บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

Moonlight pooled across the ceremonial grounds of the Silvermere Pack, turning the ancient stone circle into something stark and unforgiving. The night air carried a bite that slipped beneath the thin ceremonial fabric clinging to my skin, but the chill had nothing to do with the tremor running through me. Every eye was on me. I stood alone at the center of the circle, aware of the press of bodies beyond its boundary three hundred witnesses waiting for the same thing. Waiting for me to become whole. To my right, my father Alpha Cassian Veythorne watched in silence. His posture was rigid, carved from discipline and authority, his expression revealing nothing that might resemble encouragement. There was no warmth in his gaze. Only expectation. And beneath it… something darker that I’d spent years trying not to name. Disappointment. On my left stood Darian Blackmere, the man who had been promised to me since childhood. Tall, composed, dressed in formal black that marked

The deeper I pushed into the Forbidden Woods, the less the moon could reach me. Branches tangled overhead until the canopy became a solid mass of shadow, swallowing what little light filtered down from the sky. The path if it had ever truly been a path was barely visible now, broken by twisted roots that clawed up from the earth like skeletal fingers. I stumbled more than once, catching myself against tree trunks whose bark scraped my palms raw as though the forest itself resented my presence. I didn’t know where I was going. I only knew I needed to be somewhere that wasn’t Silvermere. My bag dragged at my shoulder with every step, though it held almost nothing some clothes, the small amount of money I’d managed to hide away over the years, and my mother’s silver locket. Everything I owned. Everything I was taking with me from the life I’d just abandoned. Something snapped to my left. I froze instantly, breath catching in my throat as I strained to listen. The sound came aga

The fire in the hearth snapped and hissed, sending restless shadows crawling along the wooden walls of Zane’s cabin. The space around me was bare in a way that felt intentional rather than neglected. Blades of different sizes were mounted with careful precision above a long table. Bundles of dried herbs hung from the rafters, their bitter, earthy scent thick in the air. Shelves bowed under the weight of ancient books that looked as though they might crumble if handled too roughly. Nothing about this place was accidental. Everything spoke of discipline. Of solitude. Of someone who had spent decades preparing for something no one else knew was coming. I sat stiffly in the worn armchair opposite him, my fingers curled tightly around the wooden armrests until my knuckles burned white. Zane’s earlier question still lingered between us, heavy and inescapable. Do you know what you are? My gaze dropped to the book resting open across his knees as he turned another brittle page.

The spare room was exactly as promised: small, clean, containing nothing, a narrow bed, a single window that looked out over the dark forest.I dropped my bag in the corner. sat on the bed, which creaked under my weight.Exhaustion should have claimed me immediately.I'd been awake for nearly twenty-four hours.The emotional and physical toll of the day should have left me unconscious the moment I lay down.Instead, I stared at the ceiling, my mind churning.Moon Blessed. Night Cursed. Sealed bloodlines. Ancient power.It sounded like a fairy tale. Like the stories parents told children to make them behave."Eat your vegetables, or the Night Cursed will steal your shadow.""Say your prayers, or the Moon Blessed won't protect your dreams."My glowing silver eyes weren't a fairy tale.The way I'd moved in that forest, the power that had surged through me, that was real.Terrifyingly, intoxicatingly real.I lifted my hand, studying it in the moonlight streaming through the window.Normal