Pursuing My Rejected Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Skye Then he follows Cassandra, leaving us standing in the wreckage of the dinner.Diana stares after him, her fury morphing into something that looks almost like heartbreak."Skye," she says quietly. "Tell me that's not what it looks like."But I can't. Because it's exactly what it looks like.The silence Jaxon leaves behind is crushing.Diana stares after him, her mouth slightly open. I can see her processing what just happened—how thoroughly she's been dismissed, how little regard Jaxon showed for her presence or her dignity. The humiliation is written across her face, mixing with the anger until I can't tell which emotion is winning.She's a Luna. She understands pack hierarchy and social protocols better than most. And what just happened was a calculated insult. Jaxon didn't just ignore her concerns—he dismissed her entire existence as irrelevant to whatever is happening between him and Cassandra.And he didn't even try to show me respect in front of her. Didn't offer any preten

Skye"Thank you, Granny," I say softly, pulling back from her embrace. "For listening. For caring.""Of course, dear." She cups my face in her hands, studying me with concern. "You look exhausted. Why don't you get some rest? I'll stay in the guest wing tonight and speak with Jaxon in the morning."I nod, even though I know her talk with Jaxon won't change anything. He'll apologize, probably. Make some promise about doing better, about giving me more consideration. He might even mean it in the moment.But nothing fundamental will change.Cassandra will still be living in this house. Liam will still be his heir. And I'll still be the wife he never wanted, trapped in a bond he resents.Unless I leave first.And the baby is my time limit.—Diana is already up and around when I wake the next morning. I know because I wake to her soft knock on my bedroom door. I drag myself out of bed, my body heavy with exhaustion despite a full night's sleep. The pregnancy is making everything harder—I

Skye "When did you become this jealous woman who makes a fuss about every little thing?" Jaxon spits accusingly, his frustration bleeding through now. "Your aunt storms in here making wild accusations, you sit there saying nothing to defend me or Cassandra, and now you're giving me these looks like I'm the villain in all of this.""I'm not making a fuss," I say."Aren't you?" He crosses his arms. "The cold shoulder, the silence, the way you've been acting since—" He stops himself. "Since the trip."There it is. The real issue underneath all of this."So you're still holding a grudge about the storm," he says, his voice hardening. "Is that it? We're back to that again?""I haven't mentioned the storm.""You don't have to. It's written all over your face every time you look at me." He runs a hand through his hair, that familiar gesture of frustration. "I told you it wasn't about you. The decision to have you stay behind—it was tactical. Necessary. Liam was in distress, the betas wouldn

Nicolai"The shipment cleared customs without issue," Dimitri says, standing at attention across from my desk. My Beta since we were eighteen, he's one of the few wolves I trust implicitly. "Eastern port, like you said. No inspections.""Good." I sign off on the manifest without looking up. Weapons, mostly. Some pharmaceuticals the capital likes to pretend don't exist. Standard Tuesday. "And the situation with the Morozov pack?""Handled. They've agreed to our terms. The Alpha took some convincing." Dimitri's tone is dry. I lean back in my chair, finally meeting his eyes. Dimitri's face is carefully neutral, which means the "convincing" was probably unpleasant. I don't ask for details. That's why I have him.We don't call ourselves a pack. We're a family. The Family, to be precise. And I run it.Everyone else around me exists to do my bidding, even my Beta and best friend. Dimitri knows where his boundaries are."Good. Then we're done here."Dimitri moves toward the door, then pauses

SkyeAlone in my room that afternoon, preparing for the dinner, the dizziness hits.One moment I'm standing at my closet selecting a dress, the next the room tilts sideways. I grab the doorframe to steady myself, breathing hard until the world rights itself.This is getting dangerous.I make my way to the mirror, studying my reflection with a critical eye. The changes are small but growing more noticeable each day. My breasts are fuller, tender to the touch. My face is slightly rounder, though I can still hide it with makeup. And my waist—I turn sideways, pressing my hand to my stomach. There's a curve there now that wasn't before. Barely visible under loose clothing, but it won't stay hidden much longer.Two weeks. Maybe three if I'm lucky.Then everyone will know.I cross to my closet and pull out the locked box from behind my winter clothes. Inside: nearly ten thousand in cash, carefully saved over the past month. My passport. Birth certificate. Medical records. A list of contacts