All Chapters of Never Reject A Secret Luna Heiress: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rue’s PerspectiveThe officer’s face was still twisted in disbelief when his superior moved. The slap, infused with magic, landed cleanly across his face, the sound echoing across the tent like a gunshot.He staggered sideways and didn’t even try to straighten up. His eyes were wide and unfocused, like an animal that had just realized it was helpless.The superior officer leaned down slowly, his voice low enough that only those of us around them could hear.“She is Alpha Cyrus’s daughter.”The color drained from the junior officer’s face so fast it was almost frightening. His knees buckled.“No… no…” he whispered, shaking violently. “That’s impossible…”But terror had already taken root. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he looked at me again, really looked this time. Not as a woman. Not as a suspect.The superior straightened immediately and turned toward me, his posture tense with panic. He bowed deeply.“Miss Rue,” he said hurriedly. “This incident is a result of my failure in m

Aiden’s POVThen the screen lit up and everyone was silent.At first, no one spoke. The footage was unmistakably real, unedited, captured from a low angle that shook slightly with every movement. I recognized Rue’s voice before I even saw her face.“Before you even spout whatever it is you want to say, this isn’t the time,” she said coldly on the screen. “You should get back to the camp. It's dangerous out here…”The camera panned.Veronica, draped in luxury even in the middle of catastrophe. Sora beside her, lips curled in disdain.“Who do you think you are, ordering us around?” Sora snappedMy chest tightened. The next scene struck harder.The mutated rabid wolf burst from the shadows, moving with terrifying speed. Rue reacted instantly, no panic or hesitation. She pushed Veronica aside, her movements sharp and controlled, gun raised and stance steady.The wolf fell. Another followed. And another. The wolves, now uncountable in number, kept attacking Rue and her men. They stood the

Rue’s PerspectiveThe number of mutated rabid wolves grew every single day.Reports came in like clockwork, scratches here, bites there, a border breach narrowly contained, a patrol that never returned. Even with centralized control, even with culling operations, the sense of pressure never eased. It sat on my chest like a weight that refused to lift.Every morning, before dawn, I checked Iris first.She was still asleep when I knelt by her bed, her breathing soft and steady. I brushed a kiss into her hair, lingering longer than necessary, as if imprinting the moment into my bones.“Wake up Iris,” I murmured.She groaned and turned her face into the pillow. “Too early.”“I know,” I said gently. “But you need to eat.”She frowned when I set the bowl down. “Oatmeal again?”“I know you don’t like it,” I acknowledged, crouching to her height. “But it’s warm. It’s safe. And it’ll make you strong.”Oatmeal was the most basic meal available currently.She eyed me suspiciously. “Do you eat it

Haven’s PerspectiveI had always believed that if you wanted something badly enough, you didn’t wait for fate to hand it to you. You designed fate. Took charge of it and get what you want.That was what I was doing now.Everything had been arranged with meticulous care, so precise that even I felt a thrill watching the final pieces fall into place. The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts had once been used for freight transfer, then forgotten when the northern routes collapsed. It had no cameras, no patrols and no witnesses. Just rusted steel, dust, and loud echoes.Perfect.Rue lay where I had ordered her placed, her body slack, wrists bound, eyes closed under the influence of the drug I’d measured carefully. Enough to immobilize her. Enough to dull her senses. Not enough to kill her.Not yet.I crouched in front of her and tilted my head, studying her face in the dim light.Even unconscious, she looked infuriatingly composed. So calm and clean. As if the world had never dared to s

Percy’s POVHer blood soaked through my arms.It was warm at first, then slowly cooling, each passing second a reminder that time was bleeding out of her just as surely as she was bleeding into me. Rue’s head lolled against my chest as I carried her toward a nearby helicopter.Her breathing was shallow, uneven, every rise of her chest fading, becoming weaker and weaker.Stay with me.I repeated it silently, like a prayer, like a command.The bite marks on her calf were already darkening, veins spider-webbing outward beneath her skin in that sick, unnatural way I’d seen too many times today. Mutated rabid wolves didn’t just wound, they became something else.And I would not let the virus erase her.The rotors roared to life as I leapt into the helicopter, laying her down with a care. My hands shook despite surviving the wolf onslaught, despite the wolves I’d torn apart with my own teeth.This was different. This was Rue.The medic rushed forward, eyes widening at the sight of her wound