Pursuing My Rejected Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

SkyeI stand in the doorway of my childhood bedroom in my father's pack house, one suitcase at my feet, and finally allow myself to breathe.I'm free. Really, truly free from Ironwood Pack territory. Not that the pack was ever truly the problem. I loved the pack, it’s just their Alpha I was desperate to get away from. The council granted the divorce a week ago. The formal announcement was made at the pack gathering three days later—Jaxon standing before hundreds of pack members, voice steady but dead inside, declaring our mate bond dissolved.I wasn't there. Couldn't be there.My father came to collect me the morning after the announcement, Diana at his side. They packed my things while Jaxon stayed locked in his office. We didn't say goodbye. There was nothing left to say.The custody arrangements are still being negotiated by our lawyers—Gianna is working out the details with Jaxon's legal counsel. But the basics were established: visitation rights during the pregnancy so he can fee

NicolaiI'm reviewing shipping manifests in my office when my Beta strolls in. Dimitri doesn't knock. Just walks in and closes the door behind him with an expression I can't quite read."She's gone," he says without explanation. Gone? What does he mean gone?I look up sharply. "What?""The ex-Mrs. Vale left Ironwood Pack this morning. Moved back to Greenwood River territory with her father."The relief that hits me at that news is all-consuming. Skye is free. Safe. Away from Vale. Everything I wanted for her.So why does my chest feel tight?"When?" I ask."A few hours ago. Her father and her aunt collected her. Man, that relationship is weird as shit.” He digresses, shaking his head.“Dimitri!” I growl, anxious to hear the rest. “Fuck! Sorry, Nic.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. If he were anyone else, such familiarity or loss of focus might cost him a body part, or his life. But Dimitri knows he’s safe with me. “Uh, anyway, the council granted the move after Vale an

SkyeDiana and I are sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through some pack supply requests, when I notice some things I've missed before. Probably because I didn’t want to notice, if I'm being honest. But now that we’re sharing space, there is no avoiding the intimacy that exists between my aunt and my father. I can’t help but notice small things like the way Diana's hand automatically finds my father's when he passes by the table. How natural it is, like it’s completely unconscious. Her hand just... reaches for his, and his is already there waiting. They don't even look at each other. Just this brief touch as he moves past, his fingers squeezing hers gently before he continues to his office. But the smile Diana gets—soft and private—tells me everything about what that touch means.I watch them more closely over the next few days. They share small touches everywhere. His hand on her lower back when they walk together. Her fingers straightening his collar before pack meetings. The w

Jaxon The day of my first monthly in-person visit with Skye to bond with my unborn baby has finally arrived. The days since she left Ironwood have dragged on so slowly, I thought this day might never come. I drive through Greenwood River Pack territory, and the jealousy hits me before I even see her. This should be my pack. My mate. My life.Instead, I'm a visitor in another Alpha's territory, here on sufferance to see my own mate. Ex-mate, I correct myself. The word still feels wrong. Like a wound that hasn't healed.The Greenwood River Pack lands are beautiful—rolling hills, dense forests, the river cutting through everything like a silver ribbon. It's peaceful. Prosperous. Well-managed. Everything Skye deserves. Everything I should have given her.I pull up to the Alpha house, and Marco is waiting on the front steps. He greets me with cool politeness. We're not exactly enemies, but we're sure as hell not friends. Not that we ever were. "Alpha Vale." His tone is barely tolerant bu

SkyeThe first two weeks at my father’s pack are uneventful. I’ve been able to relax and unwind in a way I haven’t in years. Compared to the way I’d walked in eggshells at Ironwood Pack, it’s been pure bliss. But then the incidents start. It’s only small things at first, easy enough to dismiss. A shadow at the window that disappears when I look directly at it. The feeling of being watched during my evening walks through pack territory. All things that might be nothing more than my imagination.I tell myself I'm being paranoid. Pregnancy hormones. Stress from the divorce. My mind creating threats where there are none. All the excuses I’ve been repeating for days. But the feeling persists.And then the incidents escalate. I hear my father talking about unfamiliar wolves being spotted at the pack borders—there one moment, but gone before guards can intercept them. Security cameras catch glimpses of figures that vanish into the forest like ghosts. Pack members report strange scents near