All Chapters of Rejected Luna, Claimed by the Alpha Who Regretted: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mira screamed in her sleep.The sound tore through Frostveil like a blade, sharp and wrong, not the cry of a frightened child but something older, deeper. Power followed it. Raw. Unfiltered.Elara woke with a violent jerk, the bond flaring so hard it knocked the breath from her lungs.“Mira!”The room shook. Not metaphorically. The stone walls groaned as if pressed by invisible hands. The fire in the hearth exploded outward, scattering sparks across the floor before snuffing itself out completely.Darkness fell.Elara was already moving.She reached the bed just as the air thickened, pressure rolling in waves from Mira’s small body. The child thrashed, silver light leaking from beneath her closed eyelids, veins glowing faintly beneath her skin.“No,” Elara whispered, fear slicing through her control. “Not like this.”She wrapped her arms around Mira, pulling her close.The moment she touched her, the power surged.Elara cried out, pain rippling through her chest as the force slammed i

The war map shattered when Kael’s fist struck the table.Wood cracked down the center, ink spilling across the borders of Silver Fang like fresh blood.No one spoke.Not the generals. Not the elders. Not even Lyra, though her sharp inhale cut through the chamber before she masked it.Kael did not apologize.“They rode into Frostveil under a white banner,” he said, voice low but dangerous. “Do you understand what that means?”General Darius shifted first. “It means the Severed Court grows bold.”“It means,” Kael corrected, “they believe we are too weak to stop them.”Silence followed.Because it was not entirely untrue.Reports had arrived at dawn. Frostveil scouts spotted royal-marked riders. Ancient factions stirring. Territories watching Silver Fang with hungry patience.And beneath all of it, the bond had flared again.Faint.But alive.Kael dragged a hand through his dark hair, pacing.Alive.After years of emptiness, the sensation unsettled him more than any enemy ever had.Lyra

The messenger arrived bleeding.He staggered through Frostveil’s eastern gate just before sunrise, snow melting into thin pink lines beneath his boots. Guards rushed forward, catching him before he collapsed face-first into the frost.“Elara!” one of them shouted.I was already running.The cold air burned my lungs as I crossed the courtyard. Something deep inside me had stirred the moment he stepped onto our land, like a thread pulled too tight.Danger.Not near yet.But coming.“Lay him here,” I ordered as we reached the infirmary steps.The young wolf’s chest rose in shallow bursts. Claw marks slashed across his shoulder, not deep enough to kill but vicious enough to warn.“Silver Fang patrol,” he rasped.My pulse slowed instead of racing.So it had begun.“Did they chase you?”“No… Alpha.” He swallowed hard, eyes searching my face. “They let me go.”That unsettled me more than an attack would have.Rowan appeared beside me, already assessing the wounds.“A message wrapped in restr

The moment my foot crossed Frostveil soil, the bond snapped tight like a chain around my ribs.I staggered.Not from weakness. From recognition.Something in this land knew me.Or worse… wanted me.“Alpha?” Rowan’s voice came sharp from behind. “Are you injured?”I straightened slowly, though the pressure inside my chest refused to ease. The air here smelled different. Cleaner. Colder. Alive with something ancient.“I’m fine,” I said, but the lie tasted thin.Another tug rolled through me.Stronger this time.Not pain.Direction.As if an invisible hand was dragging me toward the heart of the territory.Rowan watched me carefully. He was not a fool.“That is not the face of a man who is fine.”Before I could answer, the inner gates burst open, and Elara stepped out, Mira wrapped tightly against her chest. Torchlight caught in her pale hair, making her look less like a leader and more like a storm given human form.For a second, the world went quiet.The bond roared awake.My wolf surg

The war drums outside faded, but the silence between us was louder than any battlefield.Kael stood across the strategy chamber, close enough that I could sense every breath he took, yet far enough to remind me of all the years we had lived separate lives.Strange how someone could feel like both a wound and a memory at the same time.Neither of us spoke.Rowan lingered near the door, reading the tension like a seasoned warrior. After a moment, he cleared his throat.“I will oversee the defenses.”He left without waiting for permission. Mara followed shortly after, carrying Mira deeper into the protected wing.And then it was just us.Again.Just like the night everything fell apart.Kael broke the silence first.“You built something strong here.”I folded my arms. “Strength was not a choice. It was survival.”His eyes softened for half a second before the Alpha mask returned.“I did not come to admire your walls.”“No,” I said quietly. “You came because the bond dragged you here.”Hi