Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pursuing My Rejected Luna: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Damon POVLight slants across my eyes, bright and blinding. The steady beep of my machines surrounds me. Every breath I take tastes like plastic. My chest rises and falls, but something pulls tight against my ribs. I blink slowly, allowing shapes to form in my vision. A room, a bed, and machines. But that isn’t all, three people are at my bedside.A little girl with beautiful blonde curls and a blotchy face from crying. A man stands at the end, his arms crossed over his chest like a soldier. My eyes dart between them, and I am sure she is his daughter. They look the same. The last is a woman crouched at my side. Her hand is wrapped around mine, and her eyes are glittering with tears. She’s beautiful. More beautiful than any person I have ever seen before. She looks like she was carved by the gods themselves. Her scent hits me in a wave, roses. It feels like it should mean something to me. But it doesn’t.I blink again, trying to force the pieces into place. Who are th

VictorWorry and dread fill my senses as I push through the pack house front doors. Gabby is fast asleep in my arms, and my pack members freeze mid-conversation, their eyes tracking me as I pass. Their whispers follow me as I pass by. They are both confused and pleased to see Gabby back in the pack house. She has always been adored, but they don’t know the circumstances of her return just yet. I shouldn’t keep the truth from my pack, but I don’t know how to tell them that I was fooled by a she-wolf into breaking a bond given to me by the Moon Goddess. I fear they won’t forgive me for what I have done. Justin falls into step beside me without a word. I climb the stairs quickly and tuck her into my bed. She stirs against the blankets, and her eyes flutter open. “You’ll be safe here,” I murmur to her as I pull the covers over her shoulders. “I promise you that.” She curls into a ball, tucking her hands under her chin. “I want my mommy.” “She’s with Uncle Damon,” I remind he

VictorThe old Beta estate sits at the edge of the pack house grounds. It is just as I remember it as a child. White stone and black iron gates. It looks like a shrine to respectability, but I know what lies beneath. I am just sorry that I didn’t see how rotten and horrible Elana’s parents are before. Justin waits in the car at the curb while I stride up the front walk. Axel claws at my mind, demanding answers that he knows they have.The door opens before I knock. Elana and Lara’s mother, Karen, stands stiff in the foyer. A strand of large pearls gleams against her high-neck blouse, and her perfectly manicured fingers fidget with them. Her husband, Frank, appears behind her, his expression already sour. “Alpha Victor,” Frank says flatly. “To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit? We weren’t expecting you.” I step inside without waiting for an invitation. The scent of wood polish and expensive flowers fills the space. I glance around, looking for any indication that

Elana POVThe days blur into one long, sleepless stretch of coffee cups and whispered reassurances. Gabby clings to me when she’s awake, curls up with her stuffed wolf when she’s not. The remnant of Damon’s shirt wrapped around her fingers, like it is a part of her now. Damon moves through the house like a ghost, eating when I remind him, doing his therapy sessions with minimal words, always polite but distant.I’ve been living in two worlds: Victor’s texts from the kingdom about “plans” and “meetings.” I have slipped back into my duties as Luna. It was an unspoken move between Victor and me, but it is clear I am needed. This pack may not love me, but I will always love them, and I refuse to watch it fall into ruin. When I am not fulfilling the Luna duties, I quietly watch over Damon and Gabby. My own room might as well be empty; I’m always here, tending to the fragments of what we used to be.Tonight, the packhouse is quiet. Gabby’s finally asleep in her little room down the

Victor POVElana is dead weight in my arms, her head lolling against my shoulder, hair brushing my jaw. She’d been laughing one moment, the next slumping sideways, the whiskey finally claiming her. Her scent clings to my shirt, soft and warm under the sting of whiskey.“I told you that stuff sneaks up on you,” I murmur, adjusting my grip. She doesn’t answer.The hallway is dim as I carry her toward her room, footsteps quiet on the carpet. I nudge her door open with my hip and start to lower her onto the bed when a shadow fills her room.“What are you doing?”The voice comes from the shadows. Damon.He’s leaning against the doorframe across the hall, arms crossed, hazel eyes watching me. Even tired, still pale from the hospital, he looks more alive than he has in weeks.“She’s drunk,” I say simply. “I’m putting her to bed.”He pushes off the frame and steps closer, gaze flicking from her to me. “You’ve been drinking with her?”I bristle at his words before I remember he is trying to un