Semua Bab Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Jonah’s Pov Four arduous days had passed, and the fifth day was finally here. The moon was shining at its brightest. I didn’t know why Darius had asked for the battle to happen in the middle of the night, but that wasn’t my concern. Just like Darius had said, he wanted me to suffer. And I think I’ve suffered even more than he wanted. Food was a problem. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t drink, and even sleep had eluded me. Everything made me angry. Irritated. My family, my pack, even my friends — all of them made me angry. The only thing I needed right now was to see her — my Danika, my Luna. My breath came in quick, sharp gasps as we tore through the dense forest. The night was alive with the sounds of the wind, but I heard none of them. My focus was a singular, driving force. Danika. As we moved, branches clawed at my skin, leaves rustled underfoot. But I pushed on, my mind focused only on reaching the Moonstone Pack’s territory. The forest itself was a labyrinth of shadows, each

Danika’s Pov Bound with rough rope, I watched helplessly as Jonah fought Darius. Every punch, every grunt, every drop of sweat felt like a blow to my own soul. Darius — ever the cheat — was gaining the upper hand, and Jonah was slipping. My heart pounded in my chest, frustration boiling over. I wanted to scream, to fight, to tear Darius apart with my own hands. But all I could do was watch — powerless. Jonah’s breath grew ragged, his movements slowing. The sight of him crumbling under Darius’s brutal onslaught ignited a fire deep within me. I didn’t know when I started chanting under my breath — a desperate litany. I am a wolf. I am a wolf. At first, it felt like a futile effort — a plea into the void. Silver, my inner wolf, had been gone for too long, and it felt like all hope had been lost. But as I chanted, a spark ignited — a sensation I hadn’t felt in ages. It was like a long-forgotten part of me was waking up. I am a wolf, I repeated — louder this time, not i

Danika’s Pov “Sure you can. Your presence might help foster his recovery,” the doctor said, and I nodded before standing up to leave. I took in a deep breath, feeling the weight of victory settle on my shoulders. It wasn’t just about winning — it was about reclaiming what was lost. About seeing justice served. The sense of triumph was overwhelming, filling the empty spaces once occupied by doubt and fear. I had faced the storm and emerged stronger. The storm had even birthed those who wholeheartedly loved and trusted me. Despite everything, I won in the end, didn’t I? I had gained more than I could have imagined. I got Shadow back, Jonah retained his position as Lycan King, and Darius had been put to shame. I walked back to the lobby where I had stayed with Jonah’s family before, but I couldn’t see them. Maybe they had retreated back to their rooms. I shrugged at the thought and took a step toward the door but paused. I could hear them now. I could smell them — and their scent

Jonah’s Pov The soft glow of the morning filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light across the room. Blinking, I felt disoriented — my mind slowly piecing together the fragments of my consciousness. This wasn’t my room. The continuous beeping sound that filled the silence made me realize where I was — the hospital. I turned my head slightly, eyes scanning the room, searching for any sense of familiarity. And then I saw her — beside me, her head turned in my direction as she slept peacefully on the edge of the bed. Danika. The love of my life. Her face was serene, exhaustion etched into her delicate features. But even in her sleep, she radiated that quiet strength that had always drawn me to her. My heart swelled as I watched her, memories of the battle and the days leading up to it flooding back — the blood, the pain, and her defiance in the face of it all. I remembered how broken she had looked, her cheeks swollen, her body battered. The sight had nearly destroyed m

Danika’s Pov I sat down on Jonah’s hospital bed, feeling the full weight of my emotions after the meeting with Drake. I had anticipated it would be difficult, but the reality was far heavier than I had prepared for. Now, alone in the quiet room, waiting for Jonah, a wave of sadness and anger crashed over me — one emotion colliding into the next. The storm inside me was relentless. These weren’t sweet memories; they were painful. But even so, I told myself I shouldn’t be sad — not anymore. Drake had already taught me that even when the Moon Goddess herself bound two souls as mates, rejection could still happen. And if he could reject me so easily, why had I ever believed others wouldn’t do the same? Even my father — the one person I had once thought different — had betrayed me the moment I turned my back. Of course, a part of me still felt pity for them, for what had befallen them. But it wasn’t my place anymore to pick up those who had once broken me. I was in a new phase of my