All Chapters of Her Alpha's Rejection, His Luna's Rise : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Selene The corridor smelled of pine oil and candle smoke. My heart drummed. I'd grown up in these halls, carrying baskets of meat to the kitchens, patching leathers for the warriors when my father's debts weighed too heavy. Tonight was supposed to wash that past away. Tonight I was meant to stand beside Kaelen, not as the poor Beta's daughter who hunted rabbits to keep her family alive, but as his Luna. Kaelen and I weren't perfect in any way, we argued like wildfire meeting wind, but the bond hummed between us like a living thread that pulled me forward. Just beyond, I could hear voices murmuring, but they weren't the joyous chants I'd expected. No drums, no howls of celebration. My pace slowed as a chill creept up my spine. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. I pushed through the archway, the cool night air hitting me like a slap. The garden was full, every member of the pack gathered in neat rows, their faces illuminated by the glow of floating lanterns. Elders at the fro

SeleneThe wilderness swallowed me whole, its dark embrace both a comfort and a threat. I had hunted these very woods since I was a child, so it wasn't too hard to find my way around. My boots sank into the damp earth, as I navigated my way through the forest floor littered with pine needles in the dark.My body ached from bruises from their rough hands and cuts from thorns I'd stumbled through in my blind flight. But the real pain wasn't physical. It was that cursed thread tying me to Kaelen, pulsing with his every breath and his every touch with Lysandra. And my son, trapped in that stone prison, stolen by his father's greed.I would see Dorian again. I would cut through steel and bone and fate itself if I had to. But I would get my son back.The night was cold, the moon hidden behind clouds, leaving only starlight to guide me. My leathers were torn, the crimson gown long abandoned in a ditch, replaced by the hunting gear I'd grabbed before the guards caught me.No bow, though. The

KaelenThe council chamber smelled of iron and incense. I sat at the head of the long obsidian table while the voices around me fought to be heard over one another, a cacophony of outrage and fear."She's with him now," Elder Raith spat, his weathered hands slamming against the wood. "Shadowfang territory, and parading herself as though she belongs there.""Parading?" Elder Arwen sneered. "She has been claimed. You all saw the decree. Draven has made her his Luna."The words thudded into my chest like stones. My mate. My bond. Selene... mine by blood and by destiny was now bound to another.I clenched my jaw so tightly my teeth ached. "Decree or not, Shadowfang is nothing compared to Bloodfang. Let Draven play with what I discarded. It changes nothing."But it did change something. Every time I closed my eyes, the bond screamed with it. A tearing sensation deep in my ribs, like fire licking through veins. I felt her rage and her defiance. I felt her heat when she looked at him.I woul

Selene The Shadowfang great hall thrummed with anticipation, its black stone walls swallowing the torchlight, casting jagged shadows across the long tables. The air was heavy with the scent of roasted venison, mead, and the sharp tang of wolf musk was a reminder that this fortress, for all its grandeur, was a den of predators. I stood in a side chamber adjusting the leather belt of my ceremonial attire, feeling the weight of the silver dagger at my hip grounding me. Tonight was no mere feast. Kaelen was coming, and I needed him to see me strong. Draven stood nearby, his black leather tunic holding on for dear life as it stretched across his broad shoulders. His golden eyes were scanning a map of the neutral lands. He’d been all business since dawn, barking orders to his warriors about Kaelen’s arrival. But now, as we waited to meet the Council of Elders, his gaze flicked to me, and he smirked. “You clean up well, huntress. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're the Luna.”

SeleneThe war room of Shadowfang was a cold, cavernous space, its stone walls lined with maps and weapon racks and the air thick with the scent of ink and iron. I stood across from Draven and braced my hands on the table. The great hall was being cleared of debris, but the memory of Kaelen’s taunting smile and the Bloodfang warrior’s words about Dorian burned in my mind. My son was at the Red Cliffs outpost, and every second we wasted was a second he was in Kaelen’s hands.Draven was bent over a map, studying it with narrowed eyes. Blood still flecked his leather tunic from the fight, and his usual smirk was gone, replaced by a grim focus. “Kaelen’s men hit harder than I expected,” he said, “Eight dead, four wounded, one... taken.”"Your spy." I said.His golden eyes met mine. "Torren was a brother to me."The name landed heavy, his tone carrying a weight I hadn’t heard before. "Who was he?"He sucked in a breath and looked down at the man. "Like I said, he was..." he hesitated then