All Chapters of Rejected Luna: Rise of the Moon Sovereign : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Akira's POV His grip burned it was not like fire it was like frozen light beneath the surface. A spark held tight in flesh.A jolt lit the wire, sudden fire in its veins. Sparks leapt, sharp and wild, shaking every thread. Energy snapped through, raw and uncoiled, tearing stillness apart. The pulse raced, fierce under skin.Out of the trees shot dark shapes, wrapping round our feet like a smoke with bite. Snapping into view they came, shadows sharp as fangs, clinging low. They moved without warning, those patches of black, coiling close like something hungry. Not just shade but force, tugging at heels, but it was from stillness to strike, they lunged, quiet and cruel.The training yard went still, the morning fog too paused, like it was listening.Ronan’s fingers tightened, it was not painful, it was possessive.“Take a breath”, his words came out slow and gritty.“Feel it.”The beat of my heart filled my head. Sounds grew louder inside me.A sudden wave of his smell hit - wet ear

Akira's POV Now the candle burned calm, not jumping as if scared by night’s touch. Long hushes of warm gold stretched along the broken stone walls inside the little hut. On the cot’s farthest lip I stayed seated, legs drawn close, dressed in nothing but that wide shirt slipped over my shoulders just before Ronan came through the door with no warning.Where his fingers passed, a trail on my jaw, a glide down my cheekbone, one slow line beneath the ear, my skin hummed even now. A hush lived in that kiss, just seconds past. Not fierce. Not sharp. More like a hand brushing dust off something old, seeing if it’s breakable now. Each movement is slow, unsure, like stepping on ice that once split underfoot.Still standing by the doorway, Ronan hadn’t taken a seat. His fingers barely touched the splintered wood of the frame, as if holding on kept him steady. Those pale eyes, cloud‑colored, worn thin from years of bloodshed and scarce kindness, studied me closely. No hunger in them. No pressur

Akira's POV A shape moved near the entrance, it passed behind us, there was a sudden silence through the atmosphere. I felt the warmth in the air, although something trembled under it, my mood eased just before it strained. A breath paused where laughter should have landed, the distance grew even though our fingers linked together, the night wrapped around us slowly and close. From somewhere far off the last note of the wolf's cry vanished into silence, only the candle cracked now, whispering through tiny snaps and pops beside our steady breaths and tangled sheets. His arms was still at my back, unmoving heat seeping through my clothes like buried embers under ash, his weight moved as I leaned more fully toward him and dragged me away.My gaze landed on the pale line cutting across his collarbone, a mark of something long before this night began. A small movement of his body drew his mouth to my forehead, “You're not saying anything, not even a word from your mouth.” “I am thin

Akira’s POV A thin glow slipped above the east hill, quiet as a shadow at daybreak.Fog sat heavy in The Hollow, holding on to the cold that never really left. It wound through gnarled roots, pooled where we’d pushed ourselves hours ago. Our bodies had burned then aching long after we stopped moving. That dirt remembered every move.Frozen deep inside, my legs turned heavy beyond belief.Fire had clawed at my chest ever since I dragged darkness like thread through clenched hands. Heat bent slowly, inch by stubborn inch. The energy fought wild, but I held it tight anyway.Something changed within, though nothing showed outside.This weight once tied to my ankle had finally slipped loose. Suddenly, it was just air where resistance used to be. Not fixed. Not held. Just space opening up ahead.A tight line gripped my chest, not slack nor gentle, dragging me ahead.A short distance off, Ronan waited, one arm through his coat, sword resting by his side.A light shine stayed on his fore

Akira's POV“Right next to me, stay close, Akira,” Ronan said, words quiet yet steady while we moved along the thin path. “Stick tight, no drifting if someone tries pushing you out of formation.”I looked up at his face. A light contact on my arm, his fingers grazing near the bone and suddenly warmth spread behind my ribs, slowing down something fierce inside. "No," I said. "That version of me is gone."Walking now beside me, Elara matched my pace. Dry leaves broke beneath her boots with every step. “It’s there, isn’t it the tug just below your surface?”“Yes,” I said. “Like hot water rising, slow but steady. Last night it kept me awake. Today it feels… ready.”A voice came from behind, sharp with a new cut along one cheek. “What now,” he said face set like stone three days till you’re goneRonan didn’t turn around. “Ready to make them kneel, boy. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.”The boy muttered, “Easy for you to say. You’re the Unbound Alpha. We’re just… extras.”I stop