All Chapters of THE REJECTED LUNA’S FOUR KINGS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV EMMA BELLEThe air in the Forbidden Forest didn’t just feel cold; it felt alive, thick with a power that vibrated against my skin like a thousand invisible needles. I was still trembling on the forest floor, the copper scent of Jace’s blood lingering in the air.Félix—Lixie—remained kneeling in front of me. His hand was still on my shoulder, and the heat radiating from his palm was the only thing keeping me from shattering into a million pieces."Get her up, Félix," the giant, Damon, commanded. His voice was a tectonic rumble. "Caleb’s hounds are already crossing the ravine. If we’re found here with a dead Eclipse warrior and their runaway Omega, we’re starting a war we aren't ready for.""I told you, Damon," Félix snapped, his forest-green eyes never leaving mine. "She isn't an Omega. Look at the way the forest is reacting to her."He was right. As my heart hammered in my chest, the shadows around us seemed to pulse in time with my pulse. The trees leaned in, their leaves whisper

POV EMMA BELLEThe silence following the Inquisitor’s defeat was more deafening than the battle itself. I stood atop the marble altar, my breath hitching in my throat as the last remnants of white light faded from my skin. My hands were still shaking, and the air around me smelled like ozone and burnt magic.Before me, four of the most powerful Alphas I had ever encountered remained on their knees."Get up," I whispered, my voice cracking despite the newfound power buzzing in my veins. "Please. Don't do that."Damon was the first to rise. His golden eyes were no longer just predatory; they were filled with a terrifying reverence. He climbed the steps of the altar, his massive frame towering over me. He didn't say a word. He simply reached out and grabbed my hand, his palm rough and stained with the black blood of the Thralls. He turned my hand over, inspecting the faint, glowing silver veins that hadn't disappeared."You’re burning up," he growled, his voice a low vibration that trave

POV EMMA BELLEThe air in the healing sanctum felt static, charged with the lingering residue of the white light and the dark rot that had nearly consumed me. My heart was still thundering, but its rhythm had changed. It felt heavier, tethered by a golden, invisible cord to the man whose head was still resting against my neck.Damon didn't move for a long time. I could feel his jagged breaths smoothing out, his massive body finally relaxing against mine. The dominance he usually radiated had shifted into something else—a raw, quiet possessiveness that made my skin tingle."Damon," I whispered, my voice still scratchy from the scream I hadn't been able to let out.He lifted his head slowly. His golden eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide. He didn't look like a king in that moment; he looked like a man who had stared into the abyss and barely made it back. He didn't say a word, but he reached up and traced the line of my jaw with a trembling thumb."You're alive," he rasped. It wasn't

POV EMMA BELLEThe war room of the Black Crag was a cavernous space filled with the flickering orange light of torches and the heavy scent of old parchment. Nathaniel was hunched over a map of the southern territories, his silver eyes scanning the logistics of the Council’s stronghold. Damon was at the far end of the hall, roaring orders to the battalion commanders.But my mind was elsewhere. It was still anchored to the children of the Eclipse Pack—the small, innocent hands that used to reach for the extra scraps of bread I hid in my apron. The Council had taken them. And they had done it because of me."You’re overthinking the pieces on the board, Little Queen," a voice whispered from the darkness behind me.I jumped, spinning around. Vincent was leaning against a black stone pillar, his dark eyes almost invisible in the gloom. He moved with such silence that it felt like he was made of the very shadows he commanded."They have the children, Vincent," I said, my voice tight. "I can’

POV EMMA BELLEThe air in the cellar was thick with the copper tang of blood and the acrid stench of burnt ozone, but my senses were tuned to a completely different frequency. Every time I moved, every time I took a breath, I could still taste him. The ghost of Félix’s lips lingered on mine like a brand of fire, and my soul was vibrating at a pitch so high it was almost painful."Emma! Focus!" Félix’s voice snapped through the haze, but even his shout sent a traitorous jolt of heat straight to my core.He was a whirlwind of motion, his daggers flashing as he dismantled the silver cage that held the children. But my inner wolf wasn't interested in the cage. She was pacing at the edge of my consciousness, her fur bristling, her golden eyes fixed on the curve of Félix’s back, the way his muscles rippled under his damp tunic. She didn't just want his protection anymore. She wanted him. She was hungry, a primal, ancient need that had been awakened by that kiss and now refused to be silence