All Chapters of Pursuing My Rejected Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SkyeI've been at Woolf estate for weeks now, and I'm starting to feel like I actually belong here. The terrifying part is I'm not sure I want to leave.My days have settled into a comfortable rhythm, the kind I always tried to create for myself at Ironwood but never quite managed. My morning walks through the magical gardens make me feel like I stumbled into a fairytale. The roses, the pink ones I love, are in full bloom, the air sweet with their scent. Of course, there is always a guard nearby, but discreetly positioned so I don't feel watched. I'm six months pregnant now, and the walks help with the restlessness that comes with carrying a very active baby."He's kicking again," I tell Mikhail, the guard who usually accompanies me. He's warmed up over the weeks, treating me more like pack than a guest."Strong like his father," Mikhail says. I don't correct him. Don't ask which father he might mean.After my walks, I usually find Dimitri in the estate's administrative office. At fi

JaxonI’m making the drive to Woolf territory… again. But this time, I’m doing it in one of the pack’s huge moving vans. The backseat is packed with nursery items—a crib I spent three hours researching to make sure it met every safety standard. A changing table. Baby clothes in neutral colors because we don't know for certain if it's a boy. A mobile with little wolves on it that made Noah raise an eyebrow."Bit on the nose," he'd said."She can throw it out if she hates it." I told him, though I’d hate it if she did. I want to contribute something to this child she’s growing without me by her side. I want Skye to see that I'm trying to be present, to be involved, to be the father my son deserves even if I failed as a husband.From the minute I threatened an independent paternity test, Cassandra hasn’t let me within ten feet of Liam. I’m not sure if that’s because she’s punishing me or because she has something to hide. But since she’s not an official member of my pack, it’s taking muc

NicolaiI tear off my blood-stained shirt as I walk through the door, tossing it in the bin. It cost more than most men make in a week but to me, it’s replaceable. All that matters to me is that the man who attacked Skye bled for what he did for her. And now he’ll never hurt her again. Stripping out of the rest of my clothes, I head straight for the shower. It’s not often I get my hands dirty anymore, having plenty of people to do that kind of thing for me. But I made an exception in this case. There was no way that man died by anyone's hand but my own. Skye is mine to protect!Once I’ve scrubbed every trace of blood, brains, and guts from my skin, I head straight to my office to read the final report on the rest of Skye’s attackers. It’s twelve pages long and I've read it three times, just to be sure I haven’t missed anything. Because if I have, if there is still some loose end to be taken care of, then Skye would still need to stay here where she’s safe. And I want her to stay.But

Skye“I’m so hot! Why am I so hot?” I mutter as I kick away the sheets that have tangled around my legs during sleep. A bead of sweat trickles between my breasts and I swipe at it angrily, taking its existence as a personal affront. Then I hold the damp strands of my long chocolate locks off my neck, hoping for a breeze to cool me off. There is no breeze.I sit there a moment longer, trying to find the energy to get out of bed to check the thermostat. The cleaning staff must have accidentally bumped it, unwittingly turning my room into a roaring furnace. But before I can muster the will, a searing pain tears through my abdomen.“Fuck!” I groan, clutching at my belly. Panic courses through me, fear for my baby consuming me. But almost as suddenly as the pain arrived, sheer, raw arousal takes it place. A needy moan escapes me as my core clenches around nothing. And then it hits me. I know what this is, a hormone spike. The doctor told me this could happen, especially without access to

SkyeNicolai and I stand together, just enjoying the quiet for a moment. The gardens below are settling into evening stillness, the last birds moving through the trees. It’s peaceful and it helps calm my inner turmoil. Then Nicolai speaks. "Why are you asking me about Tatiana, Skye?""Because I want to understand." It’s the truth, if only part of it. "Do you?" He turns to face me fully, and there's something direct in his gaze that makes it impossible to look away. "Or is it that you needed to hear the truth from me directly before you could trust it?""Both," I admit.This man reads me so well. And he has a way of cutting right to the heart of what I need, what I’m feeling, whether I want to admit it or not. But that’s a good thing, I think. If we’re to move forward, we can’t have lies and half-truths between us the way Jaxon and I did. "Then I'll give you the full truth." He takes a step closer. "I know you're still healing from Vale. I know you have every reason not to trust men