บททั้งหมดของ The Orphan Luna's Rejection: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter TwelveArthur’s POVI watch Melody walk away, and it feels like part of me goes with her. The emptiness that’s been growing in my chest these past two years is becoming unbearable. Every step she takes feels like a thread being pulled loose inside me, the bond tugging, fraying, tearing just a little more each time I let her walk out of my sight.Bobby’s words echo through my mind. “She still cares more than she wants to admit… her wolf does anyway.” He shouldn’t have given me hope. Maybe I’m clinging to scraps… but scraps are all I have left. Hope is all I have left. Why would Bobby, of all people, give me that?“Who the hell does she think she is? Playing the poor little orphan. Come on, Arty, they’re all beneath you.” Regina’s shrill voice drags me out of my thoughts. She tries to pull my attention away from the four men who would clearly kill for Melody. Her touch makes my skin crawl.“Don’t touch me,” I snap, stepping away from her. “And stop calling me Arty. I am not

Chapter FourteenArthur’s POV Melody charges onto the field with grace and fury.She moves like she owns the ground beneath her feet. Strong, steady, balanced. Her shoulders are squared, her chin lifted, her gaze unwavering. The Melody I remember had a softness to her. A quiet, shy presence that tried to make itself smaller in the shadow of grief.This Melody?She stands like she’s carved from the moon itself.Dane whistles low beside me. “Bloody hell. She’s not playing, is she?”My throat feels tight. “No, she isn’t.”He glances at me, amusement flickering. “You’re proud.”“I’m terrified,” I correct.The ball is hurled into the centre of the field, and chaos erupts instantly.Wolves sprint, clash, shove. Metal rings out as weapons collide. Someone takes a hard fall, dirt and grass exploding around them. A woman from Pine Ridge leaps and grabs the ball before being tackled by two men twice her size.But Melody doesn’t rush into the fray. She watches. Calculating. Waiting. T

Chapter SixteenArthur’s POVShe nods her permission. It’s not words, but given the circumstances I’ll take it. “I promise you won’t regret this, Melody. I’ll look after you and make you feel good.” It’s a promise I feel to my very core. This is a second chance I never thought I would get, and I will show her not only that she is mine, but I am entirely hers.My lips close around her nipple and her body trembles as her back arches off the damp sheets. Her fingers fist in my hair, pulling me closer, needing what only I can give her. “Arthur. More. I need... more. Please.” She groans in between gasps as her hips lift rhythmically off the bed, searching for what her body craves.The scent of her arousal and the pleading in her voice is intoxicating. “Give her what she wants. She is begging for it.” My wolf growls, his thoughts flashing in my mind. He wants to mark, to mate, to feel her pussy sucking us in, squeezing, wet and warm. I won’t do that. I won’t take advantage of her vu

Chapter EighteenArthur’s POVI need to get out of here. My wolf needs to run, before we go back in there and fuck up all the progress we have made. I can still taste her on my lips and smell her on my fingers. It’s like she has seeped inside me without even trying, and I know I’m damned because now that I’ve seen and felt what it’s like to be hers, I need to win her back more than ever.There is no shifting allowed in the arena or training areas, so I have to leave the grounds to let my wolf run. It’s peaceful and quiet out here, the forest spans for miles and the lake reminds me of home. It’s exactly what we need to get our head straight.“Little mate has no idea what our bond means does she?” my wolf has changed his tune since we left her room and he is analysing everything that happened. He isn’t the only one. When she was under us, he was pushing me to mark her, to take what he sees as ours. He is a creature of instinct, and everything in him drives him to complete the bond

Chapter TwentyArthur’s POVI watch, barely controlling my jealousy, as Dane holds Melody’s hands and tells her what a prick I am. He really has a strange idea of what helping actually involves.“Let’s get you two to bed.” I hear the tail end of their conversation as they walk with her hand resting in the crook of his arm. The way she so casually touches him and accepts his presence is painful. She hasn’t been like that around me in years. I miss that. I miss her.“He didn’t reject her.” my wolf huffs. He seems to have accepted that we need to go at her pace if we are going to have any chance of winning her back, but it goes against the grain, and he is in a foul mood. Lucky me.“He didn’t, but he was a dick to her, just like I was. How can she forgive him so easily?” Okay, so maybe I’m feeling petulant. I know it’s not the same, he wasn’t as close to her as I was. Being handled by Thomas and fighting my instincts to put that dog down, has left me with some pent-up frustration and no