All Chapters of Rejected Luna : Alpha's Promise, King's Claim: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

VENUSComing home feels strange, not because anything has changed. But because I have.As our vehicles pass through the familiar gates of the Iron Claw Pack, a warmth settles inside my chest that I haven't felt in weeks. I’m finally at home. After everything that happened at Silver Fang, I never realized how badly I missed it. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I can breathe. The moment I step out of the car, someone crashes into me."VEENIE!" I barely have time to react before Aunt Irene wraps her arms around me.I laugh. "Aunt Irene!"She pulls back and grabs my face. "Look at you!"Then her eyes narrow. "Wait. Something about you has changed!” “Come on, baby. You’re seeing her after a year. Of course she has changed,” Uncle Joshua argues when he steps into the frontyard. He is the Beta of this pack and also a good friend of dad’s. He wraps an arm over me. “Ah, you have changed. But you’re still the little blue dwarf, huh?” he teases and I pout at him. He calls me by

VENUS“Don’t. He did hurt me a lot but I believe most of it because he was under another influence.” I reply. Then I tell him everything about Bronze. The more I speak, the darker Ezra's expression becomes. When I'm finished, silence fills the clearing. Finally, Ezra speaks. "Umbra never chooses only one vessel."A chill runs through me. "What?""He spreads the curse."The words hit me like a punch."If one vessel escapes him..." Ezra's gaze darkens. "He prepares another."My heart starts pounding. "Bronze."Ezra nods. "He might be the replacement."The thought makes me sick. "But how?"Ezra frowns. "That's what worries me." His eyes narrow. "Umbra is imprisoned. He’s under Selene’s capture and there’s no news of him escaping. If he did, I would have felt it strongly. He shouldn't be able to directly mark anyone."The silence becomes heavy. "Then how did he get to Bronze?"Ezra looks thoughtful. "There are only a few possibilities." He begins counting them. “Either through an object

VENUSThe Royal court. A room filled with powerful, political people who participate in making major decisions regarding the kingdom. I immediately regret being here.The council chamber is enormous. A long table stretches across the room. There are military commanders, members of the council who look important and intimidating. Especially one elderly woman sitting near the front. The moment her eyes land on me, I feel like I'm being inspected by an eagle.I lean toward Rowan. "Who is she?""That’s Nana. She used to be my caretaker and now also my advisor. She’s an important part of the royal council."I freeze. Wonderful. The eagle is family.Even better.Rowan walks to the front of the room. The conversations stop instantly and silence falls.Every eye turns toward him and Rowan’s demeanor sharpens and his aura consumes the room. Just his presence is enough to command the space around him. After all, he’s the King. Even after everything I've seen, the shift still amazes me.His v

VENUSI quickly muffle my laughter on hearing Nana scold Rowan. “You didn’t give me the chance to.” Rowan replies in annoyance. “As usual, your incompetence doesn't surprise me.” Nana barks at him and I find it hard to hold back my laughter. “How am I incompetent here?” He raises a brow. Watching him getting yelled at by another person feels so funny and odd. He is usually the one to yell and insult other people. Nana looks back at me and Rowan adds. “Also, she’s my mate and pregnant.” She gasps on hearing that and her gaze lowers to my belly instantly. “How long has it been?” she looks up and asks me. “A month.” I reply. She sighs. “Well, then I hope you find it comfortable here.” There’s no smile on her face and instead a sort of hardness that confuses me. We leave the room. For a moment, Rowan and I walk silently towards the room that’s assigned to me. “She clearly does not like me,” I comment as we enter. “No, that’s not it.” Rowan says flatly, “Nana isn’t someone who b

VENUSI stand, my legs feeling less than steady. As I move away from the table, I feel him rise behind me. He catches up to me in two strides just outside the dining hall doors. The wide corridor is lit by soft orange ceiling lights, illuminating portraits of past Kings lining the walls. As we walk, he places his hand on the small of my back. With each step, his hand roams lower, dipping to curve over the swell of my backside, squeezing gently before sliding back up. I can feel his lust like a physical force, making the very air feel charged and heavy. We reach the heavy, carved double doors of his private chambers. He pushes one open, ushering me inside before closing both doors with a definitive, echoing thud that seals us off from the world.The room is dim, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Before my eyes can adjust, he is on me. His body presses me back against the solid oak of the door, his hands caging my head. His mouth descends on min