Todos los capítulos de Chasing His Rejected Luna: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

I was stunned. Words failed me as I stared at her, my mind struggling to catch up with what she had just said. My gaze drifted to Callan, sleeping peacefully on the bed now, and then back to her face. My heart pounded hard and fast in my chest.Why?The question burned in my throat, but I did not ask it. Something told me she would leave whether I understood or not.Her eyes searched mine, her brows knitting with uncertainty, and I cleared my throat.“You are leaving tomorrow?” I asked slowly, just to be sure.She nodded.“And what about the hunters?” I pressed.“That is exactly why I have to leave,” she replied quietly. Her hands found Callan’s, and she squeezed his small fingers gently. “Too much has happened. I am tired, Dominic. I am tired of hiding. I am tired of running. I want to be somewhere I will be accepted. Somewhere far away. Somewhere no one will think to look for me.”Her gaze lifted to mine, softening for a brief moment, and then something in her eyes vanished, as thou

“Are you suggesting that I betray my best friend and my Alpha?” Dante asked, his fists curling tightly on the table as he locked eyes with the elder. His voice was low, controlled, but the fury beneath it was unmistakable.He could not wrap his mind around it. What the council was proposing was treason, plain and unforgivable. They were scheming behind Dominic’s back, daring to plot the downfall of their own Alpha as though loyalty meant nothing. If Dominic ever found out, there would be blood. And Dante’s friendship with him would be shattered beyond repair.What they were asking of him was unthinkable.They wanted him to turn against the only brother he had ever known. To strip Dominic of his title, his authority, his life if it came to that. And Luna Isolde? The thought of her alone made Dante’s chest tighten. There was no way she would sit by and allow such betrayal. Beneath her softness lay a lethal force, and treason was never forgiven. Never.Elder Morrison did not look the lea

“What do you mean, here?” my mother asked. Her lips trembled, the color draining from her face as fear finally caught up to her. “What happened to the rest of you? How did they cross the borders?”Those were the same questions burning through my mind. Why was he alone. Why was he covered in blood. How did the hunters breach our defenses so easily. The only answer that made sense twisted my gut painfully. They were looking for someone.“They are all dead, Luna,” the young lad said. His voice cracked and tears spilled freely down his cheeks. “They took us by surprise. None of us saw it coming. One moment we were patrolling and the next we were surrounded. Some of us fought back and were killed. Others were captured alive. I only escaped because I ran. I was the only one who made it out.” His shoulders shook violently as he finally broke.“My brother,” he choked out. “They killed my brother.”The words hit me like a blow to the chest. Pain bloomed, sharp and unforgiving. I had sworn to p

“Fuckers!” Theo roared as gunfire erupted around him.He rushed forward, heart pounding, only to freeze when a scream tore through the air behind him. He spun around and his blood ran cold.Two more massive brown wolves stood where there had been nothing moments ago. Their bodies were huge, muscles rippling beneath blood matted fur, eyes glowing with savage intelligence.Gunshots thundered through the clearing, loud enough to ring ears and shatter nerves. Hunters fired wildly, shouting, screaming, praying as bullets tore through the air. But the wolves kept coming. It felt endless, like the forest itself was vomiting them out.Sweat poured down Theo’s face as the two wolves charged him. He lifted his rifle and fired, the recoil jarring his arms. The first shot missed its head. The second struck the other wolf in the hind leg, making it stumble with a furious snarl.The uninjured wolf leapt.Theo dove to the side, rolling hard against the dirt. He yanked a pistol from his belt and fire

I dropped to my knees and began gathering her clothes carefully, pressing the fabric into my arms like they were fragile memories that might disappear if handled too roughly. The faint scent of her clung to them. I swallowed hard before forcing myself to stand, folding the clothes with careful precision and placing them neatly on the dresser. “Help me clean,” I said quietly. Dante nodded immediately, though his eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than usual. He did not question me. He did not push. He simply began picking up broken pieces of the room alongside me. In a couple of hours, the room had been completely cleaned. The scent of antiseptic replaced the lingering smell of blood and gunpowder. Dante and I stood in the living room, surrounded by an eerie calm that felt heavier than the chaos that had once filled this place. That was when I reached into my pocket, pulled out the burner phone, and handed it to him. “I want you to find out who has been calling this n