All Chapters of CHASING HIS REJECTED LUNA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ava's POVI woke up to my last day of freedom and felt the weight of it pressing down on my chest like concrete.Twenty-four hours. That was all I had left before Dante expected an answer and Adrian's desperation reached a breaking point.I heard Adrian’s question to Sophia on repeat in my mind. His voice asking Sophia if she had filed the complaint and orchestrate the Council investigation. They wanted to know if I coerce Adrian to severe the bond between him and Sophia.Except Sophia had denied doing it. She had looked genuinely confused when Adrian asked her about it.I knew because I had followed him there. Stood in the shadows and listened to their entire conversation through the thin walls.Someone was lying. Either the video was fake or Sophia was protecting Adrian or some third party was manipulating all of us like pieces on a chessboard.Nothing made sense anymore and I was drowning in secrets and half-truths.A knock at my door interrupted the spiral of thoughts. Catherine e

Ava's POVThe road stretched endlessly before me and every mile put distance between my old life and whatever came next.I drove for hours without stopping. My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles ached and my eyes burned from staring at asphalt.Silver Creek Pack territory appeared just after noon. The welcome sign was weathered but readable and promised sanctuary for travelers passing through neutral zones.My cousin Marissa lived here. We had not spoken in years but blood was blood and I hoped that would count for something.The town was smaller than I remembered. Main street held maybe a dozen shops and the pack house sat on a hill overlooking everything like a watchful guardian.I pulled up to Marissa's address and found a tidy house with flower boxes in the windows. Hope flickered in my chest as I knocked.A woman I barely recognized answered. Marissa had aged well but her eyes held wariness when she saw me standing on her porch."Ava." She did not sound pleased. "

Ava's POVThe morning sickness started on a Tuesday and I barely made it to the bathroom before my stomach emptied itself.Ruth knocked softly on the door while I knelt on the cold tile and tried to remember what I had eaten that might have caused this."Dear, are you alright?" Her voice carried concern through the thin wood. "This is the third morning in a row I have heard you being sick."Three mornings. The realization hit me like ice water and suddenly I could not breathe properly.I splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My skin looked pale and my eyes held fear I could not hide.The calendar in my room confirmed what my body already suspected. My heat cycle was late and not just by a few days.Panic clawed up my throat as I counted backwards. The last time I had been with Adrian was the night before the Summit Ball and that felt like a lifetime ago.We had been desperate for each other that night. Frantic and consuming and completely unprotecte

Ava's POVThe bell above the bookstore door chimed and I looked up from shelving romance novels to see Dante standing in the entrance.My heart stopped. He looked different somehow and the usual arrogance that clung to him like cologne had faded into something softer and more uncertain."Ava." My name sounded rough coming from his mouth. "Can we talk?"Every instinct screamed at me to refuse. To tell him he had no right to show up in my safe space and demand my attention.But something in his expression made me hesitate. He looked almost vulnerable and I had never seen Dante vulnerable before."Margaret, I am taking my break." I did not wait for her response before walking toward the door.Dante followed me outside and the afternoon sun felt too bright after the dimness of the shop. We walked in silence toward the small park two blocks away.The park was empty except for an elderly woman feeding pigeons. We sat on a bench far enough away that she could not hear our conversation."I sa

Ava's POVI watched Adrian and Dante from the bookstore window and my hands shook with anger that had been building for months.They stood in the street arguing like I was some territory to be divided between them instead of a person with my own thoughts and feelings.Margaret touched my shoulder gently. "Are you alright, dear?""No." The honesty felt liberating. "But I will be once I stop letting them dictate my life."I went upstairs to my tiny room and sat at the desk Tom had given me when I first moved in. The wood was scratched and the chair wobbled but it was mine.Two sheets of paper. Two letters that needed to be written before I could move forward with any kind of peace.The letter to Adrian came first because his betrayal had cut deepest and needed the most words to explain.My hand moved across the page and years of love and pain poured out through the ink. I told him I had loved him with everything I had and that part of me probably always would.But the betrayal with Soph