breathing.I kept walking until her next words echoed in my mind again, and this time, they broke me.“You didn’t just break my heart, Victor. You erased who I was.”I stopped right there in the middle of t

Selene's POVFor days, everything around me looked normal and peaceful even. The walls didn’t crumble. The sky didn’t fall. I still ate. I still breathed. I even slept a few hours each night. But deep inside, I felt empty. Like a part of me had gone quiet.I often found myself sitting by the window, staring outside without knowing why. The view never changed. Trees, guards, and servants carrying out their duties. Yet, my eyes kept searching, like they were waiting for something or maybe someone.The memory of Victor walking away in the rain kept crawling back. His clothes soaked. His eyes hollow. His hands shaking like he was holding something delicate and didn’t know how to keep it from falling.He had looked... broken.And still, I reminded myself of what he did. What he allowed. How he watched me shatter and did nothing. That woman, the one who used to beg for his attention, who used to sit by the door and wait… she had died a long time ago.He killed her.Now, only I remained. Jus

Victor's POV The sound of thunder rumbled in the sky, loud enough to shake the windows. Rain crashed hard against the glass as thick steam filled the bathroom, curling around me like a second skin. The water in the tub had gone lukewarm, but my body still felt hot.She stood at the edge of the tub, her skin slick with water, the towel clinging to her curves. Her eyes met mine, dark and hungry, lips parted like she already knew what I wanted. Slowly, without a word, she reached for the knot at her chest and let the towel fall.I was captivated by her beauty, holding my breath as she stepped into the tub. Her body felt familiar and soft. The way her hips curved, the way her hair fell, even the shape of her mouth—it was Selene.As she straddled me, her hands on my shoulders and lips brushing my jaw, a soft moan escaped her throat.My hands moved to her waist before I could think. Heat rushed through me, thick and wild. My fingers dug into her skin, pulling her closer until our chests to

Victor's POV The drizzle fell light and cold on my skin as I stepped outside. The sky was heavy and gray, the kind of sky that carried a warning. My boots sank into the wet ground with each step, but I didn’t slow down. Pack members bowed their heads and murmured greetings as I passed. I didn’t answer. Their voices were far away and my eyes… they were fixed on one place only.In front of me stood my father's residence, still the grandest building in the entire pack. With its stone walls, high windows, and iron gates, it had once been a place of respect. Now it looked like a mask. A palace hiding rot.I stopped in front of the door, rain dripping from my hair, and let out a dry, mocking smile. The house looked proud, but I knew what waited inside.Without bothering to knock, I pushed the door open.The first thing I noticed was the smell. It wasn't the familiar scent of home, but rather rich leather and strong liquor. My steps slowed as my eyes swept the room. In just one month the en