All Chapters of THE REJECTED LUNA’S FOUR KINGS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POV EMMA BELLEThe Great Hall was being transformed into a forest of silver and pine for the Solstice Gala, the biggest celebration for the Northern Packs. It was supposed to be a night of unity, music, and joy to celebrate our victory over the blockade. But for me, the air in the room had turned significantly colder than the blizzard outside.It had started an hour ago in our chambers."She’s just an old acquaintance, Emma," Félix had said, looking far too nervous as he adjusted his formal leather vest. "Her name is Sienna. We grew up in the same sector of the Deep Woods. Our parents... well, they had an arrangement, but it never came to anything. I swear! She never even triggered my wolf. She’s an Alpha, but she has the personality of a dry twig."I didn't scream. I didn't blast him with a kinetic wave. I simply turned around, picked up my hairbrush, and stopped speaking.Forever."Emma? Little Bird?" Félix had followed me around the room like a confused puppy. "You’re not actually

POV EMMA BELLEThe War Room of the Black Crag was a place of iron, cold stone, and somber silence. Maps of the Southern border were spread across the obsidian table, weighted down by daggers and ancient relics. Damon was arguing about supply lines, Nathaniel was calculating the trajectory of the next lunar phase, and Vincent was whispering to his shadows about enemy movements.And then there was me.I was sitting in the high-backed chair next to Félix, but I wasn't looking at the maps. I was looking at the way the muscles in Félix’s forearm flexed as he pointed at a mountain pass. I was looking at the small, golden hairs at the nape of his neck. My wolf wasn't just restless; she was pacing the cage of my mind, howling for the scent of her mate.Since entering my third month, the "calm" had been replaced by a persistent, throbbing need. My belly was now a beautiful, firm mound that made every breath feel heavy and every touch feel like a spark of electricity. I needed Félix. Not "later

POV EMMA BELLEThe morning of the third day arrived not with a bang, but with a soft, ethereal silence. The air inside the royal wing was thick with the scent of sage, lavender, and the sharp, metallic tang of raw magic. Outside, the sky was a deep, bruised indigo, waiting for the massive Solstice moon to take its place.I was propped up on a mountain of silk pillows, my breathing shallow. Every few minutes, a ripple of kinetic energy would roll across my skin, making the light fixtures in the room hum. The "drop" was complete; the twins were ready, their spirits pressing against the veil of the world.Félix was sitting at the edge of the bed, a charcoal pencil in one hand and a crumpled piece of parchment in the other. He looked like he hadn't slept in forty-eight hours, but the panicked edge had been replaced by a quiet, fierce focus."Okay," he said, tapping the pencil against his chin. "What about Aiden? It means 'little fire.' It fits the Northern spirit."I let out a slow, contr

POV EMMA BELLEWhile the rest of the fortress was preparing for war, a different kind of magic was happening in the lower levels of the royal wing. Vincent had insisted that Alessia stay within the Black Crag after the attack on the village. He couldn't bear the thought of her being a target in the southern valleys, so he had moved her—and her massive wooden loom—into a sunlit chamber right next to the nursery.I walked into her studio, Caelum strapped to my chest in a fur carrier. The rhythmic thwack-thwack of the loom was the most grounding sound in the entire mountain."Careful, My Queen," Vincent’s voice echoed from the shadows of the corner. He was always there, a silent sentinel watching Alessia work with an intensity that would have been creepy if it wasn't so full of adoration.Alessia looked up, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile. "Emma! And little Caelum. Come in, please. I’m just finishing the border on Lyra’s new cloak.""You’re a saint, Alessia," I said, sitting

POV EMMA BELLEThe medical wing of the Black Crag usually smelled of sterile herbs and iron, but today it smelled like pure, unadulterated panic.Vincent was sitting on a wooden stool, staring at Maya as if she were a ghost. Maya, for her part, was currently waving a glowing emerald crystal over Alessia’s stomach, her brow furrowed in deep concentration."I can’t find the heartbeat," Vincent whispered, his voice cracking. "Maya, the shadows... they're too thick. I’ve smothered the life. I’ve—""Vincent, shut up," Maya said, not unkindly. "I can't hear the heartbeat because you are vibrating so hard you're rattling the floorboards. Calm your energy."I stood by the door, Caelum on my hip, watching the scene with a smirk. Félix was leaning against the wall next to me, holding a clipboard he had found somewhere, looking official and utterly ridiculous."Alright, Shadow-man," Félix said, clicking a pen. "Let's go through the checklist. First: have you started the 'Nesting' process? I reco