All Chapters of The Luna He Rejected Is The Millennium Wolf : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sienna’s POV The air hit me first, clinical and sharp, thick with the industrial rot of bleach and old iron. I tried to drag oxygen into my lungs, but my chest was pinned under an invisible weight, my body feeling heavy while my eyelids remained rusted shut by dried salt. I was dead weight, a suit that no longer fit my soul. I tried to shift, and a loud clang echoed as metal struck metal in the hollow room. Steel bit into my wrists where my pulse hammered against the restraints, leaving me strapped down like a specimen in a jar rather than stone. Deep within me, my wolf stopped whimpering and began to pace, a low guttural snarl vibrating in my throat because she felt the violation before I even saw the blade. Then came the scent of cedar and cold. My eyes snapped open. The overhead bulb buzzed with a dying insect hum that burned into my retinas. Lucas stood by the far wall like a funerary statue carved from ice, staring at my feet as if I were already a corpse waiting to be buried

Sienna’s POV My pulse hammered a frantic rhythm against my throat, a drumbeat for a war I wasn't prepared for. I pressed a hand to my chest to anchor myself, feeling an unfamiliar heat radiating from my skin as the fire tried to escape through my throat. This wasn't just adrenaline—it was the pressure of the extracted magic trying to backflow into the void they had carved out of me. The medical room felt suffocating, too small, with a restless energy coiling hot and heavy in my gut. It wasn't the trembling of a victim anymore; it was pure pressure. I could feel the stone walls pulsing, or perhaps it was just my heart echoing back through the floorboards. The extraction hadn't just taken my blood—it had stripped the insulation from my nerves. Peace, little wolf. The voice wasn't new. It had paced behind my ribs since I was a child, nameless and wordless, but now it formed full sentences, low and protective in my bones. They took the surface. They drained the well, but they did not f

Damien's POV Ceremony torches flickered against the night sky while smoke tightened my chest, the heat of it thick and bitter. Three years of searching for a missing piece of my soul, yet every she-wolf the council trotted out remained a hollow imitation of what I needed. Near the entrance, Kael spoke to the elders. His voice was a practiced, low murmur, but the intent was loud because he wanted the title and the crown, leaving the Mate Rule he’d maneuvered through the council last month ticking away like a clock. The hall doors creaked before Clement stepped inside. "Alpha. They're waiting." I had pulled Clement from a burning border town three winters ago, making him the only man here who didn't look at me like a vulture circling a carcass. "I'm aware." The tone made Clement dip his chin, turning as his boots receded into the stone corridor. I rose from the bed while the silk of my ceremonial jacket felt like a cold shroud against my shoulders. I buttoned it, the fabric stiff

Sienna’s POV The kitchen smelled of damp stone and cloying grease, clinging to my skin like a film of filth that no amount of scrubbing could lift. I hauled the heavy platters into the rinse water with my knuckles raw and red, knowing it was a late night and the ceremony was only minutes away. The other omegas whispered near the pantry with voices low and frantic, speaking of a guest who was coming—a man with cold eyes that stripped the warmth from any wolf he looked at. Why hasn't he found me yet? “Keep your head down, Sienna,” I muttered, inhaling the sharp, acidic scent of the lye. “Just get through the stack. Don't look up.” The scrubbing was steady and mechanical, but I felt a strange, buzzing lightness behind my ribs—a hum that didn't belong to the kitchen. I wondered if this was a dream, or if the Moon Goddess had finally dropped a scrap of mercy into my lap. I let out a sound, half-laugh and half-gasp. “Juvien?” I called, but she had been silent since the dream. No answer

Damien's POV The world slowed to a crawl. Gravity doubled, dragging Sienna toward the marble like a physical weight while action quickly overrode thought. I surged forward, my boots skidding on the blood-slicked floor as I caught her a fraction of a second before her skull could meet the stone. The heat radiating from her skin was savage, acting not as a normal fever but feeling exactly like holding a live coal. My palms began to sting, the flesh reddening under the intensity of her touch, but I refused to let go as I shifted my weight to pull her smaller frame into the crook of my arm. She was feather-light, yet the raw power leaking from her body completely smothered the room. Is this the girl? I stared down at her pale face, which was hidden beneath matted, sweat-soaked hair. I wondered if this was the storm the prophecy promised, or just a dying spark destined to burn me alive. A crushing, invisible weight vacuumed the oxygen from the hall, and I felt it first in my own lungs