Pursuing My Rejected Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

SkyeThe wind picks up as we stand on the side of the road, snowflakes beginning to swirl in the air. The broken-down SUV sits useless behind us, and ahead, the only working vehicle idles with barely enough room for five of us—six if you count all of Cassandra's luggage still taking up half the back."We need to decide," Cole says, glancing at the darkening sky. "That storm's not going to wait."Jaxon's jaw is tight, his Alpha instincts clearly warring with the impossible logistics. His eyes move over our small group, calculating.They land on Cassandra and Liam first. Then away. He's not even considering them.Of course he's not.They're weak. They need protection. Liam's health is fragile, and Cassandra... well, Cassandra has always needed someone to take care of her. Even when we were children, she was the one who got carried when the walk was too long, who got excused from chores when they were too hard.Some things never change."One of the betas should stay," Jaxon says finally,

SkyeI press forward, though I'm not even sure which direction forward is anymore.At some point, my wolf stops talking.The silence inside me is worse than the howling wind.I'm alone now. Truly alone. Just me and the storm and the cold that's seeping into places I didn't know could go numb.I can't run anymore.My pace has slowed to a limping walk, each step a battle against legs that don't want to hold me. My lungs burn with every breath, and I'm not sure if I'm crying or if it's just ice melting on my face.Probably both.Just a little further, I tell myself, though I don't know if that's true. I don't know where I am. Don't know how far I've come or how far I have left to go.I just know I can't stop.One foot. Then the other. Then the first again.My body is running on something beyond will now. Some primal instinct that refuses to let me give up. That refuses to let me die here in the snow with my child still unborn and my husband probably not even realizing I'm in trouble yet.

SkyeThe rumors spread faster than I anticipated.Despite Jaxon's best efforts to contain the narrative—carefully worded statements to the elders, strategic conversations with influential pack members—the truth has a way of seeping through cracks. By the end of my first week back, everyone knows that the Alpha left his Luna behind in a storm. That she nearly died while he took his ex-lover and her son to safety.The whispers follow me everywhere. In the market. At pack gatherings. Even during my Luna duties, I can feel eyes on me, assessing, judging, pitying.I keep my head high and say nothing.But apparently, the rumors traveled beyond our pack borders."Your aunt is here," Jaxon tells me on a Thursday morning, his tone clipped. "She arrived an hour ago and is waiting in the east sitting room."I look up from the scheduling reports I've been reviewing. "My aunt?""Diana." He says the name like it tastes bitter. "Your father's wife. She says she needs to speak with you urgently."Dia

SkyeWith that thought in mind, I pull myself together and go in search of my aunt. I may have agreed to help her out of guilt—I can’t stand to see that woman cry. Not that I’d ever tell her that. I still can’t forgive what she’s done to our family—but now, I see how helping her just might work in my favor. And it's time we have another chat.Because the truth is, I need her. I need my father's pack. I need their support if I want to walk away from this marriage with anything resembling dignity. A divorce might be easy for most wolves—even for Alphas—but not for Lunas. The title that gives me prestige also binds me in chains. My bond with Jaxon isn't just between two people. It's between two packs.Without my father's blessing, without Diana convincing him to support me, a divorce would be a disgrace for both packs. I'd have no standing anywhere. No home. No future.I can let Cassandra have Jaxon. But I won't do it by destroying myself in the process.And Diana—with her influence over

Skye"Oh," Cassandra says, her voice soft and surprised. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize we had company. I thought I heard voices and—" She stops at the bottom of the stairs, taking in the formal table, the candles, Diana in her evening dress. "Is this a dinner party?"The calculation in her timing is masterful. The nightgown, the tousled hair, the apologetic tone—all of it designed to look innocent while making a very clear statement about her place in this house.Diana's face goes through several expressions in rapid succession—surprise, recognition, then something dark and furious."Cassandra?" Diana's voice is dangerously quiet. "What are you doing here?""I'm staying here temporarily. For my son Liam's medical treatments." Cassandra glances at me, then back to Diana. "Surely Skye mentioned—""In her home?" Diana's voice rises. "You're living in your sister's home? No one’s heard from you in forever and you suddenly show up here, without even a word to your father?""It's temporar