All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Dark Gift: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I sensed immediately that something wasn’t right the moment I entered the pack house kitchens. The typical morning commotion had stopped, no banging of pans no familiar quarrels among the chefs no steaming sounds from the ovens. Only. The scent of charred bread and no one hurried to investigate. My mother remained motionless at the counter. Her fingers clutched the stone surface tightly her knuckles change color . Three other kitchen staff gathered close, to the pantry doorway murmuring in the anxious manner wolves behave when frightened but trying to conceal their fear. "Mom?" I placed my basket filled with picked herbs from the garden. "What’s going on,what happened?" She glanced back at me. Her eyes were excessively wide her complexion unusually pale. "Dian. You must go. Immediately." She shoved me from behind as if shielding me from some threat that made no sense—I was always here, in the mornings. We followed our routine: I collected herbs she began the bread and we collabor

I woke up in the healer's cottage and for half a second I didn't remember why. Then it all came crashing back and I wished I'd stayed unconscious. Margot the healer seen hovering over me looking worried. I tried to sit up and pain exploded in my chest , not again. I was so sick of hurting. "Easy," Margot said, pushing me back down. "Don't move too fast." My voice came out rough like I'd been screaming the whole day. "What happened?" She checked my pulse and widened my eyeballs to check for issues. "You've been unconscious for two days now. The bond rejection caused severe trauma. Your body shut down." Two days. I'd lost two whole days to this who drama, the anger sparked hot in my heart . "Where's my mom?" I asked. Margot's expression softened in a smile. "Getting food for you dear. She hasn't left your side ever since. Neither has your father as well." Great. So they'd watched me fall apart for two days straight now that was humiliating. I closed my eyes and tried not to feel any

I didn't want to go to the pack meeting. I had no intention of showing my face in front of everyone who'd watched me get destroyed three weeks ago. But my father insisted. He stood in my doorway that morning with his arms crossed and that stubborn expression that meant arguing was pointless. "You need to show your face," he said. His tone was grim. "Hiding makes it worse. Makes it look like you have something to be ashamed of." I wanted to laugh at that. I had everything to be ashamed of according to the pack. I was the rejected one. The weak one. The mistake the moon goddess made. But I got dressed anyway because my father had that look that said he wasn't backing down. The herbs Luna Seraphine gave me had helped. The constant pain in my chest had dulled to something manageable. I could breathe without it feeling like broken glass in my lungs. I still couldn't shift because my wolf stayed buried deep and terrified. But at least I could function. Small victories. My mom walked w

The grey wolf shifted and suddenly there was a man standing there instead. In his Thirties maybe, with the same scars marking his skin that had marked his fur. He leaned back against a tree and just looked at me, like he had all the time in the world. "You should shift back," he said. "Being human out here, that's asking for trouble. Though I guess you're in trouble either way." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Who are you?" "Finn. No pack. No ties. Just me." He studied my face. "And you're Dian Drake. The rejected mate everyone's suddenly so curious about." My face burned. Shame and anger mixed together until I couldn't tell them apart. "I don't need your pity." "Good, because I'm not offering pity." He pushed himself off the tree and started walking, moving like someone who knew these woods in his sleep. "But I am offering information. They're hunting you. Did you know that?" "Who?" i asked curiously. "Rogues. Not the usual kind though. These ones have their heads on s

By the time i woke up everywhere felt so warm. That was the first thing I noticed. Warmth. And there was a smell, herbs and something oddly satisfying. Soft fabric against my skin instead of cold stone. My eyes opened slowly.I was in an actual bed with clean sheets and a thick blanket. Fire crackled somewhere to my left, throwing shadows on wooden walls. "You're awake." a calm voice spoke. A woman sat in a chair next to the bed. Grey hair pulled back tight, sharp eyes that looked like they could see right through me. She was old but not weak. Strong in a way that made me guess she'd survived things that would have killed most people. "You almost died three times getting here," she said, calm as anything. "Most would have given up." My throat was too dry to speak. She must have known because she held out a cup of water. I pushed myself up, ignoring the way my body acted weak, and took it. The water was cool and I had to stop myself from drinking it all at once. "Where am I