All Chapters of Rejected by my Alpha, the Moon goddess chose me.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“You might be the Vessel, May… but I’m the Key.” Nyra’s whisper lingered in my mind as the smoke she vanished into slowly dissipated.The altar chamber felt alive, cracked open. There was a throb of power in the air. Something ancient has been woken, and it was scary. There’s more to Nyra than I had imagined.Melina sat beside me as we both lay on the floor, slumped and covered in a pool of her blood, she was wounded. She looks so small now. Ashamed. Broken.“She used me,” she murmured. “And I let her.” I didn’t respond right away. I just stared at her short for words. Rage, betrayal, heartbreak… they all tangled up inside me.“You were my sister,” I said gently. “You knew what Ceryn did to me. You knew what Castillo did, yet you still chose them? So what use is this last-minute defense, this medicine after death when everything is spoiled already?”Her lip quivered. “I thought I was protecting you.” “No!” I replied. “You were protecting yourself. You were being self-centered, incons

I stumbled back into the main hall where Aether and Seer Aria were waiting, my heart racing with panic.“There’s another one,” I gasped. “She was… she looked just like me.”Aria froze in shock“She’s not a ghost,” I quickly added. “She spoke to me. She threatened me too, she looked real.”Aria closed her eyes and whispered, “The mirror didn’t just wake your shadow. It summoned your counterpart.”Aether frowned, clearly confused. “What does that even mean?” “It means,” Aria said slowly, “there are now two Vessels on the same path. And only one of you can wield the Moon’s power.”I swallowed hard. “So is it a situation where we fight?”Aria lowered her voice, almost in a whisper. “No May, it’s a war.”I stared at Aether and at Aria dumbfounded by what I just heard. How did the mirror awaken someone who doesn’t just look like me but my replica? Is this still all Nyra’s plan? –––Later that evening, I needed to get some fresh air, so I slipped out to the edge of the training ground, ben

“There are three…”“One Bearer. One Breaker. One Binder.”Those were Aria’s words.But when my fingers brushed the blood-red stone on the altar, I didn't see three paths; I saw just one.And I was right in the middle of it.“She’s the Binder,” someone murmured behind me.“No, the Breaker,” another echoed.Aria frowned, her gaze pinned on the glowing stone under my hand. She stepped closer, lifting my wrist and lightly tracing over the crescent-shaped birthmark I’d always kept hidden.Her voice turned sharp and certain. “No… she’s more than just the Binder.”“What?” Aether asked, looking confused.“She’s the Bearer.”Everyone turned to look at me.Aria locked eyes with me. “The Breaker and Binder were created from the Mirror’s illusion. But May… May is the Vessel. The only one born of true blood. She carries the light of the last existing Vessel—her great-grandmother.”Andrew inhaled sharply, breaking the silence he asked. “So the others?”“Fakes,” Aria interrupted coldly. “The mirror

Castillo’s POV.She remained exactly how I’d left her— stunning yet dangerous, and full of deceit.*Ceryn.*I was seated outside my pack entrance, contemplating recent occurrences. It has been a handful. Then suddenly, an intel hurriedly came in and reported that there had been traces of Ceryn heading towards the north. Apparently, I haven’t seen or heard about her for weeks now. So when the wolves who supported her were cast away from the pack upon my return and recovery, and were said to be gathered by the western walls towards Stormfang, I had sent some men to watch out for Ceryn.Because I already know, the reason she’s been distant is to strike again when no one is watching, and this time I won’t let her be. I will fight her with everything that I’ve got. For betraying me, slandering and almost dethroning me. Seeing her challenge May —the woman who’s supposed to be my rightful Luna, hatred and anger brewed inside me.I used to fantasize about her cute face. Now, all I could se

The shattered mirror bled, silver blood thick and glowy, like moonlight melted with thick fire. And then came that jagged reflection, the 2nd vessel staring back at me.Not calm, not composed. But grinning — with sharp fangs that hadn’t been there before.“Hello, sister.”I instinctively stepped back, feeling power flare beneath my skin.“Elira,” I whispered, tapping the band on my wrist trying to connect to the binder while looking for confirmation. “Are you seeing this?” No response, not even a sound.The breaker reflection shifted — not like a normal mirror echo. No, she turned her head, watching me like I was her prey.“I thought I’d give you a head start,” she said, her voice echoing from the glass. “To make you feel strong or important.”She grinned wider. “But the truth is, you’ve always been a mistake, starting from your birth, your rejected bond, and up until now, you’re just the Moon’s favorite mistakeThen the case where the bleeding piece of mirror was, shattered complete