All Chapters of Pursuing My Rejected Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elana POVStanding in the doorway to the ballroom, I try to breathe deeply. The light from the chandeliers cascades across the polished marble, and every corner is filled with pack members. They mingle together, their laughter too loud, too false. And in the center of it all is Lara, wearing a silver gown, and her smile so tight it looks like her face could crack. Alpha Max and I step into the fray, and suddenly, all eyes turn to us. My hand rests on the crook of Alpha Max’s arm as he leads me in. His confidence radiates like heat, his smirk daring anyone to challenge him. The air shifts instantly, whispers rising like a tide.I keep my chin lifted, my pulse racing under my skin. Blush spreads across my chest, and I instantly regret the low-cut gown I picked for the evening. Max told me to make a statement, and this dress certainly does the job. Alexis raced over with it as soon as she heard my plans. When I was Luna, I would have never considered wearing something so reveali

Victor POVI can’t take my eyes off them.Damon’s hand at her waist, Elana’s hand on his shoulder, the two of them turning with the music. Her fake smile cuts through my ribs like a knife, and Axel presses hard against my skin, snarling, demanding I rip them apart.‘She is uncomfortable,’ he demands. I keep my eyes on them, knowing he is right, but refusing to rescue her. ‘She chose this for herself.’Axel snarls. ‘You drove her to this.’I scoff aloud, drawing Lara’s attention. She loops her arm into mine, but I don’t bother looking in her direction. Not when I can’t see past what is right in front of me. The crowd fades. The music fades. All I see is my brother dancing with the woman who should still be mine.Elana’s chin lifts, fire in her eyes as she stares at me over Damon’s shoulder, daring me to do something. The nerve of it all, bringing Max, baiting me, now dancing with Damon under my roof. My fists clench until my nails cut my palms.Ripping my eyes away from them, I s

Elana POVWhen I return to the ballroom, everyone turns to look at me. The weight of their eyes on my skin makes it feel like the walls of the ballroom are closing in on me. Their whispers are like needles in my ears, sending a shiver up my spine. Max leans in closer, his voice low. “You’ve made your point,” he whispers into my ear. “Let’s go before they burn you at the stake.”I nod stiffly. “Yeah. Let’s go.”We move through the crowd, all eyes following us as we head toward the doors. Max’s presence cuts a path; no one dares stop him, though I can feel the hostility rolling off the pack like heat.Max is right. If I stay here a moment longer, they might try to kill me. Even though I am sure many of them haven’t witnessed this much drama in years. Not since the old Alpha married his mistress soon after the death of his Luna. The cool night air slams into my chest when we step outside. I breathe in, gasping at the air, trying to calm the storm raging beneath my skin. The car

Elana POVI walk up the gravel path toward the pack house with my arms wrapped around myself. The move date is planned. I am moving out of the Midsummer Pack on the same day that Victor will bind himself to Lara. When the invitation came by courier, I promptly ripped it in two. I would rather walk across hot coals than see them bind themselves together. The pack house looms over me. I can be in and out. Just like I planned, I find Victor, reject him, and then leave. This time, I will initiate the rejection. I can’t leave anything to error. I need to break this bond, once and for all. My feet slow to a stop when I see Damon step onto the porch. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, and his fists are clenched together in rage. He rubs the back of his neck before shoving his hands into his pockets. His eyes scan the grounds like he is making sure no one is watching him leave. “What are you doing here?” I call out to him before I can stop myself. He looks up quickly, but doesn’

Elana POVBoxes cover every surface of the apartment, stacked like barricades against the walls and windows. Clothes spill from open suitcases, and Gabby’s stuffed wolf sits on top of one, its glass eyes staring at me like it knows the mistake I am making. “Don’t look at me that way,” I hiss at the stuffed animal. “We can’t stay here.” I look at it, almost expecting it to respond. Victor had it made for Gabby on her first birthday. It looks just like his wolf, Axel, with jet black fur and a singular white paw. I chuckle at myself for thinking that it might respond and return to the task at hand. I shove another stack of books into a box, ignoring the tremor in my hands. The TV hums low in the background. The news coverage is about some incident at the hospital, but I don’t bother to listen too closely. All I can think about is getting us out before the wedding, before my life completely collapses. I know I will have to face Victor one more time before I leave. We ha