All Chapters of Craving His Rejected Luna: You will regret leaving me, Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Maelis 'Rut?' Rosa shrieked internally, ‘This is the worst possible time!'My mind went into lockdown. A rut was a biological necessity for male wolves, often triggered by severe stress or physical trauma, forcing them to seek out their mate to breed. Lucian was my mate. My body knew it, and despite my hate, it was already responding.“No,” I whispered, stepping back toward the door. “No, you need to go to your own room, Lucian. You need your Luna's attention.”He shook his head slowly. “I can’t be near Mira right now, I can't.” He looked at me, and his eyes were now mostly gold, burning with a feverish intensity. “You can't be near your Luna during your rut and you think my room is the appropriate place for you!?” I shrieked, the volume surprising even myself.“I don't want to be doing this either!” He growled, scratching his hair, trying desperately to put calmness back into his voice, but the tremor was still there. “I’ve seen your wolf, she’s strong, she’ll be able to handle my

Maelis POVI stood by the foot of the bed, breathing hard, my body screaming in protest at the sudden separation from him. The sheer physical need was agonizing, but,I forced myself to ignore the demanding heat between my legs, my mind screaming for detachment. He is the enemy. Let him tear himself apart.But then, I couldn't help but think, did he just fight his rut for me? Why? That takes more than just will because rut is a state of uncontrollable desire, a biological command. So, seeing him stop was… deeply unsettling.But then the real pain hit me. It wasn't the residual heat of the rut; it was sharp, crippling emotional agony that originated in my chest. It felt like my own ribs were cracking.My knuckles white as I hold a hand against the wall to steady me. But the pain in my chest was so much that I wanted to rip my heart out and stomp it until it stopped beating, because every physical pain he was getting from those cuts, I was getting it two times over, the emotional pain o

Maelis I slipped the small, silver mask back over my face, studying my reflection in the mirror of the hotel room, ensuring the red lipstick was sharp and flawless against the silver.“So, what do you think?” I asked Rosa, giving my reflection a critical once-over.“I think this is, in fact, a very stupid idea,” she grumbled immediately.I couldn’t help but giggle slightly at her. Of course, I knew this was going to be her reaction, but it’s always been us, and we only have each other, so if we're going to survive, we do it together.“I’m just going to get close to him,” I explained internally, smoothing down the non-existent wrinkles on my black dress, “We can't get anything done by waiting out here. It's only a matter of time before everyone goes back, even though they're all still staying because they need to redo the meeting with Lucian.” All thanks to him for suddenly going into a rut and forfeiting my plans of sneaking into Varrick’s room to snoop for information. My brief win

Maelis“You know, when I said you’re interesting and I like them interesting, I never knew you could be even more,” Varrick said, stepping out of the elevator with me as the doors slid open. “But do you know what I like more, Lady Maelis?”“And what would that be?” I asked, matching his pace as we walked onto his floor.“Your courage,” he replied without hesitation. “I’ve known Lucian long enough to recognize him for what he is, an emotional robot, always acting like he’s this saint, powerful Alpha who always has everything under control. But seeing that crushing defeat on his face earlier…” he chuckled softly. “I must admit, you’re exactly as described.”I only hummed in response. Honestly, Lucian’s presence did nothing but make things easier for me.I mean, I wouldn’t even be on this floor, heading toward Varrick’s room if Lucian hadn’t shown up.He unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed closely behind. The first thing I did was scan the entire room, eyes moving over ever

Lucian POV “That sounds like a very long story, sweetie,” I said, with a smile, playing with the mini doll I unwrapped from the gift she bought for me, carefully tying a tiny, imaginary cape onto its back. “Mn.” she hummed. “So you want to start training?” I asked with an amused smile as I put the doll on the bed and drew her closer burying my face in her sweet-smelling hair, “Yes, I want to start training so I can become strong and protect Daddy and my friend!” she replied with fierce certainty. “You like your friend that much?” I asked her, already knowing the answer. “Of course!” She giggled, saying, “She lets me into her room and even taught me some moves.” She then jumped off me to the ground and threw a little punch. “See? That’s called the killer punch.” I couldn't help but laugh out loud. It's just been three days, so why did it feel like three years? What has she been teaching Anna? The fact that Maelis was coaching my daughter combat moves. The irony was almost over