All Chapters of THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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CHAPTER SIXTY: PREGNANT

IN MOONCRESTNyssa appeared at dawn, already buzzing with energy. "Get up. We're going to the mountain." Aria blinked awake. "What?" "The mountain. The trails above the tree line. I need to let my wolf run, and it’s being weeks since you left the pack house. You're coming with me." Nyssa tossed a cloak at her. "Dress warm. It's cold up there." An hour later, they stood on a rocky ridge high above Mooncrest. The valley sprawled below them, green and gold in the morning light. Nyssa shifted mid-stride—her wolf was tawny brown, quick and playful. She raced through the trees and back again, tongue lolling, tail wagging. Aria sat on a flat rock and watched. The wind tugged at her hair. Beneath her skin, Nova stirred sleepily. “ I want to run too.” She murmured. “Soon, Aria promised. “When you're stronger.” She felt Nova settle back into warmth, still too weak to surface fully but no longer silent. That alone was a gift Aria still hadn't gotten used to. Nyssa trotted back a

CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: Reconciled

It had been four days since Lois had walked away from Liana in the corridor. She sat in the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a cup of cold tea. The morning meal was over. Only Gretta remained at the hearth, stirring a pot of stew with slow, deliberate strokes. She hadn't said anything about Lois. But her silence was louder than words. The door creaked open. Liana didn't look up. She knew his scent before she heard his footsteps. Leather and pine and the sharp edge of regret. "Liana." She didn't turn. "Good day, Beta." "Liana." He crossed the room slowly, like a man approaching a wounded animal. "I've been trying to find the words. There aren't any good ones." "You should have said something, anything. It is better than silence." He stopped behind her. His hands hung at his sides. Rufus was whimpering in his chest—had been whimpering for days. "I was wrong," Lois said. His voice was rough. "The scent. I should have asked. I should have listened. Instead, I let my wolf snarl at

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: THE THAW

The pale and soft morning light crept through the window of Rowan's chambers. Aria lay still beneath the heavy blankets, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. His arm was draped across her waist, his hand splayed protectively over the slight swell of her stomach. The bump wasn't visible yet—not to anyone else—but Rowan touched her there constantly, as if he could already feel the life growing beneath his palm. "You're awake," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "How do you always know?" "Your breathing changes." He pressed a kiss to her hair. "Also, you stopped snoring." "I don't snore." "You do. It's very soft. Like a small, contented bear." She swatted his chest. He caught her hand and held it there, over his heart. They had spent more nights together than apart now. It had happened gradually—her staying later in his study, falling asleep on the couch while he reviewed patrol reports, waking to find herself carried to his bed. After

CHAPTER SIXTY THREE: THE WAR WITHIN

The training yard was cold and freezing. Aria took her place at the far end. The warriors were already paired off, their staffs cracking against each other in the morning air. Nyssa was stretching near the equipment rack. But today would be different, Aria would not be sparring with her with them at all.” Rowan stood before her, his arms crossed, his golden eyes calm. "You're pregnant and your body is changing. Brute force is no longer your advantage." "Then what is?" "Strategy." He gestured toward the training yard. "You've spent months learning how to fight. Now you're going to learn how to think, positioning and time. How to use an opponent's strength against them.“ Aria pressed her palm against her stomach. It was still flat, but she felt it now, a constant, quiet presence. "I don't want to stop training entirely." "I'm not asking you to." Rowan stepped closer. "I'm asking you to adapt. Nova is awake now. She can help you read opponents before they move. Between her

CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR: THE ROGUE'S REPORT

IN NIGHTFANG Kael was in his study, a half empty goblet of wine on the desk, staring at the mountains through the window. The bond wound in his chest pulsed with a dull ache that never fully faded, and the wine did nothing to dull it. There was a knock on the door. A young warrior named Corvin, still dusty from the road, stepped inside and bowed his head. "Alpha. I have news from the northern territories." Kael didn't turn. "Speak." "The girl has been found." Corvin hesitated. "She's alive and mated to the Alpha of mooncrest pack." The goblet stopped halfway to Kael's mouth. He set it down slowly. "You're certain?" “Yes, Alpha. Our sources are reliable. "You can leave," Kael said. Corvin bowed and retreated. The door clicked shut. Ethan, who had been standing near the window, crossed his arms. "She’s alive and mated to Rowan. That's unexpected." “It’s better than getting a report of her death.” Rowan replied. "There's something else, Ethan said. "I've been watching Selene,

CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE: NEW PLAN

Selene summoned Lina at midnight. She walked through the dark corridors of the west wing with her heart pressed against her rib cage. “The luna request your presence in her chamber now, ma’am Lina.” “Okay.” She stood up and walked out of her room. The door to Selene's chambers was slightly open. Lina pushed through and closed it behind her. The room was warm, lit by a dozen candles that flickered in their sconces. Selene stood at the window, her back to the door, her silhouette sharp against the dark glass. "You’re here." "Yes, Luna." Selene turned. She was dressed in a gown of crimson red, the silver clasp at her throat. Her hair was perfectly pinned. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, but her smile was as cold and steady as ever. "I have news concerning, our dear Aria. She is alive." Lina's stomach dropped. "Alive, where?" "Mooncrest. The northern mountains. She's been taken in by Alpha Rowan." Selene's voice was casual, as if discussing the weather. "He's

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX: CHANGE OF PLANS

Lina returned from the southern pass just after dusk. She had delivered the letter to varyn. She had found him at the edge of the tree line, exactly where he had been before—dressed in a warrior's leather, his eyes sharp and hungry. He had taken the sealed message, read it by torchlight, and nodded slowly. "The Luna wants an attack in three days," he had said. "That's ambitious." "Can you do it?" "We'll see. Tell her I’ll come with reply by midnight, same place.” Lina had left him there and walked back to the fortress with her heart in her throat. She went straight to Selene's chambers and delivered the message. The Luna had smiled—cold and satisfied—and dismissed her with a wave. Now Lina stood in the servants' quarters, her hands still trembling from the cold. She pressed her palm against her stomach, where the tiny life she had only just begun to carry was growing, and tried to breathe, she hopes this doesn’t affect her child. Selene swept into the storage rooms at midnight

CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN: THE POSTPONEMENT L

Aria was in the great hall, a cup of tea warming her hands, when the young warrior burst through the doors. His tunic was torn. His face was streaked with dirt. He had run through the night to deliver his report, and the words came out in a single breathless rush. "Alpha. There’s an unusual rogue activity near the northern border. Multiple camps spotted in the last two days. They're not attacking, just watching. Seems like they’re mapping the terrain." Rowan was on his feet before the scout finished speaking. "How many?" "Hard to say. They're spread out, but they're organized. Someone's coordinating them." The great hall went quiet. Aria set down her cup, her hand moving instinctively to the small swell of her stomach. Beneath her skin, Nova stirred. The wolf had been restless all morning—pacing, agitated, pressing against the edges of Aria's consciousness like a caged animal. “Something's wrong,” Nova murmured. “The rogues?” “I don't know. But I feel it. I can't see it clearl

CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT: THE GROWING WEIGHT

The healer's voice was gentle but firm. "You need rest, Aria. The baby is healthy, but your body is working hard. The rogue threat isn't going anywhere, and neither should you. Let the warriors handle the patrols." Aria sat on the edge of the cot in the healer's wing, her hands resting on the curve of her stomach. It was visible now—a soft, round swell that pressed against the fabric of her tunic. Two months and three weeks. She had counted every day. "I can't just sit in my chambers and wait," she said. "I've done that before, I sat in a cold room while people decided my fate. I won't do it again." Elara sighed. She had been Mooncrest's healer for thirty years. She knew stubbornness when she saw it. "I'm not asking you to hide. I'm asking you to be careful, light activity only, no training, no patrols and no running up mountains." Aria's mouth curved slightly. "Nyssa already banned me from the mountain trails. She said if I fainted again, she'd tie me to the bed herself." "Nys

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE: Captured

A rogue was captured during patrol. Lois had led the patrol himself, a small team of five warriors who had tracked a lone figure through the northern pass. The rogue had fought hard, but he was outnumbered and underfed. By the time they dragged him through the gates, he was bleeding from a gash on his temple and cursing in a language no one recognized. Rowan conducted the interrogation himself, in a cell beneath the east wing. The rogue was gaunt and wild eyed, his clothes little more than rags. He sat shackled to a chair, his lip curled in defiance. Lois stood by the door, his scarred face unreadable. "Who sent you?" Rowan asked. He didn’t answer. "You're part of the camps on the northern border. We've been tracking you for weeks. Who's coordinating them?" The rogue laughed. It was a dry, rasping sound. "You think I'll tell you? You'll kill me anyway." "I'll kill you faster if you don't." The rogue studied Rowan's face. Whatever he saw there made his defiance waver

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