All Chapters of Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Danika’s POV I tried my best replying to them as much as I could with a fake smile plastered on my face. But that was until—what was this demon and snake doing here? Was he invited? “Greetings,” he chuckled, like the demon that he was. And my composure broke. The moment he walked in, the tension in my body betrayed my composure. The smile I had faked vanished almost instantly, eyes narrowing as my fingers gripped the hem of my dress with white-knuckled intensity. “This year’s ceremony is also as boring as previous years, but I bet there will be a change,” he said, directing his words to me, “since Luna Danika is present this year.” His voice was, as I still vividly remember, deep and conniving. Other people who didn’t know the kind of monster that lies within that body would think he was strikingly handsome. But not me, because I could see past that. I knew he was invited, but h

Danika’s POV Eight years. It’s been eight good years since the day of the annual meet-and-greet ceremony. I had told Drake that I would come, that I would pay a visit to the Silver Tail Pack, and it was especially to visit Jason. But eight long and arduous years had passed, and I wasn’t even prepared enough to face him. From time to time after Drake’s invitation to the ceremony, his pack had been rising up, even if it was by bits—it had been better than before. He now attends Alpha’s meetings, unlike before, even though he made little or no contribution. And every time he did, I had always asked him about Dad—about his well-being, how he had fared in the past eight years. But yesterday, it had suddenly dawned on me that I needed to see this man—to visit him. I had asked for Jonah’s opinion, and he had lovingly kissed me on the forehead, whispering to my ears about how he would support whatever

Danika’s POV “Good, especially you, Sammy. You are older, stronger, and she is younger, so do not hit your sister again. Okay?” Sammy obediently nodded again, “But I was not lying, Grandpa, when I said she hit me. So in this case, what must I do when she hits me first again?” Dad glanced towards Jonah. “Take a look at your dad,” he said. And Samuel glanced at his dad. “You see, he is even stronger than everyone, and he can protect you. So tell your dad when Talia hits you again, I’m sure he will take care of it.” He nodded in understanding. “Okay, Grandpa, I will do just that.” Now Dad took their hands forward, placing Samuel’s hand on Talia’s. “Now I want you to hug each other. Samuel, you go first, so that I will be sure that you have really understood all that I have said.” They both turned to each other, but Samuel just slipped his free hand in his pants pocke

Darius’s POV Just like Jonah had shown, I was incompetent. Because how would my mother have died if I wasn’t? It was hard to accept, but I have to accept it now — that I was the reason my mother had died, that it was my fault. I gave her the chance to slit her throat. All the braveness I now feigned — if I had feigned it before and bravely killed that witch, maybe my mother would still have been alive, right? If I had been sensible enough, I wouldn’t have wished that life would become fair again, that it would become joyous again, even when that other woman had arrived. I wouldn’t have wished that my life would be back to normal, if only… if I had been stronger, bigger. If only I— I violently shook my head, trying to shake the dark and depressing thoughts off my head. My hands fisted on the small bed covers. There was no way in hell my life would ever change. Even if I poured all the whole gui

Darius’s POV “My bed was just too small that I felt so uncomfortable lying on it.” I lied. Well, it wasn’t a lie entirely, and it wasn’t entirely the truth either. The frown dissipated from her face at my words. “Oh, you. You are bigger than I am.” So she shuffled out of the bed, walking towards the door. “I’ll take that room and you can take mine.” She twisted the doorknob, opening the door. But my hands that slammed hard across it in an attempt to close it back had her jumping up in fright. She stepped back swiftly, twisting to face me with eyes that were wide with shock. Her scent changed into that of fear. She was now scared of me. And in no time, those eyes that held shock now dripped down tears in abundance. Damn it. I made her cry again. “What… what do you want from me?” She stuttered out as she cried. Her shaky hands were raised to wipe those tea