All Chapters of Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jonah’s POV Today was almost over, and I couldn’t wait to get home. Just as always, we had spent the morning leisurely strolling through the farmer’s market, picking out fresh fruits and vegetables. According to her, she wanted to become familiar with how things were being run in the pack — and it made me ecstatic. We laughed and chatted with the vendors, enjoying the simple pleasure of just being together. Afterward, we headed to a cozy café where we shared a pot of tea and indulged in freshly baked pastries. Back at her place, we sat on the living room floor, surrounded by a colorful array of wrapping paper and ribbons. Mila surely took her time to spend my money. She had harmlessly joked about how she wasn’t going to spend her own money on the outing. Even though it was regarded as a joke, Danika is my mate. And if there’s a reason I’m the Lycan King, then one of the reasons is to spoil my long-awaited mate. But they had exceeded my expectations when they came back with mult

Danika’s POV I took one final deep breath before standing up from my seat. I walked to the door, opened it quietly, and started walking toward the southern side of the building. Dad had told me that he was going to wait at the pack border — the side that was just at the outskirts of the pack. I raised my dress, which flowed freely as I hastened my steps. I wanted to get this done and over with before anyone noticed. I moved stealthily through the dense forest, the full moon penetrating through the canopy of trees. My breath was shallow, my heart pounding. As I finally took another turn, I spotted him standing in the clearing — his silhouette outlined by the faint glow of the moon. “Dad,” I called out after reaching the destination. He wore a green shirt and loose pants. He looked like he had waited for a long time — and he was fidgeting. He turned around, his expression softening as he saw me. His tone of voice was laced with relief when he called my name, and I felt bad for hi

Jonah’s POV Four other warriors, the strongest ones with a great sense of smell, also tagged along to help with the search. While we were walking, regret gnawed at my insides. What had I done to myself? Why in hell had I listened to Mila’s stupid idea of waiting until the final moment? If I had been there with her, maybe something like this wouldn’t have happened. She had given me her vision, and I still left her alone for a whole day. How did this happen? They couldn’t have captured her right under my nose, could they? I really had underestimated myself — and look where it had landed me. “I left her in the room after I had finished dressing her up,” Mila’s voice echoed through the mind link. “She was there right until you told me you were ready,” she replied. I had asked her about Danika’s whereabouts after she finished dressing her up. I needed to know where to start. And since she said Danika was there until the occasion started, whoever had captured her couldn’t hav

Danika’s POV I glowered at him again, anger surging through me like a tidal wave. “If he’s not coming to save me, then why did you kidnap me?” I shot back. He laughed hysterically, leaning toward me, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. “I merely gave an order, sweetheart. It’s your puppy father who brought you in by himself,” he said, pointing his chin toward my dad. I turned to look at my dad. His head was lowered, his shoulders slumped. He didn’t say anything, but the shame that radiated off him filled the air between us. He couldn’t even meet my eyes. The man who had once stood tall and proud was now a mere shadow of himself, consumed by guilt. I turned back to Darius, my heart aching with betrayal and anger. “And that’s because you poisoned him,” I spat. “What are you waiting for to give him the cure?” He smirked before leaning back, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Fine, I’ll give it to him. So that you don’t see me as inhumane,” he said. My dad’s head snappe

Danika’s POV A day had passed since we were here, and this maniac of an Alpha had no intention of leaving. There was no food or water. I was hungry—almost dying. But I was not going to show him that vulnerable side he was looking for. The silver chain dug into my skin, each link searing like a brand. He watched with a cruel glint in his eye, fully aware of the pain it inflicted. The tighter it pulled, the more his lips curled into a satisfied smirk—confirming that this torment was his intention all along. He knew silver was dangerous to werewolves. It hurt them. It took away their strength. And even after being freed from the chain, the strength that had been sapped out would never return. But why? Why did he have to chain me in those, when he clearly knew I had no wolf? I know the chain wasn’t supposed to hurt—I had no wolf. Silver was no more. So why? Why did it hurt that badly? I had lost track of how many days I’d been trapped here. The only company I had were the distant,