All Chapters of Rejected by the Luna Queen: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Keep hitting her flesh! Beat her to absolute death if her wolf has to learn the hard way!" Gerard roars, his old fury boiling over completely.The leather whip strikes her wounded back again and again, each lash more merciless and brutal than the last. Malia's beautiful body soon becomes a messy canvas of fresh blood, her dress torn open and heavily stained as her skin breaks apart under the relentless rogue assault. She wails in pure physical agony before her consciousness fails, her eyes closing as her body passes out on the cold stone.Sitting directly beside Gerard, Herman Blackwood, the elderly Shadow Fang Warrior with streaks of silver in his hair, chuckles darkly, his old throat vibrating with raw malice. "This young female has some serious backbone; my inner wolf will give her credit for that. But for an untouched beauty like her, brute physical force alone won't completely break her spirit. My mind has an ancient rogue idea that will make her female body submit to your claws

My head shakes slowly, dismissively. "The Crimson Alliance? Should my inner wolf be impressed by that name? Sorry, but my mind does not keep track of every minor league rogue organization out there in the wastes."Herman smirks arrogantly, his chest puffing out. "Our clan ranks directly among the top five lethal martial arts organizations in all of the Beacon Moon Territory and Shadow Creek Packlands! If your ears haven't even heard of our power… well, it just proves your wolf is nothing but a lucky street fighter. Killing your body tonight won't cause a single problem for our elders.""Master Blackwood, stop wasting your breath and finish his life right now!" Gerard urges, the terror evident in his shaking voice. "Take his wolf down today, and the Blackfang Rogue Pack will pay an extra three hundred million pieces of pack resources every single year to your alliance!"Herman smirks widely, his eyes locking onto my chest. "You should feel completely honored, boy. If my claws are stepp

Malia Argent POV"Help my wolf … Please save my body!" my mouth whispers faintly through the thick haze of sleep. "My inner soul is so sorry, Derek … I am so incredibly sorry!"Even though my voice is just rambling inside a dark nightmare, Talia Argent turns her face toward Jackson Whittemore with a wide, triumphant grin. "Jackson, listen to her fertile breath! She is begging your alpha claws to save her flesh and calling your name aloud! Do your eyes see? Her mind is dreaming strictly about your power even when her consciousness is broken!"Jackson’s heart leaps violently inside his chest as his boots rush forward eagerly to claim my trembling hand. "Do not let your wolf feel afraid, Malia. My body is right here beside your bed. My claws will protect your skin from any rogue filth in the territory. You are my absolute everything under the moon."However, the exact second his fingers wrap around my skin, my inner wolf flinches and begins struggling frantically against his touch. "Your

Malia Argent POV"Malia, you are finally awake under the moon!" Talia Argent wails, her heavy scent of distress hitting my nose as she throws her arms around my medical sheets. "My heart was breaking, thinking of the brutal torture those rogue beasts forced upon your beautiful flesh."I shake my head weakly against the pillow, my back still stinging with raw, burning heat."Mother, my inner wolf is healing now. It is entirely thanks to Derek’s legendary moon healing skills that my life fluid has stabilized so rapidly."Talia glances dismissively at Derek, her upper lip curling over her fangs in pure contempt."A lowborn healer hardly deserves royal praise for simply performing his basic pack duties. On the other hand, our chosen alpha candidate Jackson has been so consumed with worry for your skin that his wolf is losing its sleep and appetite."Jackson Whittemore steps forward into the light of the healing sanctuary, adjusting his heavy leather cuff with practiced, gentlemanly grace.

"You and Malia of Silvermoon would be the perfect fated match. Just grant me a new challenger mount, or hand over your swift black stallion from the pack stables, and I will help you claim her back from the True Alpha. What do you say?" Liam Raeken pressed on eagerly, his golden eyes flashing with greed.Before Derek Hale could flash his fangs, Jackson Whittemore exploded in pure feral rage."Liam, have you no share of pack honor? How dare you try to sell out Malia for your own territory gain? Did you even consider my position as her chosen alpha candidate?" Jackson roared.Liam retorted with a nasty sneer, "Jackson, your bloodline is drowning in debt to the Council of Alphas, and you are nothing but a broke loser in the territory. Why should I care about your alpha pride when your name is worth nothing to the pack elders? Since you are too pathetic to come up with the tribute resources, Malia obviously cannot be with a weak wolf like you."Jackson had never in his life faced such bitt