All Chapters of Never Reject A Secret Luna Heiress: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rue’s POVEvery head turned.“I’ve heard,” Haven continued, eyes never leaving mine, “that Mr. Killian despises women who are divorced, unfaithful, and irresponsible toward their families.”The implication was not subtle. It might as well have been a public insult.A ripple of discomfort spread through the crowd.Sora’s face was drained of color. She gestured frantically, whispering, “Lower your voice! This is disgraceful…”But Haven only laughed.“Why?” she snapped. “Isn’t this what everyone’s thinking? That beneath all this performance…this jewelry and borrowed nobility…she’s still the woman Aiden threw away?”My heart tightened.“You stole,” Haven went on, momentum feeding her recklessness. “You stole credit. You stole sympathy from everyone. You stole a place you never earned.”Her words grew uglier, louder, more unrestrained. “An Omega pretending to be something else. An abandoned wife dressed up as an heir.”My brother moved.I felt it before I saw it, Cole’s fury flaring. His h

Aiden’s POVI had never known rage like that.It tore through me the moment I saw Percy standing beside Rue, his hand at her waist as if it had always belonged there. As if I had never existed. The world narrowed until there was only that image, her calm composure, her eyes no longer searching for me.“She’s mine,” I said, my voice raw, feral. “This is a mistake.”Rue turned toward me.“I have nothing to do with you anymore, Aiden.”The words felt like a knockout blow. As if she were severing a limb that had long since turned gangrenous.Something in me snapped.I felt my wolf surge forward, furious, possessive, desperate to reclaim what it believed had been stolen. I did not think. I did not weigh consequence or dignity. I shifted, power ripping through my bones as if violence alone could rewrite reality.I would force this world to remember.I would force her to remember.But Percy was already moving.His wolf met mine head-on, dark, massive, terrifyingly controlled. There was no he

Rue’s POVAfter clearing the vehicle of some supplies, I climbed into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and sped off into the rain, leaving the convoy fading into the storm behind me.One and a half hours later, SpringValley Airfield rose out of the storm like a dark, looming shadow, lights flickering beneath the churning black rain.Passengers crowded the entrance, huddled beneath awnings, fearful faces turned upward at the sky. The airport staff were scrambling, trying to maintain order. But in this kind of unknown situation, order was something that was alien.I sprinted to the front desk.“Hey,” I said. “You need to evacuate this building. Right now. Its an emergency.”The manager blinked at my soaked, frantic state. “Evacuate? Miss, we can’t… passengers have booked flights and we can't just evacuate everyone on a…”“You can and you must,” I said firmly. “An outbreak has been reported south of here. You’re within the potential spillover zone. Move the passengers to the upper

Rue’s POVThe world blurred into motion, gunshots, snarls, the wet slap of claws on tile, the breathless rhythm of survival. I stopped counting how many mutated wolves came at us. I stopped tracking how many bullets I had left. All I knew was movement. Mine, Percy’s, Aiden’s, three forces that had never aligned before but somehow united by a common goal.Percy’s wolf collided with one of the attackers, slamming it against a wall with enough force to crack bone. I fired into the skull of another that lunged toward the pregnant woman. Aiden, breath ragged, drove his blade into the temple of a third, its body crumpling at our feet.We were tired, no, beyond tired. The type of exhaustion that sank into the bones and soured the air in your lungs. But stopping meant dying.Then, amid the chaos, a sharp psychic tug brushed against my mind.Rue.Cole’s voice, calm.Blood Claw forces are at the airport perimeter. Hold your position. We're breaking in.My chest loosened. Relief hit so suddenly

Haven’s PerspectiveI woke up irritated.The tent felt smaller than usual, the air thick with the smell of damp canvas and human desperation. Outside, voices murmured, too noisy for my own comfort. Ever since we’d arrived at the Northern Safe Zone, people had begun to forget their place. They looked at me not with reverence, but with need.Need was exhausting.“Haven, Haven…please.”The voice was weak, almost cracking. I pushed the tent flap aside and found a civilian kneeling in the mud, hands trembling as they clasped together.“My child hasn’t eaten since yesterday,” he said. “Just a little bread. Please.”I stared down at him, unimpressed.Supplies were power. And power was the only thing that kept people obedient.“If I give you bread,” I said coolly, “what happens when the next ten come asking?”His lips quivered. “I…I don’t know.”Exactly.“No,” I said, stepping past him.He reached out instinctively, fingers brushing my boot.Something ugly surged in my chest.I kicked his han