Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Jonah's pov Ever since I woke up, Danika's words kept replaying in my mind. As she confessed her feelings, I felt a powerful shift inside me. Her gratitude, her love — it all hit me hard. Her eyes, bright with unshed tears, held mine with such intensity that I was left breathless. The way she looked at me like I was her anchor made my chest tighten. I couldn't find my voice. Every attempt to speak was thwarted by the overwhelming surge of emotions her confession had stirred. Her words painted a picture of a love so fierce and unwavering that it took my breath away. Each sentence was a silent testament to the battles we had fought together, the moments of doubt and despair we had overcome. For once, I didn't have a witty comeback or a sarcastic remark — all I could do was hold her closer, hoping she felt the unspoken promise in my embrace. For once, I didn't have anything cle

Jonah’s pov Since Danika left with Mila, my eyes were practically glued to the entrance door, and every time it opened, my expectations were dashed all over again. And then when she finally came back, I should’ve felt happy — relieved that she had returned — but I couldn’t. I’m not trying to tag her as insensitive, but… I thought since I was injured and admitted to the hospital, she’d be inclined to spend the whole day with me, clinging to me, not going anywhere. But what did she do? She just zoomed off the moment Mila asked her to go for a run. She seemed more excited to be with Mila than to stay by my side. She didn’t want to break her promise to her — fine — but what about me? She didn’t even care if I ate or drank water. No lunch, no dinner. My feelings didn’t matter. Maybe I didn’t even matter to her. Even when she spoke to me, her replies were short and careful — like she was afraid to upset me. I was a

Eleanor's pov Ever since I was captured, I've been in this cold and bare dungeon. This place reeked of everything bad. I had to battle wild insects. At times, the cold, musky scent reeked of suffering and death. It was so dark that sometimes I couldn't differentiate between day and night. All I feel is goosebumps. The only time I get a glimpse of light is when that devil Alpha Darius comes here to make love to me against my will. I had told him I would never forgive him. If anything should happen to my baby, I'd hate him until my last breath. But he slapped me mercilessly, shutting me up before my last words could leave my lips. I cried nonstop after he forced bitter medicine down my throat. At first, I thought it wouldn't work because I felt nothing—until unbearable pain struck me to tears. My sore eyes turned to the blood on the dungeon floor, the blood that had dripped down my legs from my body. That devil had threatened me, to m

Darius's pov She shook her head. “You mean the baby you killed?” She applied more pressure on the knife, and at this point, blood was already seeping out of her neck. My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped closer, trying to keep my voice calm. “Please.” The word please tasted sour in my mouth. When was the last time I begged someone? I don’t plead for anything. I just take it. And yet— “Please,” I begged again, desperation slowly creeping into my tone. “Drop the knife. We can talk about this, and I promise I’ll let you go. I’ll do what you want, I promise.” She smiled—a broken smile that tugged at my heart. “You’re lying again. That’s what you always say.” What was this? This feeling of dread? She’s worthless, isn’t she? She’s just an omega… a weak one. So why? Why do I not want her to die? “I will escape you, Jonah, even if it means I die.” She swiped the knife across he

Jonah’s pov After dragging her to my hairline appointment, we slowly walked back to the pack house just as the sun was setting, enjoying each other’s company. When we arrived home, we went to our separate rooms — knowing we would soon be together, not just for a moment, but forever. Preparations began. Anticipation bubbled across the pack as everyone waited with bated breath. The elevated pack grounds were filled with members of the Blood Moon Eclipse Pack, and even wolves from neighboring territories had gathered. It was a grand occasion — for them, for us. Everywhere, excitement and uncertainty mingled like smoke in the cool night air. Some chatted and laughed as they waited. Others ate from the tables laden with roasted meat, fresh fruits, and fine wine. A few sat quietly, eyes turned toward the moonlit podium, whispering their hopes. Would this time be different? Would the Luna ceremon