All Chapters of The Luna He Rejected Is The Millennium Wolf : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Damien's POV The forest held its breath. Lydia stepped back, just a fraction, and the air grew lighter around us as if something had been sucking the oxygen away without my noticing. Her mouth hung open, that perfect composure cracked wide, and I felt a strange, vicious satisfaction at the sight. The Almighty Lydia. Terrified of a tether she hadn't seen coming. I released the aura I'd been holding, felt my eyes cool from red back to hazel, and coughed. Blood hit my palm, dark and thick. When I looked up, she was still staring at me, and something in her gaze had shifted from predator to something almost like calculation. Almost like respect. "I thought you didn't have emotions." I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, letting the words come out lazy, almost amused, though my ribs screamed with every breath. "Are you scared already?" She didn't answer immediately. She simply looked at me, her head tilting with that birdlike assessment, and when she finally spoke, her voice had

Sienna's POV The voice slid through the wood like oil on water. It was so smooth that my grip on the door handle faltered. My pulse hammered against my throat, a frantic, irregular rhythm that betrayed me. I pressed my back against the frame and closed my eyes for a single heartbeat. Whatever stood on the other side of that door should not be here. Not now. I shoved the fear down and hardened my focus. I sent a sharp, silent command to Juvien to lock my power deep behind the mental walls she had built. I had to be a void. I had to be nothing. I wiped my damp palms on my trousers, pulled my features into a mask of neutral calm, and cracked the door open. My knees buckled. It was not fear, but a sudden, violent surge of recognition that stole the strength from my legs. I caught the edge of the doorframe, my knuckles turning white, and forced myself to stand upright. "You... you actually came here?" I asked. My voice sounded thin, but steady. I stepped aside, giving her the space t

Sienna's POV A sliver of wood sliced my cheek. A hot line of blood traced my jaw, but when I wiped it away, the skin beneath my fingers was smooth. My pulse stalled. It was the same as the morning the curse broke, my body refusing to log the damage. A rogue stood near the counter, tracking the spot on my face where the blood had been. A sharp, acidic scent filled the air. Ammonia and stale fear. He had lost control of himself. "Oh shit, man, what is wrong with you?" The rogue's finger shook as he pointed at my unblemished skin. George went pale, clutching the edge of the counter, knuckles white against the flour-dusted wood, trying to nudge me behind his frame. "They are rogues," George whispered. I did not move. I watched the dust motes dancing in the dim light of the shop, slow and golden, and the floorboards creaked under my boots. "Step back, George." I whisper. "Woo-h." A rogue grunted, picking at his teeth with a splintered fingernail, his gaze sliding over me with bor

Third Person POV [T-POV]~~~The Silver Fang Pack~~~ The celebration had been going on for hours. Torchlight warmed the great hall of the Silver Fang Pack, catching the edges of goblets and the silver threading on the guests' clothing. Long tables ran the length of the room, crowded with fruit, roasted meat, and conversation that had grown louder as the night deepened. The air was thick with tallow smoke and wine breath and the particular heat of too many bodies in an enclosed space. Maids moved between them in tight, efficient lines, eyes down, trays balanced. Nobody looked at them. Nobody needed to. Twenty years of holding the north had settled into the walls of this place, into the way the men laughed too loudly and the women held their goblets like they'd never had to earn them. Down the corridor, past the guards who hadn't shifted position in over an hour, a different kind of night was unfolding. The room was dim. Candles had burned themselves low on their iron stands, and w