All Chapters of Rejected Luna: The Alpha’s Regret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I don’t remember how I made it back to my room. I don’t remember who saw me or who laughed or who turned away like I didn’t exist.All I remember… is the pain.It didn’t fade, I didn't get a chance to breathe.The pain stayed with me, burning, tearing and suffocating me.The bond was gone, and in its place was something far worse.I curled into myself on the cold floor, my fingers clutching at my chest as if I could somehow hold the broken pieces together.But there was nothing left to hold.Why…? The word slipped out, barely more than a breath.What had I done wrong? What was so wrong with me… that even fate rejected me?My throat tightened, and tears slid silently down my temples, disappearing into my hair. I didn’t even have the strength to cry properly. It was as if even my sorrow had been drained from me.Time blurred, minutes, Hours, maybe more but it didn't matter.Nothing did.At some point, the sharpness of the pain dulled just enough for me to breathe without feeling like I

The years didn’t pass gently. They carved me into something new.I learned quickly that the world outside pack borders was unforgiving. There were no rules. No protection. Every day demanded something from me, endurance, instinct, dominance. And survival demanded strength.So I became stronger.The weakness that once defined me didn’t vanish overnight. It eroded slowly, like stone worn down by relentless tide. My hesitation. My need to be seen. My desire to belong. All of it faded until I could barely recognize the girl I used to be.I stopped trusting people. I stopped needing them too.Even silence changed. It was no longer empty, it was aware.Because the voice in my head never left, sometimes it guided me, sometimes it warned me.And sometimes… it simply watched, as though waiting for me to become fully what I was meant to be.“You are not what you were,” it would whisper.And I believed it.Not because I wanted to, but because everything I survived proved it true.I trained relen

The first time I saw him, I almost mistook him for death. Not because he looked cruel, but because he looked inevitable. Like something you couldn’t outrun… no matter how hard you try.We had just taken down a rogue faction that refused to submit, foolish men who believed strength meant brutality, that power came from fear alone. They had ruled through violence, through dominance without discipline.The air still smelled of blood, thick and metallic, clinging to the back of the throat. The forest itself seemed quieter, as though it was watching and waiting.We had won.But victory never felt clean.My people stood behind me, their breathing uneven, bodies tense but steady. Some were injured, others exhausted, but none of them had backed down. Not one.That was the difference between us and the rogues we had just defeated.We didn’t fight because we were reckless, we fought because we had something to build.And then… he walked in alone, not afraid, not cautiously, not like a man step

The air between us didn’t settle after the attack.If anything…It got worse.He was still standing too close. Close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. Close enough that every breath felt heavier than it should.I should have stepped back but I didn’t.“You’re staring,” Ronan said quietly, his voice low, almost amused.That earned me a soft chuckle.Am I a threat?“Yes.”“Good,” he murmured.That word shouldn’t have done anything.But it did.My jaw tightened. You should leave.There it was again.That same weak command I didn’t mean.Ronan tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was something worth figuring out.And if I don’t?Then you’re overstaying your welcome.Am I? He took a step closer, enough to close the space between us completely.“You’re not pushing me away,” he said softly.“I don’t have to.” Then do it, his voice dropped, “Tell me to leave… and mean it.”I opened my mouth but nothing came out.Because the truth was…I didn’t want him to go.And that re

Something was wrong. I felt it before I saw it. Before the scouts, before the reports, before Darian even opened his mouth.“You feel it too.”Ronan’s voice came from behind me, low and certain. I didn’t turn, I stood at the edge of the territory, my gaze fixed on the forest beyond.“Yes.”They’re closer than before.Ronan stepped up beside me, his presence steady, grounding in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge.How many? he asked.Not enough to attack, I said. But enough to observe.They weren’t here by accident. They were looking for me.Then we move.Darian’s voice cut in as he approached, his expression tight. We can’t risk them finding the camp, he continued, if they confirm your location. They won’t. My tone was calm and certain.But Darian didn’t relax. They’re not rogues, Lyra. They’re trained and disciplined. If they’ve been sent this far out, it means one thing.I already knew.“He’s looking,” Darian finished.Good, Let him look. He won’t find what he thinks he lost. Let th