All Chapters of The Luna He Rejected Is The Millennium Wolf : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sienna's POV My knees slammed into the stone flags with a wet, sickening crack that sent sharp pain exploding up my thighs and bursting inside my skull like a hammer strike. The air in my lungs turned to ice, crushed beneath an invisible force that pressed down from every direction at once. I couldn't turn my head or even blink as the tether pulsed behind my eyes with a slow, heavy rhythm that had nothing to do with fighting or defense. She was snoring. The ancient wolf had completely shut down, abandoning me alone on my knees before our creator. A thick drop of blood slipped from my nose and splattered across the white marble beside my cheek, filling my mouth with a sharp metallic taste. I tried to lift my head, but the light was a solid wall, blinding and crushing, burning through my closed eyelids like hot needles pressed against my eyes. My mother’s voice drifted in from a distant memory on the southern ridge, back when the nights still carried the scent of pine smoke. "No one

Damien's POVThe day of the succession trial arrived under a heavy, suffocating sky. For two days, Kael had paced the corridors of the North-Western wing, and the sound of his boots reached my chambers at odd hours — steady, restless, impossible to ignore. I did not know his endgame, but he would not take my birthright while I still drew breath.I stood before the tall mirror, adjusting the straps of my leather armor. One buckle, then the next. The reflection staring back had eyes that looked flat and lifeless, stripped of any trace of the gold that once moved through my blood. I wondered if she had pulled me back from the edge of the feral that night. The memory of those hours remained a blank space, yet I could remember the shape of her absence more clearly than her face. It was a weight in the room, a presence that refused to leave.A faint shimmer crossed the mirror. I leaned in and pressed my palm to the glass, and the surface rippled under my touch."Sienna."My wolf stirred wit

Damien's POV The voice cut through the arena like a blade finding bone. "Where do you think you're going?" My arms tightened around Sienna before my brain caught up. She was trembling. Or maybe that was me. I turned, shielding her with my body, and the air in my lungs turned to glass. Clara walked toward us like water over stone. No limp. No pallor. None of the fragility that had kept me at her bedside for three nights, holding her hand while she whispered about the sacrifice she'd made. She moved like grace itself had stopped pretending to be humble. "Don't you want to see me?" Her lips curved, nothing soft in it. She positioned herself between me and the exit like she owned the space I stood in, like she'd already mapped me and found me wanting. I felt Sienna go still. Not fear. Something else. Something that made the hair on my neck lift. "Don't tell me you were pretending." My voice scraped raw. "All this time, Clara. What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in bed. A

Sienna's POV He was still breathing. That was the only thing I let myself think about while I dragged us both toward the treeline. The river found us before I found the trees. I heard it first, low and patient in the dark, and I steered us toward the sound because water meant cover and cover meant another few minutes we hadn't earned yet. My boots kept sliding in the wet grass. His arm was heavy across my shoulders, heavier than it should have been for a man his size, and that scared me more than the rogues had. I lowered him against an oak wide enough to hide behind and knelt in front of him, my hands going to his face. "Damien." His lashes moved. A thin thread of blood traced the corner of his mouth, already drying, and I wiped it away with my thumb and felt the muscle in his jaw shift under my touch. His skin was cold. Not dangerously cold, but the particular cold of a body that had been pushing itself past what it had left to spend. "We're safe," I said, though I had no real

Damien's POVThe ground went cold beneath my knees. I gripped Sienna by the waist and felt her trembling against my palm as she stared toward the tree line where Lydia's voice still hung in the air like smoke that had forgotten how to rise."Damien." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Who is she?"I sighed, frustration tightening my throat, and cupped her face in both hands. Her skin was too warm, feverish from whatever she had burned through in the fight. I made myself meet her eyes."Honey, don't worry." The endearment slipped out unplanned, raw. "Whatever's coming, I don't want you near it."I couldn't face Lydia alone. Not with the stone spreading through my chest, not with my true power locked behind whatever damage the ritual had done. I reached inward, desperate.Hey. Wake up. Can you help me?My wolf stirred, sluggish and reluctant. She's dangerous, Damien. You have to be careful. Superior. That's what she is.I shook my head, silent, and pressed harder. Does she have a weakness