Pursuing My Rejected Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

SkyeJaxon appears at my elbow, his hand settling possessively on my lower back. "Dinner is about to be served. Shall we?"I'm seated across from Nicolai at the long formal table. Jaxon is at the head, naturally, with me to his right and Noah to his left. Nicolai is positioned directly in my line of sight with Dimitri beside him.The placement is strategic. Whether Jaxon planned it to keep an eye on us or to assert dominance by separating us, I can't tell.The meal begins. Multiple courses are served, each more elaborate than the last. The pack chef outdid himself, clearly trying to impress our powerful visitors. But I’m well aware it’s Jaxon who’s actually showing off. I pick at my food, my stomach too unsettled for rich sauces and heavy proteins."You're not eating much," Jaxon observes quietly. Not concerned—accusatory. Like my lack of appetite is somehow a reflection on him."I'm pacing myself," I lie. "It's a lot of courses."Across the table, Nicolai's eyes flick to my barely to

JaxonI can't sleep.Every time I close my eyes, I see them. The way Skye smiled at Nicolai across the dinner table. The easy conversation that flowed between them like they'd never stopped talking. The way his eyes softened when he looked at her—not with the polite respect you show a fellow Alpha's mate, but with something warmer. Familiar.Possessive.I get out of bed at three in the morning and pour myself a drink I don't want in my office.The way they finished each other's sentences. The inside joke that I wasn't part of. The comfortable silence between them when the conversation lulled—the kind of silence that only exists between people who know each other well enough that words aren't always necessary.This is more than old acquaintances who met a few times at packfunctions.But how much more?My wolf paces restlessly, agitated in a way I've never experienced. Not territorial aggression—something else. Something that feels uncomfortably like fear.Fear that I'm losing something

SkyeThe conversation in the garden last night was dangerous.Necessary, but dangerous.Nicolai found me walking among the roses—not coincidentally, I suspect. "Dalton is safe," he told me first, knowing I needed to hear it from him before I could believe it. "Nico, thank you. I don't know how you—""Don't." He held up a hand. "You don't need to know how. You just need to know it's done."Then he asked the harder questions. About my life. My marriage.I gave him the abbreviated version. I told him about Cassandra. About Liam. About being left in the storm. How I’d completely and utterly failed to make my own mate love me. What I didn't tell him was about the baby growing inside me. That secret is still mine to keep.But standing there with Nicolai, feeling seen and valued for the first time in years, I realized how far gone I really am.How completely I've given up on Jaxon ever seeing me as anything more than an obligation.Speaking of, the man in question wastes no time showing up

Skye The errand last night was the first step.Opening a private bank account at a branch two towns over, where no one knows me as Luna of the Ironwood Pack. Where I'm just Skye Winters—I used my maiden name—a woman with a modest deposit and a request for a safety deposit box.The bank manager didn't ask questions. Just processed the paperwork, handed me the key, and wished me a pleasant evening.Freedom, I'm learning, starts with small, careful steps. Like quietly removing items I’ll need when I leave. My mother's jewelry, important documents, cash. It's not much, but I’m slowly inching closer to freedom.I'm fourteen weeks pregnant now and my body is changing in ways that are harder to hide. The flowing dresses help but it only works if people aren't looking closely. So the last thing I need is visitors. Which must be why Diana shows up at my door.Someone must have let her in because I find her pacing my office, her expression a mixture of joy and gratitude.Before I can say anyth

Jaxon Skye i's in the kitchen making tea—chamomile, which she never used to drink—and I walk in to grab something from the fridge. The moment I'm close to her, it hits me.That change in Skye's scent I thought I imagined the other night. Sweeter. Richer. Intoxicating in a way that makes my wolf surge forward with desperate need. What is it? Is she going into heat? I don’t remember her smelling this way before. I find myself moving closer, drawn to her in ways I don't understand. She's standing at the counter with her back to me, and I stop just behind her, close enough to feel her warmth. She stiffens. "Did you need something?""Your scent." The words come out before I can stop them. "It's different.""We've had this conversation." She doesn't turn around. "I haven't changed anything.""Then what is it?""I don't know what you're talking about."But she does. I can hear it in her voice—the careful neutrality that means she's hiding something."Skye—""I'm tired, Jaxon. I'm going to