All Chapters of Rejected for a Fake Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rhea’s POVKoen fell silent and simply looked at me.Something in his expression had changed. The firmness that usually defined him softened into something distant, almost fragile.“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly, sensing the shift in him.For a moment, he did not seem to hear me. His gaze remained fixed on my face, yet it felt as though he were looking through me—at someone who existed far beyond this room.Then he smiled.It was faint and fleeting, touched with a sadness that made my chest tighten.“I’m sorry,” he said at last. “I just remembered something.”I waited for him to continue, but he said nothing more.Whatever memory had surfaced, it had left a quiet sorrow behind in his eyes. I wondered what it was.“I’m sorry,” he added, his expression returning to its usual composure. “I shouldn’t have said that.”“No, it’s all right,” I replied softly.I parted my lips, intending to ask what made him say those words, but before I could speak, I was interrupted by three measured knock

Rhea’s POVTime slipped away without either of us noticing.We spent the morning talking with the Pack members, exchanging stories and laughing as though we had known one another for years.Eventually, Koen approached me. “Rhea.”I turned my attention to him.“I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you here for a while.”I looked at him curiously.“I still have some business to attend to this afternoon,” he explained. “Feel free to spend more time with the Pack. I’m sure they’d be happy to keep you company while I’m away.”He had barely turned to leave when curiosity got the better of me. “Where are you going?”Koen glanced back over his shoulder. “The training grounds.”My eyes immediately lit up.“I’ve actually been meaning to ask where they were.” I took a step toward him. “Can I come with you?”A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “If you want to, of course.”As we made our way toward the training grounds, Koen glanced at me.“I should warn you before we get there,” he said. “O

Rhea’s POVMy heart sank.First came Sandra’s warning, and now this.I truly wasn’t bringing anything good to Celestia. Ever since I arrived, all I had done was place another burden on their shoulders.This Pack would be safer without me.“What did Valcrest say?” I asked.Koen didn’t answer right away. Instead, he placed a stack of papers on the table and pushed them toward us.I picked up the first one, my brows drawing together as I read the headline printed across the front.“What is this?”I reached for the others. Newsletters. Reports. Magazines.Different publications, but every single one carried the same story beneath different headlines.Valcrest.The ceremony.My collapse.Koen smiled faintly. “It seems we won’t have to worry about Valcrest making any moves anytime soon.”Sandra picked up one of the papers and skimmed through it, but her expression barely changed.“This is good,” she said. “It gives us more time to prepare in case something happens.”Her gaze shifted toward

Koen's POV“Then we’ll proceed as discussed.”I closed the folder before me and looked around the room. Gathered inside my office were Celestia’s Pack officials—the heads of each department responsible for keeping the Pack running. Some nodded in agreement, while others scribbled down a few final notes before rising from their seats.“If there are no further concerns, you’re all dismissed.”The officials stood one after another, offering respectful bows before filing out of my office. Their quiet conversations lingered in the corridor for only a few moments before fading into silence as the door clicked shut behind the last of them.Finally, the room is silent. I leaned back in my chair and let out a slow breath.My gaze drifted to the fresh stack of reports waiting neatly on the corner of my desk. I had only just finished reviewing the previous pile this morning, yet another had already taken its place after the meeting. Requests from merchants, reports from the villages, updates on

Artavius's POV“Alpha!” The office doors burst open with enough force to slam against the stone walls.A warrior staggered inside, his armor drenched in blood. One arm hung uselessly at his side, while deep claw marks carved across his chest. He took only a few unsteady steps before collapsing to one knee.I shot out of my seat and crossed the room.“What happened?” I demanded.“The eastern patrol…” His voice shook as he struggled to catch his breath. “We were ambushed by rogues.”My jaw clenched.Rogues had always been a nuisance along our borders, but never once had they dared to attack one of our patrols so openly.Before Rhea left, the rogues were scared of us. They hide whenever they sense our patrols nearby, but now, they have become aggressive. They are using Rhea's absence as their opportunity to attack without hesitation, testing our defenses for weaknesses, and seizing every opportunity to force their way deeper into our territory.“Easy,” I said, catching him by the should