All Chapters of Pursuing My Rejected Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elana POVVictor doesn’t move. Damon doesn’t either. The air between them is suffocating, thick with unspoken threats. They might be two different sides of the same coin, but the one thing they share is their ability to be the most stubborn men on the planet. Their eyes are locked on me, both waiting for me to make a decision. I lift my chin, forcing strength into my voice. “I won’t be dragged back to the packhouse. And I won’t run to Damon either. I decide where Gabby and I belong.”Victor’s nostrils flare, but he reins himself in. His voice is low, dangerous. “If you refuse me, you’re refusing protection. Don’t blame me when she gets hurt.”The words stab, because he’s right. I can’t protect Gabby from everything, no matter how much I want to believe I can. I hate to believe that choosing Gabby’s protection means choosing one of them. Fear travels up my spine, and I am unable to shake myself free from it. “Don’t twist this,” Damon snaps. “You abandoned them once. You don’t get

Victor POVI stand on the porch of the pack house, willing myself to go inside. This place used to be my safe haven, but I don’t feel the comfort I once did. It has been tainted with the memories of what I used to have. Axel prowls restlessly in my mind, unsettled by Elana’s scent still clinging to me. He wants me to go back to find her, to tell her the truth. But I can’t do that. Not when I don’t know the truth myself.Inside, voices carry through the main hall. I follow the sound into the dining room and freeze.Lara is there, draped in silk again, her golden hair swept into curls. The table is spread with papers, swatches of fabric, and a glittering tiara laid out like a crown. She looks up at me with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.“You’re late,” she purrs, as though we share something private. “I’ve been planning.”My gut twists. “Planning what?”“Our wedding, of course.” She gestures to the mess on the table as if it’s obvious. “The royal family will want a date soon n

Elana POVI’m standing in the forest, moonlight dripping through the branches, silver shadows painting the ground at my feet. The air hums with energy, my skin prickling as though the woods themselves are alive.A sound stirs behind me. Low, steady footsteps, and the scent of sandalwood stirs around me. Damon.His warmth presses close before I can turn, his breath ghosting against my ear. “You shouldn’t be here alone,” he murmurs, voice rough with something that isn’t quite warning.I shiver. “I’m not.”Because another presence is already there, slipping out of the trees like a god walking on the earth.Victor.His blue eyes glow, his wolf lingering too near the surface, restrained but dangerous. His gaze pins me in place, heavy enough to steal my breath.Fear spreads along my spine as I search the trees for anyone who might see us together. Victor tilts my face, forcing me to look up into his eyes. “Both of you,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Why are you…”“Because you called us

Victor POVI wasn’t surprised that the elder council called an emergency meeting after the rogue attack, but that doesn’t mean I want to be here. Before I step inside the chambers, I brace myself for what they have to say. When I push the door open, they are all waiting for me. Each one with a grim expression, and I know this isn’t going to be a pleasant meeting. The council chamber smells of smoke and old wood, the walls heavy with portraits of Alphas who never seemed to question themselves. I sit at the head of the long table, with my hands clenched tight enough to ache, while the elders flare in my direction.Elder Ray clears his throat, and spittle flies from his lips. “The royal family has contacted us again, Alpha. They expect a date for your bonding ceremony with Lara.”I can’t tell them the truth. The last time I sat in this position, I was begging them to approve my rejection of Elana. They didn’t understand. As far as everyone was concerned, she was the perfect Luna.

Victor POVThe royal palace looms ahead, all gleaming stone and gilded banners, the kind of grandeur that demands obedience. Axel paces restlessly in my mind as I stride through the marble halls, every guard watching me closely as I pass. I didn’t follow the proper channels. I didn’t call a meeting. In my desperation, I left immediately after the council meeting. I came here to negotiate. To delay. To buy time.But as soon as the doors to the throne chamber swing open, I know there will be no negotiation today.King Julian sits at the head of the chamber, his presence commanding even without words. At his right hand stands Prince Pierre, sharp-eyed and calculating, his gaze already locked on me. And beside him, lounging with infuriating ease, is Alpha Max.My jaw ticks with irritation, but I keep my attention on the king, bowing politely. “Alpha Victor,” King Julian smiles. “What a pleasant surprise. What do we owe the honor?”Keeping my eyes locked on the king, I clear my throat