All Chapters of THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Aria stood motionless. The tears on her cheeks had long since dried, leaving only the emptiness in her eyes. Rowan took another cautious step toward her. "Aria..." His voice was softer than she had ever heard it. “Please." She flinched. It was a small movement. Barely noticeable. But it was enough to make Rowan stop where he was. He looked as though someone had driven a blade through his heart. "I know I don't deserve your trust," he said quietly. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But everything I told you after I met you was real." Aria let out a hollow laugh. "Real?" She finally looked at him. Those silver eyes he loved so much were filled with disbelief. "You looked me in the eyes, and never once told me that the reason you came into my life was because another man ordered you to." Rowan opened his mouth. Nothing came out. "There wasn't a day I didn't want to tell you." "Then why didn't you?" Her voice rose, breaking beneath the weight of her pain. "Why?" The qu

The council chamber had never felt so heavy. The grand room that had once been used to celebrate victories and welcome allies had become a prison of silence. Maps lay scattered across the long oak table, marked with hastily drawn routes leading beyond Mooncrest's borders. Red stones marked every place the scouts had searched through the night. None of them had found Audra. The first rays of dawn filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the green banners of Mooncrest fluttered weakly in the morning breeze, reminders of the Luna Ceremony that had turned into a nightmare. Every leader in the room wore the same expression. Defeat. Aria stood near the window, her back to the others. Between her fingers rested the tiny silver bracelet that had belonged to Audra. She ran her thumb over the delicate engraving, remembering how her daughter had laughed when she fastened it around her tiny wrist before the ceremony. It still carried faint sc

The carriage rolled steadily away from Mooncrest. Aria didn't look back. If she looked at the pack one last time, she wasn't sure she would have the strength to keep going. The wooden wheels rumbled over the uneven road, carrying her farther from the home she had fought so hard to build. The home she had lost in a single night. She sat in silence, her hands resting in her lap. In one hand was Audra's tiny silver bracelet. In the other, the leather pouch of fresh milk the messenger had given her. Neither had left her grasp since the carriage departed. Nova lay quietly within her mind. For once. The white wolf had nothing to say. The silence between them was heavier than words. Hours passed. The familiar forests surrounding Mooncrest slowly disappeared behind them, replaced by towering pines whose branches reached so high they swallowed the morning sunlight. The farther north they traveled, the quieter the world became.No birds sang. No rabbits darted through the undergrowth.

The carriage rolled to a slow stop at the foot of the palace steps. For a brief moment, neither Aria nor the messenger moved. Outside, the sound of boots striking polished stone echoed through the courtyard. The carriage door opened. A royal guard stood waiting, one hand resting over his chest as he bowed. "My Lady." Aria stepped down without acknowledging the greeting. The cold mountain air brushed against her face as her eyes swept across the palace grounds. Guards stood in perfect formation from the courtyard to the towering entrance. Palace attendants moved quietly along the marble walkways, each carrying out their duties with practiced precision. No one stopped to stare or whisper. Yet Aria could feel their eyes following her. She ignored them. There was only one person she wanted to see. She turned to the messenger. "Take me to my daughter." There was no waiting or hesitation. Only a mother desperate to see her child. The messenger met her gaze. "She is safe." "I did

The throne hall fell silent. Aria stood at the foot of the obsidian dais, her gaze fixed on the man seated upon the ancient throne. He did not move. Neither did she. For what felt like an eternity, they simply watched one another. The amber flames burning within the bronze braziers crackled softly, their light dancing across the polished black floor. At last, Aria broke the silence. "Where is my daughter?" Her voice echoed through the vast hall again. King Vaelric rested one hand upon the carved arm of the throne. His molten gold eyes never left hers. "She is within the palace." Relief swept through Aria before she forced it back down. "Take me to her." "No." The answer was calm. Without hesitation or apology. Aria's jaw tightened. "You had her taken." "Yes." "You knew I would come after her." "I did." "And yet you refuse to let me see her." Vaelric remained composed. "You will see her." "When?" "When our audience has concluded." Aria let out a quiet, bitter laug