All Chapters of The Rejected Luna’s Hidden Legacy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

POV: Felicia“She’s crowning!” the royal healer shouted.Another healer glanced toward the crimson moon outside the window and went pale.“…No.”“There are five heartbeats.”⸻The chamber dissolved into controlled chaos around me … healers, priestesses, mages, all of them moving into position at once, the air itself pressing down with a weight I’d never felt before, thick enough to taste.Candles snuffed themselves out one by one, replaced by silver flame that gave off no heat at all. The altar in the corner had begun glowing on its own, pulsing in time with something none of us could see.I could barely breathe through the pain. These weren’t ordinary children clawing their way into the world. Each one carried enough Moon Magic to bend the room around them, and I felt it in every contraction … not just my body fighting to deliver them, but something vast and ancient stirring awake beneath my skin.Lucien moved toward me on instinct, and Orion’s hand caught his chest before he’d taken

POV: Felicia“Don’t mistake this for forgiveness.”Lucien froze with our daughter asleep against his chest. The room went so quiet I could hear four tiny heartbeats.I swallowed the ache climbing into my throat.“I’m choosing what kind of mother I want to be… not what kind of woman I am yet.”⸻He stood there with her weight settled against him like he’d been carved into stillness, and the silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It felt sacred, like the room itself understood what was being decided in it, four small heartbeats keeping time beneath the quiet.“I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you,” I said.He nodded, careful not to jostle the sleeping weight against his chest. “I know.”“I don’t know if we’ll ever become… whatever we were supposed to be.”“I know.”“I don

POV: FeliciaShe went with them willingly.The words didn't land right away. I heard them the way you hear something underwater…muffled, wrong, a shape without weight.Then they did.I was already moving before I decided to move, the messenger's blood cooling on my sleeve where his hand had gripped it, my feet carrying me down the corridor Lucien had already vanished into. Somewhere behind me Orion was shouting orders. I didn't hear a word of it.The nursery door hung open.Wrong. That door never hung open. It sealed itself, warded three times over, and I'd checked those wards myself that morning with my own hands pressed flat against the wood.I hit the doorway and stopped so hard my shoulder caught the frame.Lucien was already inside, on his knees beside the second crib, and for one unbearable second I thought…Then I saw them. Both of them. Asleep. Small chests rising and falling, undisturbed, as if the world hadn't just tilted sideways around them.The breath left me all at once,

"You've all been hunting the wrong monster."Aldric leaned back in his chains and smiled, not like a man who'd lost. Like a man watching children argue over the wrong answer."You still think werewolves started this war." His eyes found mine. "The Moon Priests taught us how."Every heartbeat in that chamber stopped at once.Then he laughed. "And they'll kill me for telling you."⸻Nobody had slept. The black coin's ashes still sat scattered across the war table when the oldest Elder finally spoke, his voice shaking with something that wasn't age.The Moon Priests hadn't always been servants of the Goddess, he said. Centuries ago some of them decided they understood her better than she understood herself. They split. The official order buried every trace of the rebellion so thoroughly that everyone believed the rogue priesthood had simply died out.They hadn't. They'd disappeared into history instead.My stomach turned over slowly. If priests controlled the prophecies, they could rewri

POV: Felicia"Tell me, Chosen Queen."Varek smiled as the council doors sealed behind us."When did you decide the Moon Goddess was kinder than the people who claimed to serve her?"Every instinct in me screamed at once.We hadn't cornered him. We'd walked into his trial instead of ours.I felt it in the air before I understood why…the too-still posture of the guards along the walls, the way Varek's shoulders had settled instead of tensing, a man arriving somewhere he'd already mapped in his head a hundred times.⸻He didn't look afraid. He looked relieved, almost amused, his fingers working the clasp of his ceremonial necklace with unhurried care before he set it on the table like a man laying down a weight he'd carried too long."Good," he said. "Now no one has to pretend anymore."Then he started dismantling six hundred years of history, and he did it without a trace of feeling, like a man reading number