All Chapters of Rejected While Pregnant: The Masked Alpha's Luna Queen: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Third PersonAfter dinner, Liora and Keal returned to their room. Everywhere was quiet, and the unspoken words between them weighed even heavier.Liora walked over and claimed her side of the bed, drawing the duvet over her. She watched him stand before the giant glass balcony door, his hands buried in his pockets.“You should have said something,” she whispered.Keal’s breath hitched, and she noticed.“Like?” he asked coldly.Liora’s anger flared up instantly. “Like assassins will be coming... like you should be careful... like give me something or ask me to prepare something to protect myself,” she growled, sitting up. All she was trying to do was communicate, and he had to act like... as if it were nothing.“Then have you make them suspicious and spoil everything?... Never."Those words cut deeper than any blade.“Never,” Liora chuckled bitterly. “So you think I am incapable of helping? You think I am so stupid that I will jeopardise your great plan?” she yelled.Keal pinched his n

Third PersonKael’s lips curled. He loved this reaction more; the masks of fakeness were slipping, and now everyone was representing their true selves.So, with stretched lips, he turned to the Prime Minister.“Or does the Godfather have a better option?”Seven words, and hope sparked in their eyes like life from a dying fire.Varik watched, and within, he smiled.The bait was in action.The council sat with expectant gazes, everyone looking up to Prime Minister Caswell to say the needful.“Kael,” Prime Minister Caswell began with all decorum and seriousness, “the pack has held the Luna Queen title for generations, and it would be a slap in the face to let another take it just because our Luna is sick and unable to make it.”Kael nodded.“But she can still be awarded the title without being present, right?” Kael asked.The ministers and elders quickly shook their heads like trapped toddlers.“Yes… But no,” Logan Montreal trailed off.“The title is the greatest of all to be awarded to

Third PersonThat night, the guest residence prepared to receive another occupant. The ride wasn't long, but to Yella, it felt like an eternity. The guards opened the gate, and instead of one car as they had expected, three cars drove in, with two carrying the prime minister's plaque.Yella stepped out as the car settled, and with her, Elise climbed down and brought out the valise within the Alpha's car."Bring out the rest, and Beta Varik will show you to my room," Yella announced, and Varik's face had never darkened in so little time."I am not your servant... I am the Alpha's Beta, not some errand boy," Varik hissed."Oh, come on, Varik. We all know I will soon be Luna, and you will have to take orders from me, so why don't we start rehearsing?” Yella turned to the guards and maids, who stood with their mouths hanging open. "Come on... chop chop, carry everything... nothing should be missing," she ordered and then turned back to Varik. "Lead the way, Beta."Varik's eyes shone wit

Third PersonAs Maddox walked back in, Yella tried standing, but her body collapsed back on the ground with a great thud, and a painful moan escaped her trembling lips.“My lady!” Elise rushed towards the stairs, but her path was quickly blocked by a servant.“No one is allowed up without permission.”“But... she is in pain, and I am not going to see the Luna. I just want to help bring my lady down,” she cried, but no one was ready to show Yella any sympathy.“Since your lady regarded herself above the law and trespassed on a forbidden zone, she must be more than capable of bringing herself down,” Agatha’s taunting voice echoed.“She is in pain... what if she is bleeding?” Elise pleaded.“And how is that my problem? The orders are clear, and she broke them, so she should have thought of how to get herself down since she decided to climb up.”Elise’s jaw clenched. Tears burned in her eyes.“You will regret this... the prime minister wouldn’t let you off so easily. Just you wait and see

Third PersonThe conference hall was decorated with decorum. Shimmering chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystal lights falling across the room. Black, purple, and gold drapes spread across the windows, bearing Darkmoon’s crest. Banners hung on the walls, and guards stood at every corner, steady, calm, and still. Their presence was firm, and their eyes glanced around with precision and focus.Each table carried a bottle of water, no alcoholic drink, and a bottle of alcoholic champagne. Glasses were placed according to the number of representatives per invite. For the warlocks, only two representatives had accompanied the returned invitation; for the witches, three; and packs came in tens. For alphas who couldn’t bring their Lunas, they filled the gap with nobles and other important personalities, while Darkmoon, the hosting pack, had a twenty-person seat reserved, excluding the Alpha and Luna.Distinguished guests entered in order of rank, and their seats were placed accordin