All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Rebirth: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ellie's POVEveryone around fell silent, not daring to speak. The usual chatter and laughter of the courtyard died away as all eyes turned to us. Students who had been walking by stopped in their tracks, sensing the tension in the air.Dominic's expression stayed neutral, but I noticed tension in hi

Ellie's POVThe dean blinked in surprise, then quickly recovered with a relieved smile."Ah, so that's it! Miss Ellie must have been trying to avoid trouble from Lucas's exes and admirers, hiding it until the last minute." He chuckled, clearly pleased to have the problem resolved. "Well, it just so

Ellie's POVPanic began to set in as I realized the true scope of my situation. I had thought that as long as I didn't dance with Dominic, I'd be safe from forming the mate bond. But my wolf's revelation changed everything.If I wanted to avoid being bound to Dominic forever, I had to escape the cer

Ellie POVBy the time I step onto campus the next morning, I can feel it—the staring. It hits me like a wall.Eyes tracking me from lockers, from water fountains, from behind stupid iced coffees. Whispers flutter down the hall like confetti someone forgot to sweep.I tug my bag higher on my shoulder, pretending I don’t notice any of them, but my stomach twists tight. Calm down. There’s no reason they should know anything. Dominic wouldn’t have told anyone—mostly because admitting we were paired would of course bruise his ego, not mine.He practically picked Vivian anyways. I was just some plaything.Gods, I hated him.Still, even if he didn’t say anything… scent changes could travel fast. If the bond was that strong, maybe they could smell it on me. Us. Whatever.Great. Drama served fresh before first period. And with the school's tradition of the Mate Course coming up? Oh, that’ll be fun. Nothing screams humiliation like being forced to sit through a lecture on “marking etiquette.”B

Ellie POV By the time evening rolls around, my brain feels like it’s been wrung out like a rag. School had been a circus—whispers, stares, people pretending they weren’t looking directly at my neck as if a glowing bond mark might suddenly appear. That’s not how that works but it sure felt like it.