All Chapters of Dance Of The Rejected Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Congratulations, Luna, you’re pregnant.”I snapped my gaze to Dr. Morrison who was staring at me with a warm, practiced smile.I gaped at her, my fingers gripping the edge of the examination table until I could have sworn that my knuckles went pale.“Are you certain?”“There’s no doubt.” She gestured to the screen I couldn’t bring myself to look at. “And actually, congratulations are doubly in order. You’re carrying twins.”The air left my lungs in a slow, silent rush.Twins.I pressed a hand to my stomach, feeling nothing but the smooth fabric of my blouse.Twins… two babies were in this tummy growing already?I had no idea how to feel beyond the shock that was washing through me. Had no idea if I should be pleased… happy and excited or if I should be worried.Of course I have always wanted a baby. For seven years since I got married to Kieran, I had secretly prayed and hoped for this, but Kieran and I never had a deep conversation about it, so it was hard trying to picture how he w

Through the haze of agony, I heard his footsteps retreat. Heard Morgana’s sobs soften into something almost like satisfaction. The front door opened and slammed shut, taking him with it.And I lay there on the cold marble floor of the house I’d made a home, bleeding onto expensive rugs I’d picked out myself, my body curling around the life I was losing, understanding with terrible clarity that the man I’d loved had never existed at all.He’d been a ghost I’d conjured from hope and loneliness. A beautiful lie I’d told myself for so long I’d forgotten it wasn’t real.The babies. My twins. Our twins.I pressed my hand harder against my stomach and felt the wetness there, warm and damning, and something inside me broke that had nothing to do with my body.Everything I’d sacrificed. Everything I’d given up. My family. My sister’s funeral. My father’s disappointment. My mother’s tears. All of it abandoned for this—for a man who’d just kicked his children out of existence because they had th

I watched the expressions flicker across her face—shock melting into something almost like pleasure before snapping back to shock again. I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face. After seven years of waiting, of watching from a distance, of hoping she'd come back, she was finally here. Finally home.My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and demanding. Every instinct screamed at me to close the distance between us, to pull her into my arms and never let go, to mark her so thoroughly that no one would ever question who she belonged to.But I wouldn't. Not in front of everyone. Not when she was still wearing another man's ring, still technically married to the bastard who'd put those bruises on her skin. I wasn't ready for those complications yet.The Queen placed a gentle hand on Khione's shoulder. "I thought it would be good to have someone familiar watching over you. Someone you trust."Khione gasped, still staring at me like I was a ghost made flesh. "I had no idea you

I couldn’t sleep.Whenever I managed to close my eyes, I saw the clear disappointment on my father’s face, in his eyes. Heard Kieran’s threats echoing in my head. Felt the excruciating pain of his boot connecting with my stomach, with my babies.At two in the morning, I gave up trying to sleep.I pulled on a robe over my nightgown and padded barefoot down the hallway. The house was silent, moonlight streaming through the tall windows and casting long shadows across the marble floors. I’d walked these halls a thousand times as a child, knew every creak and corner by heart.My feet carried me to the library without conscious thought. It had always been my refuge, the place I’d escaped to when the weight of being an heir became too much.I pushed open the heavy oak door and froze.Emrys sat in one of the leather armchairs near the fireplace, a book forgotten in his lap. He looked up when I entered, no surprise in those amber eyes.“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked.“How did you know I’d

I couldn’t sleep.Whenever I managed to close my eyes, I saw the clear disappointment on my father’s face, in his eyes. Heard Kieran’s threats echoing in my head. Felt the excruciating pain of his boot connecting with my stomach, with my babies.At two in the morning, I gave up trying to sleep.I pulled on a robe over my nightgown and padded barefoot down the hallway. The house was silent, moonlight streaming through the tall windows and casting long shadows across the marble floors. I’d walked these halls a thousand times as a child, knew every creak and corner by heart.My feet carried me to the library without conscious thought. It had always been my refuge, the place I’d escaped to when the weight of being an heir became too much.I pushed open the heavy oak door and froze.Emrys sat in one of the leather armchairs near the fireplace, a book forgotten in his lap. He looked up when I entered, no surprise in those amber eyes.“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked.“How did you know I’d