All Chapters of The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV As the sun rose over our camp, casting a golden light on the weary but determined faces of my warriors, I sensed a profound shift in the atmosphere. The battle against the Black Faes had tested our limits, but it had also fortified our bonds in ways I had never anticipated. Standing among my comrades, I felt an overwhelming sense of purpose. We were not merely survivors; we were champions of our own destiny, ready to carve a future free from the shadows that had haunted us for too long.In the days that followed our victory, we focused on healing and rebuilding. Each warrior played a crucial role, whether it involved tending to the wounded, repairing our defenses, or strategizing for the future. I watched as Eden took on more responsibility, his confidence blossoming as he trained with the younger warriors and shared the lessons he had learned from our battles. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I felt pride swell in my chest as I observed him become a leader amo

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV As the blinding light of our combined magic surged forward, it felt as though time itself had momentarily paused. The air crackled with energy, and I could sense the fear in the hearts of the Black Faes as they faltered under the brilliance of our unity. The shadows they had wielded so confidently began to dissipate, unraveling in the face of our collective strength. In that moment, I could see Baddy's wicked grin falter, replaced by a grimace of disbelief and fear. His dark energy, once powerful and overwhelming, was now being consumed by the light we had conjured. It was a sight that filled me with both exhilaration and resolve; we were not merely fighting for survival anymore; this was a stand for hope, family, and the future we cherished."Now! Push forward!" I commanded, my voice a beacon of authority over the chaos. I could feel the energy of my warriors surging alongside me, their determination palpable. They were not just fighting as individuals but as a

The days following the battle were a blur of activity and reflection. The camp buzzed with energy as we worked tirelessly to rebuild and strengthen our defenses. The victory over the Black Faes had bolstered our spirits, but the lingering sense of unease kept us on edge. We knew the darkness was not vanquished-it was merely regrouping, biding its time for another assault.My son Eden and I spent hours together, training and refining our magic. His growth was remarkable, and I could see the leader he was becoming. His confidence shone through in every spell he cast, every decision he made. He was no longer just my son; he was a warrior, a protector of our people.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the camp, I called a meeting with my husband the Alpha King Jason and also Kael, and Isolde. We gathered around the central fire, the flames flickering against the growing darkness. "We need to be proactive," I began, my voice steady but filled with u

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV**The goddess's song was a serpent-smooth, seductive, coiled in the marrow of our bones. It began in whispers: a hum beneath the wind, a sigh in the rustle of leaves. By the time we recognized its pull, it had already sunk fangs into the pack.The first to falter was Kael. I found him at dusk, staring into the forest with milky eyes, his claws buried in the trunk of an oak. "Can't you hear her?" he rasped. "She's *everywhere*." Blood dripped from his ears as he tore at the bark, carving jagged runes only he understood.Isolde called it the *Eclipse Sickness*. "The goddess's melody is a key," she warned, her hands trembling as she scrubbed Kael's symbols from the walls. "It's unlocking something primal in us-memories, hungers, *regrets*."Eden, ever resilient, scoffed. "We survived the Crone. This is just noise." But that night, I caught him kneeling by the grove, his palms pressed to the earth. Rhydian stood guard, his new scar flickering like a muted star. "It'

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV**The silence after the storm was a liar.Three days after Selene's failed coup, the first plague bloomed. Not rot or ruin, but something far crueler: *memory*. Wolves began collapsing mid-hunt, convulsing as visions of ancestors they'd never met flooded their minds. A young warrior named Lira clawed her eyes out, screaming about a fire that burned the Silverclaw forests a century past. Another drowned himself in the river, begging forgiveness for a massacre his great-grandfather had committed.Isolde called it *the Echo*. "The Veil isn't just stable-it's *amplifying*," she said, her fingers trembling as she unspooled threads of magic from a victim's aura. "Every sin, every secret... it's all bleeding through."Rhydian, still hollowed from sacrificing the First Pack's essence, stared at his scarless chest. "This isn't the Veil's doing. It's *hers*."He didn't need to name the goddess. I felt her coiled in my marrow, smug as a cat with a sparrow's wing between it