All Chapters of Chasing His Rejected Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dominic’s POV “Your mother was worried about you all night, Alpha,” my butler said the moment I stepped inside. I did not respond. I walked past him, intent on going straight to my room. “Sir, breakfast has been prepared,” he added gently. “Would you like to have something to eat?” “Cancel it. I am not hungry,” I replied as I crossed the foyer and headed for the staircase. “Thank the Goddess you are safe.” My mother emerged from around the corner and hurried toward me, pulling me into a tight embrace. For a brief second, she held on as if afraid I might disappear again. Then she pulled back and raised her hand. The slap landed hard against my cheek. Pain flared instantly. “Never leave without telling me,” she shouted. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?” I stared at her, expression empty. “You worry too much, Mother.” “Of course I do,” she snapped, brows furrowing as disappointment settled across her face. “You are my son. You disappear in the middle of the night without

Dominic’s POV“Alpha Dominic. What brings you here to—”“Take us to your Alpha,” my Beta cut in coldly, addressing the Mad King’s right-hand man without a shred of respect.The elderly wolf stiffened. I did not know his name, nor did I care to learn it. His sharp glare slid toward Dante, no doubt offended by the tone, but insult was the least of my concerns. My gaze swept the bar instead, slow and assessing.Dante had insisted the Mad King wanted to meet here. A public place, a loud, neutral ground. It was a smart choice, I would give him that.“The Alpha is currently in a meeting,” the old wolf said carefully. “You see—”“Then I will see him,” I said, my voice calm but final.I stepped past Dante and stopped directly in front of the guard blocking the way. He hesitated, torn between duty and self-preservation. I could smell his fear beneath the alcohol and smoke. After a tense moment, he stepped aside.Good.My patience was already fraying. Had he chosen otherwise, I was not certain

Mirelle’s pov My hand tightened around Callan’s small wrist as I stepped in front of him, my body instinctively shielding his. I did not take my eyes off the human kneeling on the forest floor. He was hunched forward, clutching his chest with both hands, teeth clenched as low groans tore from his throat. “Please,” he whispered hoarsely. “Help me.” He lifted his head just long enough to look at us before it dropped again, his fist pressing hard against his ribs. We did not move. Every instinct screamed at me to stay rooted where I was. Pain or not, he was still a stranger. A human in the middle of the woods was never just a coincidence. He looked up again, something hollow and defeated lingering in his gaze. I could see that something terrible had happened to him. Still, sympathy did not erase caution. He could be a hunter or spy, someone sent to track us and report back. “I never thought I’d see anyone else out here,” he said weakly, relief flickering through his exhaustion. “Let

Mirelle’s PovIt had been three days since Dominic left. We were running low on food, and there had been no word from him. Callan missed him terribly. Every day, without fail, he asked if Dominic was coming back.I told myself I didn’t care. Truly, I did. His absence wasn’t a surprise. Men like him always left. Sooner or later, they abandoned you, no matter what promises they made. I had already begun making plans to leave, quietly preparing for a future that did not include him. I would not gamble my son’s safety on hope. Not again. Not even on Dominic.Alexander’s injuries had healed enough for him to move around without wincing. The color had returned to his face, and though grief still clung to him like a shadow, he looked stronger. More present. I understood that kind of pain far too well.Somewhere along the way, I had started trusting him around Callan. It hadn’t been easy, accepting a human under our roof, but Alex had never questioned us. Never suspected a thing. To him, we w

Dominic's POV The council chamber felt suffocating. Ancient stone walls carved with the histories of alphas long dead loomed around me, their engraved eyes seeming to watch, judge, and condemn. I sat at the head of the long table, shoulders squared, spine straight, refusing to show weakness. Twelve council members lined either side, elders and advisors who had served my father, and his father before him. Every single one of them was questioning my right to lead. “Alpha,” Elder Thorne began, his voice steady but weighted with concern. “We have called this meeting out of fear for the pack’s future. In recent weeks, your attention has been… divided.” He was the oldest among them, over seven hundred years old, yet age had not dulled him. His posture was strong, his presence commanding. Silver threaded through his dark hair, faint lines etched his face, but his green eyes were sharp as ever as they searched mine for weakness. I gave him none. “My attention has been exactly where it