All Chapters of Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Danika’s P.O.V.I stood inside the office, the surrounding atmosphere thick with nervousness and mixed feelings as I fiddled with the hem of my dress.I had wanted to do this, had I not? So why was I fidgeting? Why had my tongue refused to speak—betraying me in the end?Standing at the other end of the desk was only Eleanor, and Drake was nowhere in sight. She looked paler and thinner in a subtle way, I thought.Or maybe it was me—maybe it was because it had been a long while since the last time I saw her. I saw Mom in her. Her green eyes were just like Mom’s. Her hair was dark, just like Mom’s, but longer in length.And those same green eyes, which once portrayed life, were now looking at me fiercely—just like the phrase, if looks could kill.“Now are you going to stand there like a dead tree statue without saying anything?”Eleanor’s voice reverberated across the office walls, slicing through the thickness of the atmosphere. Just as I thought—the first word that rolled out of her li

Danika P.O.V.My steps had echoed with sounds of confidence until I bumped into Drake on the pathway.But after walking past him, however, I couldn’t feel any ounce of confidence left in me, because I had exhausted it all from refuting his sermon.I couldn’t find myself going back home anymore.And here I was, sitting down on a stone in the woods, lost in thought.Three days. I had spent the last three days with Jonah without stepping out of my bedroom.He had kept me company, calmly and gradually trying to convince me to go with him to his pack—to become his Luna.He made me happy. Every little thing he did was meaningful to me.And his hands never for once stayed beside him. He would touch me, peck me, and kiss me, which would eventually lead into something else that could only be done under the sheets.After much convincing from him, I finally thought it would be best for me to go back with him.There was nothing here for me anyway—just hurt and betrayal, and nothing else.I had co

Jonah’s P.O.V.I walked into the building where my apartment was situated, and I stopped to take a whiff of the air.Was it… her?All my life, I have known many indisputable facts about being a Lycan, and one among the many was my heightened sense of smell and the ability to pinpoint things.They had never failed me before, and I was absolutely certain that she was here.Did she want to surprise me with this visit, and that’s why she didn’t inform me first?And there was something more—something different about her scent today.It was captivating and delicious and inviting in a tempting kind of way.Maybe she had put in some special kind of effort to please me.My lips curved up in a gentle smile at the thought, and my wolf rumbled in huge anticipation to meet its mate.I happily walked into the lobby that led to my room as anticipation ate me whole, my heart beating wildly in my chest.“Calm down, Jonah,” I smacked myself.Even thinking that I had been together with her for over thre

Danika’s P.O.V.For five long days, I had been unconscious. After spending an additional two days in the hospital for close examination, we were finally informed by the doctor that we could now leave.“Those drugs could have killed not just your wolf, but your human self as well,” the doctor had said.“You need to relax and give yourself some time to come to terms with your new body,” he advised.Since we were discharged from the hospital, Dad had literally turned into a nanny—catering to my every waking condition.As my gaze fell on him extending the silverware filled with food toward my lips, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of empathy and nausea wash over me.The sight of his outstretched hand broke my heart because, at that moment, he was so full of vulnerability and humbleness—something I had never witnessed before.“Dad, you do know you don’t have to do this, right? I’m not hungry,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Guilt reflected in those aging eyes, and h

Jonah’s P.O.V.I paced forth and back in my office space, guilt written all over me. Restless, I had been contemplating whether to go—but at this moment, the weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air, casting shadows upon my restless mind.My wolf rumbled in my chest once more—a yearning sign to embark on this journey, to find its mate, to reclaim its mate, and savor the euphoria of connection.But yet, guilt held me captive, preventing me from doing so.I grabbed a large chunk of my hair as frustration surged through my veins, conflicting with the desire and longing for companionship. The weight of guilt had me pacing back and forth again before finally making up my mind.“Shadow,” I called, and he appeared swiftly.“Get my bag ready. I have a journey to make,” I ordered, and he retreated with a bow. In the blink of an eye, he was back with a little backpack in his hands.“Do you want me to accompany you?” Shadow asked as he handed the bag over to me.I shook my head in disapprov