The Rejected Luna Strikes Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Victoria's POV The house was quiet—too quiet. Not the kind of quiet you get from peace, but the kind that makes the air heavy. Even a graveyard has the sound of the wind, the rustle of leaves, the chirp of a lone bird. Here, nothing. Just silence pressing against my ears. Alex’s car sat in the driveway, gleaming under the faint afternoon light. He was home. Of course he was. He was always “home” now, locked away in his study, shutting me out like a stranger. I stepped inside, my heels echoing on the marble, and dropped my handbag on the hallway console. My eyes swept across the living room, and my chest tightened. Once upon a time, this house had been alive. Our laughter had bounced off these walls. Our whispers had filled the corners. Now it was just… dead. I walked slowly to my room, each step like walking back through memories I wanted to forget. I remembered the way Alex used to look at me—soft eyes, warm hands, a man who couldn’t keep his distance. I remembered thinking

Tori's POV The hotel was far from our house — or rather, Alex’s and Carmen’s house. I had made sure of that. I cried for almost an hour after checking in. The realization of what had really happened hit me hard, and I didn’t know if I would ever recover. The hotel was nice and distracting enough: large rooms, a king-sized bed, a pool on the other side of the room to relax in, and a wide view of the city. Sometimes I looked at the pool longingly, wishing it would just drown me. I had to remind myself it wasn’t worth it. Alex wasn’t worth my life. I had to move on, had to find other sweet aspects of life and make sure Alex’s betrayal didn’t mess with my head. I stared at myself in the mirror as the water ran down my body in the shower. Blonde hair and all. I didn’t look bad. When I checked into the hotel, all eyes had been on me — from the lobby to the elevator. Someone had even whistled appreciatively. So why was Alex so hateful? What did I do to deserve the loathing I saw in

Chapter 5 Tori's POV How could someone look so handsome yet dangerous at the same time? I watched as he headed in my direction and sat in the chair in front of me. I flashed him a drunken grin. “Hi,” I said, and he ignored me. Or rather, just stared, like he was seeing someone for the first time. “Hi,” I said again, and he still kept mute. “Hi, dammit!” I said and slammed my fist on the table. Those green eyes darkened, and he shot me a very strong and warning look. My wolf whimpered, and I leaned back. Something told me that this man could kill me right here in front of these people if he wanted to, and nothing would happen. “Fine, I am sorry,” I said, and he nodded. He watched as I took another drink, and his eyes narrowed. My eyes wandered to his lips, and I licked mine. “You wanna… huh… spend the night?” I asked, and he growled. If I thought Alex’s wolf was scary, then I needed a recheck. The sound of that growl made me shift back; my hairs stood on end and my

Tori's POV The house was vast and wide as we walked through it. I could not stop staring around, wondering if I would somehow get lost in this house now that it would be my new home. This was what opulence was—the golden crests that adorned the walls and the exotic flower vases that held a bundle of roses. He walked briskly, making me try my hardest to keep up with him as he turned a corner, his back lean and taut as though he was not striding faster than any average person. The room he led me to was painted blue. It was a nursery that held different kinds of toys and different pictures of a smiling boy and Adrian. I stared at one picture long and hard. The man in that portrait, holding the giggling boy, was a far cry from the man that now led me into the room. I wanted to ask if he was a twin, but somehow I knew he would not take that lightly. In the room sat a boy, his back turned against us, but his dark hair unmistakably like his father's. “Kylian, it’s good to s

Alpha Adrian’s POV She was having a panic attack. That much was clear to me. I hated drama. But most especially, I hated women’s drama. I did not know what I was thinking when I asked her to work as a caretaker for Kylian. Perhaps it was the drinks. I wanted to blame it also on those multi-colored club lights that messed with my brain and did everything to increase my bad decision-making skills. I contemplated leaving her in the elevator and waiting for her to figure it out herself. I had a meeting in one hour, and this was not how I expected today to go. The growl my wolf gave me when I suggested leaving her there told me I could not just walk away. But looking at her, clutching her chest as she struggled to breathe, I knew I didn’t have the heart to abandon her. I pulled her out of the elevator, leading her into the female bathroom, not caring that the women inside shrieked at the sight of me, dashing out and trying to cover their feminine bits. I nearly scowled in