บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Luna，The Hidden Heiress: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Daniella's POV I had to immediately inform Prince Ethan that Selene had gone to Nightshade Pack because I couldn't keep the information hidden.He was so mad at me for letting her go, so as soon as he gave me the order, I didn’t waste a second.I shifted into my wolf form, letting the familiar crack of bones and heat of power wash over me. My claws hit the ground running. My sole objective was to follow the princess and make sure she was safe.Selene had really gone to Victor’s territory, and she wasn’t thinking straight. She never did when it came to him, and I knew that better than anyone.I tried to stay hidden in the trees, careful not to draw attention. If Victor’s guards spotted me, they wouldn’t hesitate to attack first and ask questions later.But none of that mattered when I caught Selene's scent. I followed it through the thick forest, along the cracked stone paths, past the packhouses. My heart hammered harder with every step.When I arrived at Victor’s mansion, I quickly

Selene's POV Ever since I left the Nightshade Pack with Daniella, I had been drowning in sorrow. No matter how much I told myself to let it go, my heart kept returning to the same moment. The second Victor looked me in the eye and refused to answer my question about rejecting Camilla.He could make promises, kiss me, beg until his throat bled—none of it mattered if he hadn’t rejected her.He had only exiled her, as if driving her out of the pack meant severing their connection. But they were still bound. And that bond wasn’t just a detail, it was everything.If he truly loved me like he said, why didn’t he break it? Why didn’t he reject her?His touches still lingered on my skin. His whispers echoed in my mind every night I closed my eyes. I hated myself for how much I still wanted him. I hated how easily I melted when he pulled me close.I hated him for making it so hard to forget.But more than anything, I hated the weakness in me because I was supposed to be cold and numb towards

Selene's POV The first thing I felt was the cold.It crept under my skin, slow and sharp, like tiny needles pressing into every part of me. My wrists burned, not just from the tight grip of the chains, but from the awful sting of silver.I tried to move, but I couldn’t.Panic overwhelmed me as I twisted and pulled, only to feel the cruel tug of the silver digging into my skin. My ankles were tied too, and something covered my eyes—a thick cloth, rough like a rag. I couldn’t see anything.“Hello?” My voice was hoarse, small, nothing like the Luna I was supposed to be.There was no response.I tried to reach out to my wolf, begging her to respond, to move, to feel something… but she was silent.My heart started racing, and I could barely breathe.Where was she? And where the hell was I?The ground beneath me was concrete, wet and cold. The air smelled like rust, mold, and something foul. The scent of piss hung in the air. My body shivered as the chill soaked into my bones. Somewhere c

Selene's POV Before I could even answer Victor’s question—before I could even think of what to say—Anthony stepped closer to me and placed himself between Victor and I, like a human shield. He then looked Victor dead in the eyes.Victor acted quickly, not hesitating for a moment. One second, he was glaring at me, his chest heaving with rage. The next, he delivered a powerful punch to Anthony’s face, sending him flying backwards. Anthony landed on the ground hard, his head snapping to the side. "Victor!" I screamed, pushing him with all the strength I had left. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"Victor didn’t even stumble. His eyes burned, locked onto Anthony like he wanted to tear him apart. "He doesn’t get to stand near you like that." "Like what?" I snapped. "He was just trying to protect me from you!" Anthony groaned as he pushed himself up, a trickle of blood running from his lip. "I’m fine, Selene," he muttered, wiping his mouth. But I wasn’t far from fine. I was furious.

Selene's POV The next morning, the loud and sudden knocking on my door startled me awake. "Selene? Are you there? Open up!" Melissa's voice was sharp with worry. I dragged myself out of bed, wincing as the movement pulled at my bruises. When I opened the door, Melissa's eyes went straight to my wrists and her face twisted in fury. "Those witches," she hissed as she stormed inside. "Vanessa and Camilla… I swear, if I ever get my hands on them…" "Mel, it's fine," I muttered, but my voice cracked. "Fine? What do you mean fine? Look at you!" She grabbed my arms gently, her fingers trembling as she traced the red marks. "Sit down. Now." I obeyed. She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a small jar of ointment. The moment she smoothed it over my burns, the pain eased a little. "Here, drink this," she ordered, shoving a cup of tea into my hands. "It'll help you relax and sleep better." I took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through me. "Thank you." Melissa sat beside me, her jaw