All Chapters of Never Reject A Secret Luna Heiress: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Percy’s POVThe lights overhead buzzed faintly, a sound that drilled into my skull with every passing second. I sat on the edge of the metal table while my Beta stood a few steps away, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles grew pale.“This is madness,” he said hoarsely. “Alpha, you’ve already lost too much blood. Your ribs are fractured, your shoulder hasn’t healed, and the bites…”“I know,” I interrupted calmly. “No. You don’t. Because if you did, you wouldn’t be insisting on this. Your life is on the line.”The medic nearby avoided my eyes, pretending to recheck instruments that were already prepared. Everyone in this room understood what I was about to do. No one wanted to be the one to tell me no, because they knew I wouldn’t listen.Alpha Cyrus, his wife and Cole, could only stand at a distance and watch. By themselves, they had no hope of saving Rue. I was their only option. In addition, they couldn’t convince me to back away, even if they tried.“She needs Alpha blood,” I sai

Aiden’s POVOur packhouse was a ghost of its original self.Charred beams postured at unnatural angles, claw marks gouged deep into stone walls that had once sheltered my pack’s members. The air still carried the faint, metallic scent of blood and burnt fur, a reminder that mutant wolves had torn through this place without mercy.This has been our home since I was born.I stepped inside slowly, my boots crunching against shattered glass and debris. Every instinct screamed for me to stop, to turn around, but my feet moved anyway, dragging me forward through the ruins of Half Moon Pack residence.The living room was empty, and so were the bedrooms. As if in reflex, I recalled how Rue had once made Half Moon Pack thrive under her hands. That was before the divorce, before she left with everything that was hers.I moved room to room like a ghost. Our bedroom was bare. The closet stripped clean. Even the drawer where she used to keep handwritten notes, reminders for herself and for me, wa

Rue’s POVPain was the first thing I felt when I woke up. It was everywhere. A consuming ache that wrapped around my entire body. My consciousness rose and fell in sluggish waves, as if I were trapped beneath ice, knocking weakly while the world above blurred.I tried to breathe but my lungs burned.Something hissed softly near my ear. It was a rhythmic mechanical sound.. When my eyes finally cracked open, the light was so bright I squinted my eyes in pain.I gasped but the sound that came out was broken, barely human.A shadow loomed over me immediately.“Easy,” a woman said, her voice kind. “Don’t move. Please don’t move.”Hands pressed gently but decisively against my shoulders, keeping me from jerking away. I blinked again, vision swimming. The white ceiling with harsh lights loomed over me. The antiseptic sting of medicine flooded my senses, making my stomach lurch.I tried to speak but nothing came out.My tongue felt swollen and heavy, like it didn’t belong to me anymore. My j

Cole’s POVTwo months, that was how long it took for my sister to speak again. Her words weren’t clear, or smooth, but they were an indication that she was in the world of the living.I remember the exact moment because time had become strange inside the safe house. Days bled into nights without distinction. The underground lights mimicked dawn and dusk, but nothing about this place felt natural. Even breathing felt borrowed, like we were trespassers in a world that had already ended.Rue sat upright on the narrow medical bed, her back supported by restraints that were no longer necessary but still there out of habit. Her eyes, once observant, now tracked movement slowly, as if each blink required permission from a damaged system.She looked at me.And said, haltingly, broken by pauses.“I… am… awake.”Not I’m awake.I am awake.As if she were announcing her return to herself.I didn’t respond immediately.At that moment, my hands shook so violently I had to grip the metal railing of

Aiden’s POVI found the phone by accident. It was buried beneath layers of abandoned supplies in a storage tent within the Safe Zone. An old device, its casing scratched, its screen cracked at the corner like a spiderweb frozen mid-collapse.Rue’s phone.The moment I recognized it, my fingers went numb.I don’t know how long I stood there staring at it before I realized I was holding my breath. The world narrowed to the weight of that object in my palm, heavier than any weapon I had ever carried. I told myself I shouldn’t turn it on. I told myself it didn’t matter anymore.I lied.The battery was nearly dead, but it flickered to life long enough to damn me.Message notifications flooded the screen the moment it unlocked, dozens, maybe hundreds, all from different senders. I noticed Haven was one of them.My chest tightened as I opened one, then another. Then I stopped breathing entirely.Videos, photos and voice notes.Haven smiling into the camera, eyes bright with malice. Haven stan