Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected Luna : Alpha's Promise, King's Claim: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

VENUSThe limo glides through the tall iron gates, and I feel my breath hitch as the estate opens up before us. This place is only ever used for the grandest pack celebrations, the kind whispered about long after they end. At night, it looks almost unreal. Stone pathways curve through manicured hedges, lit by torches and delicate lights woven into ancient trees. Marble statues stand like silent sentinels, half-drowned in moonlight. Ahead, the main estate rises in pale stone and arches, its windows glowing warmly against the dark sky.The car slows beneath a roofed entrance supported by massive pillars carved with old pack runes. Alex steps out first and turns back toward me, extending his arm.I take it and step out of the limo, the cold night air brushing against my skin. I instinctively pull my furry white shawl tighter around my shoulders, grateful for its warmth. The car rolls away toward the garage, leaving us standing beneath the soft golden lights.We walk inside.The grand fo

VENUSRowan’s face changes into something much more different than I’m used to seeing. Pure horror glints in his brown eyes. It startles me. I’ve seen him surprised. Angry. Cold. Even quietly pleased on rare occasions. But this? This looks like I just reached into his chest and twisted something vital.For a split second, it shakes me. Is he hiding his feelings for me beneath that cold exterior? But I harden my heart.I’ve already decided.I step forward and grab his hand before my courage can evaporate.“End it,” I say, more like whisper. “Reject me. Sever whatever this is between us.”Rowan’s fingers tense in mine.His voice comes out low, threaded with something cold and something that almost sounds like… sadness. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”His gaze pins me in place. “You’re emotional right now. That’s why you’re not thinking straight. We’ll talk once you have cleared your mind.”I blink at him rapidly, doubt flickering within my mind at his words. He’s not wrong. I am

VENUSBefore I can keep untangling the whole Sid and General Nile situation, two figures step into my path. A man and a woman wearing gold and brown masks. Their scents brush against my senses. They smell familiar. The woman smiles warmly. “I didn’t get to thank you for saving us that day.”My brows shoot up in recognition. Right. The couple from the forest who were attacked by the white wolves. Relief softens my expression and I return her smile. “It was my duty.”Sid suddenly cuts in, already backing away. “Venus, I need the washroom. Excuse me.”I nod. “Go ahead.”She slips away, and when I turn back, the woman is watching me strangely. Her gaze isn’t unfriendly but there’s a hint of curiosity to it. Then she asks softly, “Can we talk somewhere private?”A small frown tugs at my lips. Why?But the worry in her eyes answers enough.“…Sure.”We walk toward one of the quieter lounge areas branching off the main hall. The music dulls behind us, replaced by a softer hum of distant c

VENUS“Or what?” Bronze asks coldly. “What if I don’t?”Their auras clash harder. The pressure crawls over my skin like static before a storm. I rub my arms instinctively, trying to steady myself.Then Rowan’s aura changes. It feels heavier and more powerful, consuming the entire area like it owns it. His eyes flash gold, bright as molten metal in the night.“You’ll regret it,” he replies, his voice icy and launches his aura at Bronze. The words carry weight despite not being loud or dramatic like his nephew’s. They land like a judge’s final verdict.Bronze holds his ground for a moment. Then, reluctantly, he takes a step back. His glare never leaves Rowan. “Why are you interfering? This doesn’t concern you.”Rowan raises his brow. “It does,” he replies evenly. “Because you’re treating your old friend like dirt for a woman you’ve known for a few months.”Bronze’s head snaps toward me. The look in his eyes is pure venom. “She’s no friend of mine.”The words hit harder than any blow

ROWANI don’t like the way the night feels. My room is quiet, but it’s not peaceful. It’s the kind of silence that waits like something is about to snap.I’m standing by the window, looking out at the pack, but I’m not really seeing it. My mind’s elsewhere. I keep thinking of her. I wonder if I made the right decision by telling the truth to her. She didn’t say much after our conversation and now her silence makes me feel restless. My jaw tightens. My phone vibrates on the table behind me. Something in my gut already tells me this isn’t a call I’m going to like.It vibrates again. I turn, grab it, and answer.“Nana.” There’s no warmth in my voice. There’s a pause on the other end. Then I hear a sharp voice. “Things have escalated at the council.” She says, this time not using her sarcastic tone or calling me names. I realize this is serious. I walk back to the window, dragging a hand through my hair. “What now?”“The council is questioning your position as King.”I raise a brow,