บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

The night air shimmered with silver moonlight as lanterns lined the courtyard of the Blackthorn Pack. The packhouse stood tall and proud, its banners swaying in the summer breeze. Tonight was meant to be the most important night of Aria Mooncrest’s life—the night she was officially to be crowned Luna, standing at the side of her fated mate, Alpha Rion Blackthorn. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the delicate silver gown that hugged her petite frame, the fabric catching the light like spun starlight. Her long silver-white hair cascaded down her back, shimmering with each breath she took. Behind her left ear, hidden beneath a curl, rested the crescent-moon birthmark she had carried since birth—something her late mother always said was a sign of the Moon Goddess’s blessing. Aria’s icy blue eyes scanned her reflection in the tall mirror of her chamber. She looked graceful, almost ethereal, but inside, her heart thundered like a caged bird. “Breathe, Aria,” she whispered to her

The first thing Aria felt when she woke was warmth. Not the cold, hollow ache that had consumed her since last night, but a gentle warmth seeping into her bones. For a moment, she thought it was a dream. That maybe she had imagined Rion’s rejection, Bethanie’s betrayal, and the pain tearing her apart. But when she sat up and the scent of pine and smoke filled her lungs, reality struck once more. She wasn’t in Blackthorn territory. She wasn’t Rion’s Luna. She was nowhere. The cabin around her was unfamiliar—small but sturdy, built of dark timber. A hearth burned low at one end, casting a soft amber glow across the room. The blankets wrapped around her smelled faintly of leather and forest, earthy and masculine. Her fingers curled into the fabric, and only then did she notice the faint sting of her injuries, the raw ache in her chest where the bond had been severed. “You’re awake.” The voice startled her. Deep, smooth, with an edge that commanded attention. Her eyes darted to

The dawn mist hung low over Kael’s training grounds, shrouding the clearing in a silver haze. The forest was alive with the sound of birds and distant streams, but here, in the open dirt circle, the air was tense, thick with anticipation. Aria stood at the center, her legs trembling slightly, arms pressed at her sides. She had trained briefly yesterday, but today Kael intended to push her further. Her chest still throbbed with the memory of Rion’s rejection, and now the memory of Bethanie’s triumph seared her pride. Anger had become fuel, and Kael intended to teach her how to harness it. He stepped into the circle, golden eyes gleaming in the early morning light. His presence was magnetic, commanding attention without words. “Focus,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Your emotions are dangerous if you let them control you. But if you channel them, they can make you unstoppable.” Aria clenched her fists. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice trembling, not with fear, but with de

The Crescent Pack was alive with music, the clang of goblets, and the loud chatter of wolves celebrating their Luna. Bethanie stood at the heart of it all, glowing in a sapphire gown that shimmered under torchlight. She lifted her chin high as her people cheered, drunk on her new power.From Gamma to Luna—her rise had been swift, and her pride soared with it.Her gaze swept the hall, drinking in the respect, the envy, the bows of submission. For Bethanie, every smile was a victory, every lowered head an acknowledgment that she had triumphed where others had failed.And above all, she savored the memory of her step-sister’s humiliation.Aria.Poor, pitiful Aria, Bethanie thought with a cruel smile. No wolf, no strength, no beauty. Rejected and cast aside like the weakling she always was.Her fingers curled possessively around Rion’s arm as she looked at him, her Alpha, her prize. “No one will ever take you from me,” she murmured under her breath. “You are mine. Always mine.”The Cresce