All Chapters of Chasing His Rejected Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Seraphina’s Pov Standing in Dominic’s room now, memories come crashing back with brutal clarity. This was where he used to bring me. Where he used to talk, open up, tell me how he felt. Where I once dared to believe that one day, we would lie on this bed together, not as childhood companions or convenient allies, but as lovers. As Alpha and Luna. We dated. For a while. And then she happened. That bitch haunted every conversation, every quiet moment. No matter what we talked about, she always found her way into his thoughts. I grew sick of it. Sick of hearing her name. Sick of watching him worry over a woman who cheated on him. She betrayed him and still he mourned her. For all I knew, she was out there living her best life, laughing, free, untouched by the damage she caused. “What does she have that I don’t?” I muttered, fingers brushing over the neatly made duvet. My chest tightened as I imagined us together, whole, powerful, and united. Alpha King and Luna. But the image sha

Dominic’s povFinally, I was going back to Mirelle and Callan.The thought steadied me as I made my way through the forest, still in my wolf form. I did not run. I needed the time to think, to sort through the mess in my head. The steady rhythm of my steps against the earth gave me space to breathe.I wondered how Mirelle would react if she ever found out about Seraphina. About the child she claimed was mine.I doubted she would care, not truly, but I was not willing to risk it. The worst outcome would be Mirelle disappearing again, taking Callan with her, and that was something I would not survive twice. For now, it was better to keep that information buried. As long as possible.I had already made my decision about Seraphina. She would remain in the pack house. If she truly carried my child, then responsibility demanded I accept that reality. But if I discovered it was a lie, a manipulation meant to force her way into my life, then she would learn just how unforgiving I could be.Da

“Wait!” he screamed. I paused just as he frantically dug into his pocket. With shaking fingers, he pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and thrust it toward me as if his life depended on it. I snatched the phone and looked down at the screen. A picture stared back at me. A middle-aged man cloaked in black, his hood drawn low over his face. I didn’t recognize him. “And who the fuck is this?” I asked coldly, lifting my eyes to him as my patience thinned to a razor’s edge. “He—he knows about the boy and his mother,” he blurted out. I loosened my grip just enough for him to suck in air. He coughed violently, glanced at the corpse beside us, then hurried on, fear thick in his voice. “During my search for them, one of my intel sources mentioned him. He went to report the attacks in the woods to the authorities. That drew the attention of the hunters, they questioned him. And he talked. He spoke about the woman and the child.” My grip tightened again. “They’re still in the woods,” he f

Seraphina’s Pov ( Four days earlier ) The morning breakfast felt dull and empty. It did not feel special the way it was meant to. Dominic was not there. His chair sat across from me, untouched and cold, his plate still set as though he might return any moment, yet his absence pressed heavily on my chest as his mother and I ate in silence broken only by her voice. I appreciated her kindness. I truly did. But in that moment, I wished she would stop talking and read the room. My heart was not in the conversation. I answered when necessary, nodded when expected, but my mind was elsewhere, circling the same thought over and over. Where was Dominic and why was he not here with me. “Did your father…” she began. “Where is the Alpha?” I cut in, my voice sharper than I intended. That finally made her stop. I looked at her briefly before my eyes drifted back to his empty chair. “Did he go somewhere? I thought we were supposed to have breakfast together, mother.” She paused, then nodded gen

Dominic’s Pov“What do you mean there is nothing wrong with her?” I snapped, my voice rising as frustration burned through me. I turned sharply to the female pack doctor, my fists clenched at my sides. “You are standing there telling me that she collapsed in front of me, lost consciousness, terrified and shaking, and you found nothing wrong with her?”My brows pulled together as I looked back at Seraphina. She lay motionless on the bed, her eyes closed, her face pale against the pillows. I held her carefully in my arms moments ago, and even now the image of how weak she felt refused to leave my mind. She looked sick. Too sick to be dismissed so easily.“I I could not find anything wrong,” the pack doctor said softly, her voice trembling with unease. “I have examined her thoroughly. I tried everything I know. Physically, she seems fine. Perhaps she is exhausted. Extreme emotional strain can sometimes cause the body to shut down. It may be something her wolf can heal on its own, so it i