All Chapters of The Luna He Rejected Is The Millennium Wolf : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna's POV My head throbbed with a rhythmic, biting pulse that flared deep in my abdomen. I could not draw air. My lungs tightened until they felt like shriveling parchment, and my eyes snapped open. The forest floor was a smear of damp moss and shadow. I tried to scream, but the sound caught in a throat lined with crushed glass. I managed only a raw, jagged gasp that made the shadows beside me flinch. I lay there for a long moment, watching the mist swirl above me, listening to the rhythmic drip of water from the leaves. The world felt ancient and indifferent, the atmosphere thick enough to drown in. "The lightning actually listened to you," a voice murmured from the gloom. It was a ragged, exhausted sound. The scent of cedar and copper flooded my senses. I forced my neck to turn, my muscles groaning like rusted hinges. Damien lay in the dirt. Dark blood leaked from his nose, pooling in the curves of his ears. Seeing an Alpha, a man built of iron and ego, leaking life into

Sienna's POV The crowd fell into a jagged silence while two eyes ignited from the throat of the dark tunnel, appearing as deep, sulfurous pits that didn’t just look at me, but weighed my very soul. I staggered back, leaving my heels to catch on the uneven wood of the stage. The air in the Arc prison was thick, smelling of dry sawdust and old iron to create a heavy, suffocating scent that felt like it was trying to coat the inside of my lungs. “You're putting me in chains against that?” I called out, my voice feeling thin against the vast, open hunger of the arena. I looked up at the dais with my wrists raw where the iron bit into my skin, the metal running ice-cold and etched with runes that hummed with a low, suppressive energy. Clara didn’t answer, nor did she even look at me, leaning toward Kael instead as her fingers traced his jaw to mingle with a practiced, sickening intimacy. I reached inward, searching for the heat of the bond, but Damien hadn't recovered. He was a flicke

Sienna's POV"Duke," I gasped.The name felt like a jagged stone in my throat.As he sat upon the dais, the floorboards groaned beneath my knees. This wasn't the roaring dominance of an Alpha. It was ancient, silent, and yet he seems calm.Duke sat high above us on a makeshift throne of scavenged metal and dark velvet. We knelt on damp earth, looking up like ants.To my left, a rusted gate groaned on its hinges, vibrating with the muffled sounds from the business area. I caught a glimpse of a girl my age, her hair the same tangled copper as mine, staring blankly at a water-stained wall while a wolf counted a stack of bills.The market wasn't just a place. It was a tally of trading.My heart hammered. I stared at the dirt, my mind spiraling back to a memory I had buried years ago. My father reaching out through a dying mindlink after he had been framed.I was twelve, terrified, but his voice had been steady."I am alive, Sienna," he had whispered through the pack stone. "The man who sa

Sienna's POV "Impossible. She's wolfless. How can a human bear the mark of the Moon Goddess?" Clara's voice cracked, a jagged sound in the stagnant air of the warehouse as she stammered, her fingers trembling while she pointed at the shimmering mark on my skin. The air felt thin, smelling of ozone and the sour, metallic tang of fear. I kept my arm locked with my muscles screaming, knowing that beneath the skin, the "blessing" was nothing but a hollow glow—a desperate trick of the light fueled by the ring's humming resonance. My mind instinctively started drafting an exit, calculating the seconds until the shimmer wavered and died, because if Duke looked closer, the illusion would shatter and I would be gutted where I stood. Duke rose from his dais, and instead of moving like a man, he moved like a landslide—silent and absolute. His face remained a mask of analytical cold, but a subtle twitch tightened the corner of his jaw to offer the only sign that reality had just stepped outsid

Sienna's POV The morning sun felt like a physical weight against my eyelids. I tried to roll away from the heat, but the light followed me, persistent and sharp. I groaned, my head throbbing with a dull, rhythmic ache that made every movement feel like I was pushing through deep water. When I finally forced my eyes open, I had to blink several times to clear the film of sleep. This wasn't the hostel. The air was too clean, filtered and heavy with the scent of sandalwood and a sharp, cedar-like musk that lacked the warmth of Damien’s forest scent. This was the cold, metallic tang of a different seat of power. I sat up slowly, my skin sliding against silk sheets that felt far too luxurious for someone who had just tasted the dirt of a warehouse floor. This was Alpha territory, but not one I recognized. "Where am I?" I whispered, my voice sounding thin and stripped of its marrow as I looked around the room. It was massive, stone-walled, and filled with dark wood furniture that looked