บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha’s Rejected Human Luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

*Lilah* Somewhere between the trees and the dark, I pass out. Cold air. Rough bark scraping my arm. The world tilts as he runs. Then the thunk of a car door and the low growl of an engine. When I claw my way back to consciousness, my cheek’s mashed against cracked leather that smells like dust and pine and him. “Sit up,” a deep voice says. I stiffen. “No.” A big hand clamps around my upper arm. He doesn’t yank, just lifts, but his grip is iron. My body obeys before my pride can argue. I push myself upright and slam into the window. The glass is icy against my bare shoulder. Outside, darkness streaks past—trees, rocks, and occasional flashes of pale moonlight. The front seats are occupied by two big men. The driver stares straight ahead. The passenger keeps glancing at the mirror like it might bite him. Beside me, Ronan Vale takes up too much space. Again. His arm lies along the back of the seat, caging me between muscle and cold glass. Up close, the air around him hums with

*Lilah*“Tonight,” Ronan says, voice deep and steady, “I stand before you with my fated mate.”The word *fated* drops into the clearing like a stone in a frozen lake.Silence.Then the ice cracks.Gasps. Growls. A sharp, ugly laugh from somewhere in the back.“She’s human.”“Fate? With *that*?”“He’s lost it.”“Curse…”The words slice.Hot. Cold. Like knives under my skin.Ronan’s hand is wrapped around mine. Warm. Steady. Too steady. The bond under my ribs thrums, pulling tighter with every heartbeat.“The Moon doesn’t ask our permission,” he goes on. His voice rolls over the crowd like thunder. “She chose. The bond stands.”He doesn’t say Luna.It’s a single missing word, but it hits like a blow to the gut. I swallow it down.On my other side, Elder Malric steps forward.He looks carved from old stone—gray hair, gray eyes, straight spine, and mouth that hasn’t seen a real smile in years. His presence presses down on the clearing in a different way than Ronan’s. Colder. Sharper.“Fat

*Lilah*I don’t dream.Or if I do, I don’t remember—just a heavy press of sound and heat and too many eyes.When I wake, my throat is sore, and my head aches behind my eyes like I’ve spent the night crying and trying not to.The room is dim, and curtains are drawn. For a moment, I lie still and pretend this is just another crappy morning before another double shift. If I roll over, my alarm will be buzzing on my cracked nightstand, Mom’s latest bill pinned to the peeling wall.Then I smell it.Wood smoke. Pine. Fur.That wolf‑world scent that has already burned itself into my brain.The lodge. The pack. The Gathering.Kade’s claws swinging for my throat.Ronan’s hand slammed down on his.I sit up too fast. The room tilts. I grab the edge of the mattress, sucking in a breath.Everything from last night hits in one wave.They call me human, meat, and curse. Ronan saying *mine*. I'm not saying *Luna*. Malric told him to choose.I press my palm to my sternum, right where that invisible st

*Lilah*I don’t stay in my room.I last fifteen minutes.Fifteen minutes of pacing between the bed and the window. Fifteen minutes of replaying Malric’s words in my head like a messed‑up podcast I can’t turn off.*Luna in low form. Human shell. Wolf soul. Last Luna died for your choices. Reject her and break the chain.*And over all of it, that voice from the snow that sounded exactly like mine:*Don’t choose them over me again.*My head throbs just remembering it.“This is ridiculous,” I mutter. “If I’m going to lose my mind, I’m not doing it alone in a pretty cage.”I yank the door open.Leo jumps a little. Not enough to be obvious, but enough that I see it.He’s back at his post, arms folded, leaning against the wall opposite. The sight of him is weirdly comforting now, even with the scowl.“Going somewhere?” he asks.“Yeah,” I say. “To pick a fight.”His brows rise. “With who.”“Guess,” I say. My heart already knows the answer.He blows out a breath through his nose. “At lea

*Lilah*Voices blur in and out.“…too fast—”“…pale—”“…get her inside—”Something solid presses against my back. I’m weightless and heavy at once. My head lolls. The world rocks with each step.Heat.A familiar scent—pine and smoke and something under it that my body recognizes before my mind does.“…got you…”The words are a low rumble against my ear. I try to answer, but my tongue is thick and useless.Darkness drags me under again.***Cool fingers touch my forehead.“She’s burning up.”That’s not Ronan. The voice is higher, edged with worry.“Her core temp is up, but look at her skin,” another voice murmurs. Male. Cassian. “No fever flush. No sweat shake. It doesn’t look like humans overheat.”“Human,” someone snorts softly. “Right.”I want to snap at that. Tell them I’m human enough to be terrified.My mouth doesn’t cooperate.Something cold and wet dabs my lips. Water. It slides down my throat. I swallow reflexively.“She’s taking it,” Ronan’s voice says, closer now. “Keep goin