The Rejected Lina’s Hidden Legacy 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

“Open the gates.”“Alpha Lucien ordered the rejected Luna gone before sunrise.”“She’s barely standing.”“That’s no longer our concern.”The iron groaned open. A guard hurled a leather satchel into the mud at my feet … one dress, a handful of coins, my mother’s journal. Everything I had left, thrown like scraps to a dog.A younger guard flinched, opened his mouth. “I’m… sorry, Luna.”“Don’t call her that,” the captain snapped, and the gates slammed shut behind me with a sound like a coffin lid.I didn’t cry. I was done giving them that.⸻I stood there longer than I should have, staring up at walls I’d bled for, my hand lifting toward the gate on its own before I caught myself and let it drop.“Goodbye,” I said, to no one.No one answered. Of course no one answered. I turned into the dark and started walking, because standing still meant thinking, and thinking meant remembering the warmth of his hand under that table.⸻Rain found me within the hour, cold enough to make my teeth ache.

“If the mark becomes a crescent,” the Oracle said quietly, “…you are our lost princess.”She looked into my eyes, and something in her gaze made my stomach drop before she even finished.“If it becomes anything else…”The room went silent around us.“…then the gods have returned.”⸻My blood was still wet on my palm when they walked me into the Hall of Prophecy, the cut throbbing in time with my pulse. Scrolls and star maps covered every surface. Portraits of rulers I’d never heard of watched me pass like they already knew how this ended.Lady Seraphine drew back a tapestry heavy with dust, revealing a woman crowned in painted moonlight.“Queen Selene,” she said. “The first Moon Queen.”A symbol glowed faintly at the painted queen’s collarbone … not a crescent. A six-pointed star, the same shape burned into my own skin. My hand rose to my collar without my permission.⸻Seraphine spoke like she was handing me something fragile.Once every hundred years, she said, the Moon Goddess chos

“Save the King!”“Seal every gate!”“Find the assassin!”A healer wrenched me back from the blood soaking through my father’s armor, and I fought her grip without thinking, my hands already reaching for him again.“Don’t let him die…”⸻The hall had become chaos. Guards tore down the corridors after fleeing shapes. Cassian didn’t bother with the door … he shifted mid-stride, silver fur rippling out of skin, and tore through the shattered window after them. Michael was already gone, vaulted straight off the balcony, chasing a second shadow across the rooftops in the rain.I stayed.Healers surrounded my father, hands moving fast and grim, and I gripped his slack fingers anyway, refusing to be pulled away twice in one night.“The poison should have stopped his heart,” one healer breathed, disbelieving.Another stared at the wound like it had betrayed her. “…but something is protecting him.”I didn’t understand what she meant until I looked down and saw the faint silver light bleeding fr

FELICIA“Again.”Cassian knocked the sword from my hand for the seventh time. It clattered across the training yard, and I glared at him, chest heaving, palms stinging.“You’re enjoying this far too much.”He grinned, unrepentant, and tossed the blade back to me hilt-first. “No. I’m enjoying watching my little sister stop believing she’s weak.”⸻A week of this had rearranged something in me. Cassian taught me to hold a blade like it belonged in my hand, adjusting my grip with fingers that had gone gentle despite the calluses. Michael dragged me through the woods before dawn until I could track a deer by a single broken twig, never once raising his voice when I got it wrong. Roger walked me through royal law with the patience of a man who genuinely believed I’d need it someday, always leaving space for my questions instead of rushing past them. Seraphine tried, again and again, to teach my wolf to answer when called, her frustration never once turning into impatience with me.Every le

Felicia “He almost killed the messenger.”Cassian didn’t look up from the report in his hand. “When he heard you were alive.”I laughed. Cold. Hollow.“…Good.”⸻The spies laid it all out before the council … corrupt officials executed, elders thrown in chains, the investigation into my rejection torn wide open, Selene under lock and guard, the healer’s killers hunted down one by one. A man who barely slept anymore, they said. A man obsessed. A man breaking apart at the seams, tearing his own kingdom to pieces looking for a version of the truth that might finally let him forgive himself.Cassian watched me carefully, setting the report aside like he already knew the answer wasn’t going to be the one I gave. “Does hearing that change anything?”“No,” I said, too fast.My hands were shaking in my lap. I pressed them flat against my thighs, but it was already too late … he’d seen, and he didn’t call me a liar out loud, which somehow felt worse than if he had.⸻I threw myself into train