All Chapters of MOONBORN: THE REJECTED MATE'S RISE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kael's POV They rose like ghosts from the cracked earth.Their eyes glowing red, and their claws scraping stone.One by one, the shadows took shape—some human, some wolf, all twisted. They didn’t breathe. They didn’t blink. They just watched and waited for a command that hadn’t yet come.I watched from a far distance, hidden among blackened trees, as the Moon Queen’s ruined temple trembled in the distance.Aria was down there. But she had no idea what was coming.She always thought she was the chosen one. The Luna of prophecy. The Alpha was born to bring balance.But the balance is a lie. Because power doesn’t share a throne. And if she was destined to rule with three mates… then I would be the one who took that crown and made it my own.I left before they could sense me. My power was still masked in illusion, still hidden by the pact I’d made.The Forbidden Mire was days away, deep within cursed lands where light didn’t touch and wolves lost their minds to whispers. But I didn’t ne

Aria's POV I was disturbed by he baby crying again last night.Not the usual cry he does, no hunger, no pain, no fear. But this one was coming very soft, like a question whispered to the stars. I was falling asleep when I heard it, but the sound snapped me awake. As she lay in her cradle, even though her eyes were closed, her tiny hands were moving through the air like she was tracing something that only she could see. Then I saw it.Suddenly, a soft glow shimmered above the wall close to her. Moonlight spilled through the cracked window, but it didn’t fall in straight lines. It curved, danced and moved in shapes formed. With some strange, curling sigils like the ones I’d only seen in forbidden books, it was in dusty corners, that of ruined temples. There were symbols that stirred something deep in my chest, something that made my skin prickle and my breath catch.She was drawing with the moonlight at that moment which I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Her small fingers twisted slowly, as t

Lilith’s POVThe mire never sleeps.It breathes so slow and thick, like a dying god, choking on fog and secrets. Every branch hangs low with dripping moss. Every root tries to trip you, as if the land itself wants you gone. But not me. The mire knows me now. It listens, and it's waiting.I step carefully through the mud, deeper into the trees, where no light dares shine. Behind me, the child follows. He’s no older than seven, small and pale, with the silver eyes of a pureblood werewolf.He doesn’t speak. He doesn't ask where we’re going. But he kept following, and he knows.His kind always does. He’s the last of his clan. Magnus wiped out the rest, and he thinks he broke them all.He didn’t break me.The moon is very low tonight—red as old blood, swollen with hunger. My fingers tighten around the bone-hilted dagger at my side. It pulses with heat, eager for the work ahead.We reach the altar just as the fog clears. It’s an old thing—black stone split with cracks, sunken into the earth

Aria’s POVLilith had sent her.She’d reached the capital first. The storm broke at dawn.As rain slid down the palace windows like tears that had waited too long to fall. I stood beside the cradle, watching my daughter sleep. Her breath was soft. Her fingers curled around a strand of moonlight.Something had changed; I felt it in my bones as my body became colder in the wind. In her heartbeat.Suddenly, a knock echoed loudly at the door.Cato answered it with a hand already on his blade. I turned, expecting another summons from the council or another message soaked in half-truths and political poison.But it wasn’t a messenger. It was her.The Seer, who just appears like a ghost.Older now. Thinner. Her eyes clouded over with blindness, her once-dark hair now bone white. But I’d know that presence anywhere. She smelled of wild herbs and dust. Her feet were bare. And her voice, when she spoke—was nothing but wind wrapped in memory. She walked majestically inside.“She sees me,” she wh

Aria’s POV The quietness became like the world was a different thing. It started the night after Kael nearly died.The palace was really quiet, but not in a peaceful way—more like the world was holding its breath, I was waiting for the next fire to fall as I couldn’t sleep. My magic felt restless under my skin, like it wanted to leave me. The bond I shared with Kael had flared to life again when I poured my Luna energy into him, but it wasn’t the only bond tugging at me now.Elias, Dorian, and Cato.Something inside had shifted. We weren’t just allies anymore. We weren’t even just lovers or bonded Alphas. We were connected in ways no bloodline scroll or council oath could explain.And that night, I was pulled into a dream unlike any I’d known.A soul-room.That’s what Elias called it later. A space made of memory, emotion, and magic—a place where truth walked unhidden, and no one could wear masks. The first bond to call me in was his.Standing in a forest of silver and taller trees,