All Chapters of Rejected by my Alpha, the Moon goddess chose me.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I turned away from May’s cold dismissal, my jaw tight, fists clenched. The air around me thickened, the afternoon breeze blew solemnly and the mountains were peaceful. Since it has gotten to this, my good now seems like reproach before May, it’s best I let her be. Nyra should do whatever she likes, I muttered. Before I could take another step, I heard her voice. Turning around, there she was—Nyra, in her full twisted beauty. Her long black dress fluttered as if caught in a storm only she could summon. Beside her stood two shadowed figures, horrible and reeking of death.“We had a deal but you went ahead to blurt everything out to May, now do you see how stupid you look?” She continued, her voice purring from the distance.“We had no deal! All you did was threaten me and I told you clearly that I don’t succumb to threats!” I yelled. “Your mouth is sharper than your sword, let me see how far you can go dear Alpha,” she uttered laughing loudlyMy eyes raged furiously, as one of the a

The ritual chamber felt much colder than the rest of Northwoods. The stone walls felt alive, due to the presence breeding in this particular chamber. Serene yet unreal. Torches flickered along the circular walls, their flames trembling in the air, as if aware of the upcoming storm or uncanny possibility.Aether was the first to step inside, his broad shoulders obstructing the entrance until I managed to slip past him. Aria was already making her way to the center dais, her cloak trailing behind her magnificently. Right in the middle of the dais I saw the bottle, it looked well sealed with Shadowed force—Elira’s force. Which if bridged can get the bottle broken, stolen, or misplaced. The presence of the bottle was heavy, almost like it had its own heartbeat. “Elira’s spirit is under siege,” Aria began, as she got close to the ancient bottle, her voice sharp and urgent. “We need to protect her before Nyra’s father breaks her will.”I swallowed hard and stepped closer. “What do you nee

Luckily for me, the last shard of mirror wasn’t far and hard to find. I almost thought I would have to go through the same process again, but thankfully I didn’t. It was stuck far beneath the mountain as if heading to the west, close to Stormfang— Andrew’s pack. By the time I made it back to my room, every muscle in my body felt like it was on fire. I haven’t rested properly and on my face, stress was clearly written. The shards of the mirror were sitting on my desk, faintly glowing and almost buzzing with energy. I couldn’t help but run my fingers over them, feeling a strange warmth pulse through my skin. This was it—the beginning of the invocation to summon the First Vessel’s spirit.I barely had a moment to draw the first symbol on the floor when the air shifted.It wasn’t the typical unease that came with Nyra’s magic nearby; this felt heavier, sharper. It was as if the entire Northwoods pack was holding its breath.Then the first scream cut through the tension.The frame of my

The candlelight flickered gently in my quiet room, casting playful shadows on the walls. My muscles were sore, and I still felt pain from the constant battles and the strike I got from Nyra's father’s assassins. But somehow, I felt good—the kind that comes from fighting for what I cherish most. I sprawled out on the soft mattress, still buzzing from the battle, my mind caught between the pain and the pride of it all.Then the door creaked open. I didn't even have to look; I could feel him there.AetherWithout saying a word, he crossed the room and lifted me into his arms. I melted against him, just like I always did. He settled on the edge of the bed, cradling me tenderly. His warm, strong hands began to massage my shoulders, tracing down my back. I sighed, leaning into his touch, feeling the tension all over my body ease a bit."You've changed," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Stronger, fiercer, and braver."I turned my head to look at him. "You make it sound like that's

The moon hung low over the top of the trees, casting a silver glow across the forest. My boots crunched through the damp leaves with every step I made. Bold and purposeful. Next to me, was Laziel as he scanned through the shadows, his nose twitching as he perceived old, stale, or useless scents. Laziel has this raw talent of finding someone or something with his sense of smell. It was he, who led us to the Ridge when Maybel was kidnapped. “We’ve been at this for hours,” he said, though he didn’t sound like he was complaining I could sense he was growing tired. “If May’s dad doesn’t want to be found, he’s making damn sure we don’t.”I clenched my jaw so tight it hurt. “I don’t care how far he’s gone. If Maybel dies because of him, he’ll wish he had stayed dead.”The search continued, leading us deep into the woods, past crumbling ruins where the air smelled like rot, and across the edges of forbidden lands where the trees grew twisted like claws. Each empty spot we got to only fuel