All Chapters of Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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The Dairy 1

Eleanor's POV Look, I don't know why or what I'm doing this for. I know you are confused, but I'm just as confused as you are. You are making me change. And I don't seem to like the change. Darius mumbled some curse words I didn't seem to hear before he buried his face against the crook of my stiffened neck. Sleep eluded me. Unlike him who was already sleeping away, I was just too scared of closing my eyes and sleeping in the same bed as Darius. The dimly lit lamp in the room illuminated the room with light. It wasn't much, but it was enough to allow someone to see everything in the room. My eyes drifted to the double-door closet where I had placed my bag upon arrival. It was filled with clothes to the brim, clothes that didn't seem to belong to a man. And on top of the closet were shoes that also belonged to a woman. My curiosity was piqued—who had the clothes belonged to

The Diary 2

Eleanor's POV I responded to his question with the same question, “What are you doing here?” Instead, I also whined about coming out here first and sitting on this hill before he came. He laughed at how silly I was, explaining that he didn't come here to take the space away. And then we both laughed together, and that was it. Conversations ignited conversations that led one talk to another. Conversations that tied both of us together in the lush greenery beside the little hill. He was my first. He made love to me. He was the gentlest man I have ever seen in the flesh. He took my virginity and, Ever since my birth until now, that night was my greatest. I looked up from the book with a mixture of more curiosity and shock. This diary couldn't have belonged to Marcella. 1994. That was a long time ago. I wasn't even born then, and Marcella couldn't have been born either. It was not D

The Dairy 3

Eleanor's POV He had done enough, and I had endured enough. I wanted my freedom back, and I was in one way or the other going to get it back. Morning soon arrived, and I hadn't even slept a wink. His presence in my room didn't make it feel any better. All through the night, I had thought about a million and one ways I was going to escape. But disappointingly, I found none. He had told me that he was leaving for the office, and I couldn't contain the happiness I had felt. This was my chance to escape, I thought. But he had ordered four of his packed warriors to stay right outside the house, sabotaging my plan of escaping. They would pop out of nowhere the moment I stuck out my head from the window, asking if I needed anything. I was not a thief, nor was I a criminal. So the thought of being heavily guarded madly infuriated me. I have heard stories and read books of how a knight would just pop

The Diary 5

Eleanor's POV He was happy, but sadly, not with Anne, but with another woman who had come to ruin everything. Her story, just like it had broken her, broke everything within me, just like her happiness radiated from the book. The pain it emitted now was beyond comprehension. The abandonment, the desire for his attention that had now wholly belonged to someone else. She did not just go through the ordeal and pain alone. Her son was too, making it even heart-wrenching. Her entries that had been so full of praise and immense love were now about how her son sustained bruises. Bruises and injuries which had been sadly administered by the father. Gradually, the hate started turning into resentment. She could not do anything. She was helpless, so she could only resent him. However, my curiosity in the story spiked up at that—I wanted to know if she was ever able to fight back. Or did

Denial 1

Darius POV I sighed again. Reclining back into my seat. Even if I didn't find it appealing that my rank had dropped, I still find it likable for the reason that it was going to give me enough time to sort my damned head out. Pathetic. I know I was pathetic. I was always drenched in cold sweat, but never in tears. In my nightmares, I would abruptly wake up acting like there was a ghost right in front of me. Now I have found the cure to this madness. But this cure, I didn't especially like it, even though I was not willing to let it go. She was making me weak. Using her to repulse my nightmares instead of using my own strength. This me, the weak me I was becoming—I didn't want it. I didn't like it. I wanted my old self back, the wicked, immune, and soulless man. I had always been the shell that protected that side of me. It was broken, and I planned on getting it back and fi

Denial 2

Darius POV I stumbled back, my breath catching in my throat. Her words sliced through me, sharp and unforgiving. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head fiercely. “That's not true. I'm nothing like my father. I would never hurt my mate like he did. I would never.” “But you've hurt me,” she cut me off. “Am I not your true mate? You've hurt me.” “Whatever. I never wanted a true mate. Did you not read the diary? My father changed the moment his true mate came on board. Do you know why I didn't want a true mate? Haven't you always wondered why I marked Marcella without waiting for my mate? It's because it would make me change. And I don't like it. You didn't even know the kind of plan I had in store for you in the first place. It was to kill my mate the moment I laid my eyes on her, but I didn't know why I had to let you live. It felt like a certain possessiveness took over me. I was alm

Changing 3

Darius's POV I fixated my eyes on the woods in the lobby, looking at nothing in particular, until my eyes became unfocused, blurry and... And were these tears? I knew. I had always known she had killed herself because of me. It was all my fault. I was glad and hurt at the same time, glad that I did not accept the fact that she had died because of me. It would have shattered me back then. But was I not broken? Was I any better? It now felt vivid, like I was in that space, like her dead body was here with me. And I couldn't even deny the fact now that it had been confirmed. My eyes became more blurry, and soon water, in the form of tears, trickled down my cheeks. That woman—she had been my rock and refuge that had kept me sane in this damned world. And without notice, she just disappeared into the void, leaving me to deal with the world's craziness alone. But why? I thought

Taking Responsibility

Darius's POV . She peeled off my hand that held hers as she took the stairs but paused, turning to look at me. “Just keep your sorry to yourself, since it won't bring back whatever it had taken away from me. Just bear it in mind that in this life, Darius, or in the next, I will never forgive you.” I watched as she climbed the remaining stairs, disappearing from my sight. I sighed and stood up to my feet. Clenching and forcefully shoving the hands that wanted to stop her from going forward, from leaving me. My body itched to follow her, but I had to be brave. I had to do what I had been running away from. In the end, after running away, I was still going back to it. My feet dragged me back to the room where I had just come out from. Walking over and past the food that littered across the floor. I walked further, stopping when my eyes caught sight of the diary. After standing

Taking Responsibilities 2

Darius's POV “Alan,” I called. The door finally burst open, and an angry Alan marched into the bedroom, hauling an emotionless Eleanor against the floor. “Look who I found, running through the woods. She even bit me,” he said, showing me his bitten arm. “She doesn't even have a single respect for you.” Eleanor rolled her eyes, countering his words. “I was just running—like running, exercise.” “You mean when you changed into your wolf form and ran towards the pack's borders? You're lucky to have belonged to the Alpha, or I'd have killed you. And even if I did not, the rogues that keep popping up in our pack lands would have finished you off.” Alan showed his distaste for her through words, and Eleanor rolled her eyes again for the second time as she nonchalantly stood up to sit on the couch. “Then why?” she questioned, “Why did you save me, then? It would have bee

Making for Past mistakes

Darius's POV. Her green eyes were bright and full, but it was just that those eyes now gazed off into the distance, pointedly avoiding me. “Where did you find that?” I spoke first, since she wouldn't utter a word if I chose to allow her to speak first. I thought I'd lost it. She didn't say anything. She glanced at me for not more than a second before looking away, rearranging the cube in her hands. “I see you have this touchy spirit, or should I say, the habit of touching people's things? Aren't you going to answer me?” The movement of her hands paused, and it took her a while before eventually opening her mouth. “I found it under the bed, and I thought it didn't matter to you anymore, since you're all grown up. Shouldn't I have touched this one either?” she questioned, resuming her movements. “No, you are right. I don't care about that thing anymore. So.”

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