All Chapters of Pursuing My Rejected Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ElanaThe throne room feels like it could swallow me whole. It is not the first time I have been to the royal palace, but this time feels different. It feels like the weight of the world rests on this single moment. Tall marble pillars stretch up into shadow, banners of the royal house draped in gold and crimson. At the far end, King Julian sits on a high-backed throne, his expression carved from stone. Around him, nobles whisper like restless birds.I keep my chin up, though my palms are slick. Victor stands to my right, Damon to my left, their shoulders tense, their wolves radiating unease. Between us, Gabby clutches my hand, small fingers tight around mine.“Alpha Victor,” the herald calls. “Of the Midsummer Pack.”Victor steps forward and bows low. Damon mirrors him, slower, less polished, but still respectful. I do the same, praying the trembling in my knees isn’t visible.The King’s eyes flick over us, pausing when they land on Gabby. His brows rise, just slightly. “And this?

ElanaThe guest chambers the King assigns to us are quiet, too quiet after the storm of the throne room. Damon and Victor hover in the doorway, unsure of what to do. I sit on the floor in front of the bed, with Gabby in my lap. She clings to my chest but doesn’t take her eyes off her cousin. She is curious. Nico sits on the edge of the bed, small shoulders hunched, his fists knotted in the fabric of his shirt. His cheeks are blotchy, his eyes red from crying. Every so often, he hiccups, trying to stifle it, trying to be brave.My heart cracks. I want to reach for him, to tell him he’s safe now, that he doesn’t have to be afraid anymore. But each time my hand moves closer, he flinches, scooting back until his spine presses against the headboard. His wide eyes flick to me like I’m another threat.I stop, swallowing hard. I don’t want him to be scared, not of me. Not of any of us. He deserves better than the life he has been dealt, but I don’t know how to make him see that. Even

Elana POVThe courtyard is crowded, the air thick with anticipation. Warriors line the walls, nobles murmur at the edges, and the scent of smoke clings to everything. I stand near the back, my hands clenched at my sides, wishing I could be anywhere but here.I don’t want to see this. I don’t want her blood on my hands, even if she deserves it.Victor and Damon tried to convince me not to come. They begged me to stay within the borders of the Midsummer Pack, but I have to be here. I need to see this through to the end. If I see her die, maybe I can stop looking over my shoulder at every turn. Maybe I can finally feel at peace. The guards drag Lara into the square. Shackles bite into her wrists and ankles, her hair wild, her eyes wide with rage. For a moment, she still looks like the girl I grew up with, the sister who used to stand taller than me, sneering down with superiority. But then she thrashes, screaming obscenities, and the illusion shatters.The King’s voice rings out ove

ElanaThe throne room is colder today.Or maybe it’s just me, nerves twisting so tightly in my stomach that every step toward the dais feels like a climb up a mountain. The noble crowd fills the chamber and whispers under their breaths. They are taking bets on whether the king will bless the bond between my mates and me, or if he will make me choose.Victor’s shoulder brushes mine as we walk side by side, Damon just behind us. Nico clings to Gabby, their small hands linked, her braid swinging as she half-drags him forward. He looks pale, but at least he doesn’t flinch at her touch.The herald’s voice cuts through the air. “Alpha Victor of the Midsummer Pack. Alpha Damon of the Moonshine Pack. Luna Elana.”We reach the dais and bow. My knees nearly buckle, but I force them to hold.King Julian leans forward on his throne, his eyes sharp as blades. He surveys us in silence for a long, terrible moment. My pulse thunders in my ears.Then his voice rolls through the chamber like thunder.

Elana POVThe pack house is quiet. Everyone has fallen asleep long ago, but I can’t seem to. I sit in my room, the moonlight pouring across the floorboards. My hands twist in my lap as I stare at the wall, waiting for the weight of this day to crush me.Instead, there’s a knock. Low. Hesitant.Before I can answer, the door opens. Victor steps inside, followed closely by Damon. Both of them look tired, but content with what has happened over the past few weeks. “Elana,” Victor says, his voice rough. “We need to talk.”I nod, my throat too tight for words. This is it. It’s the moment where they tell me I have to choose, even though the king told me I could have them both. They cross the room together. For once, there’s no tension in their steps, no invisible line drawn between them. Damon leans against the wall, arms crossed, but his gaze is steady on me. Victor stands close enough that I can feel the heat of his skin pressing against mine.“We’ve been fools,” Victor says. “Fightin