Todos os capítulos de THE REJECTED LUNA: FROM OUTCAST TO MOON QUEEN : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

"Lia?" Tina's voice. Careful. "Are you okay?" I nodded. Couldn't speak. "You need to tell Valtherion," she said. Reality crashed back in. Valtherion. In the next room. Sleeping off the wound he'd taken for me. The wound he'd received because he'd thrown himself between me and a centuries old monster, because protecting me was more important than his own survival, because that was who he was down to the marrow. And now there was this. "Not yet," I said. Tina's brow furrowed. "He deserves to know." "He's still recovering." "He's almost healed. By tonight..." "And then what?" I looked at her. "He finds out I'm pregnant. In the middle of a war. With Malachar coming back, stronger, prepared. What do you think happens?" Tina was quiet. "He'll lock me in a tower," I said. "He'll wrap me in cotton and post guards and refuse to let me within a mile of the fight. And I can't..." My voice cracked. "Tina, I'm Supreme Alpha. Eight hundred wolves are looking to m

The training entered its second week, and the army started to become something real. It was Lia's law, my law, that every wolf trained regardless of rank, gender, or bloodline status. The first day, a Bloodmoon Delta had balked at sparring with a female Silvermoon fighter. Torres had paired them together, and the Silvermoon woman had put him on his back in thirty seconds. The Delta hadn't complained again. I taught the moonlight techniques myself. Two hundred wolves at a time, gathered in the Meridian's underground arena. The same space where I'd fought Remus. Not all of them had the sensitivity to channel lunar energy, but enough did to make it worthwhile. "Moonlight isn't just offense," I told them, silver light pooling between my hands. Steady. Controlled. Today was a good day. No fluctuations, no dizziness. "It's a shield. Dark magic feeds on shadow, on fear, on isolation. Moonlight burns it away." I demonstrated: a thin barrier of silver, translucent, bare

Three hundred wolves rose to their feet. The sound of it chairs scraping, fabric rustling, three hundred bodies standing in unison rolled through the grove like a wave. Whispers followed. I heard them distantly, filtered through the roaring of my own heartbeat. “Look at her…” “She’s breathtaking…” “The Supreme Alpha…” I barely registered them. Because I’d found Valtherion. He stood at the altar in black. Simple, immaculate, the suit cut to his shoulders like it had been made for this exact moment. His dark hair was pushed back from his face, and his ice-blue eyes were locked on me with an intensity that turned the rest of the grove transparent. Beside him, Zane, serving as best man in a concession to formality that the ancient mentor clearly found amusing, leaned over and murmured something. I found out later what he’d said. “Breathe, Alpha.” Valtherion didn’t breathe. He stared. His jaw worked. His eyes went red-rimmed and wet, and he didn’t blink, d

Zane found me that evening. I was in the Meridian's small courtyard, practicing a meditation technique he'd taught me during the three weeks before the Summit. Balancing the dual bloodlines, keeping the silver and the red in harmony. The sessions had become essential since the pregnancy. The fluctuations were worse without them. He sat on the stone bench across from me. Waited until I opened my eyes. "You're pregnant," he said. He delivered it with the same tone he might use to note the weather. I stared at him. "How did you..." "Child." A faint smile, rare from Zane, who doled out warmth the way a miser doled out gold. "I have lived over two hundred years. I know the signs." "Your energy signature shifted three weeks ago. The dual bloodlines are... redirecting. Nesting, if you will." Of course he could sense it. The man who'd detected my sealed bloodline in a dark forest when I was half dead from a wolf attack could certainly detect a pregnancy. "Does anyone

Every head in the room turned toward me. Voss's composure held for exactly two seconds. Then it crumbled like ancient stone. "That's..." He stood, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. "That's ridiculous. You have no proof..." "Zoe." Zoe stepped forward, tablet in hand, her expression carefully neutral despite the triumph I could sense radiating from her. She played the transmission log. Timestamps, routing data, the encrypted signal mapped directly to Voss's personal device each piece of evidence damning in its precision. Then came the security footage: Voss entering the Nightrunner wing at 2:14 AM, his movements furtive as he accessed Rowan's terminal, leaving seven minutes later with the careful casualness of someone who thought himself unseen. "This is fabricated," Voss insisted, his voice climbing higher with each word. "She's framing me..." Zoe played the audio without comment. She'd cracked the encryption overnight, working through the small hours with the foc