All Chapters of The Luna they rejected : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Lyra The morning light cut through the heavy velvet curtains, shattering the reckless haze of the night before. I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs. The bed was cold and the stranger was gone. Before I could even process the empty room, a violent, agonizing shockwave exploded inside my skull. My vision blurred, and I fell back against the pillows, clutching my head as a voice tore through the deep, dusty corners of my mind. It was a voice I hadn't heard in three agonizing years. ‘Mate!’ Nyx roared. Her voice wasn't a fragile sound anymore. It was a fierce, desperate howl that vibrated through every single cell of my body. ‘He is our mate! Lyra, wake up! Mate!’ Panic, hot and sharp, flooded my chest. "Nyx?" I gasped out loud, my hands trembling. "No, no. That’s impossible. Kade rejected us. The bond was broken." ‘Not him!’ Nyx screamed, clawing at the magical cage inside my mind, suddenly filled with a terrifying, wild energy. ‘The man from last night! He is

Lyra The shadow that tore through the mist didn't just attack the rouges… it killed them. A monstrous, dark wolf, easily twice the size of Alpha Kade, slammed into the leader before I could even blink. The sickening crunch of a snapping spine echoed through the canyon. Blood sprayed across the damp moss splattering on my face. The remaining four rogues didn't wait to fight…they fled, scattering into the fog like cowards, their terrified whimpers fading into the distance. I gasped, a jagged piece of my own rib piercing my lung as the giant beast turned its glowing, amber eyes toward me. The pressure radiating from it was suffocating. ‘Alpha... King...’ Nyx whimpered in the deep recesses of my mind, her voice a fragile thread before she went entirely silent, slipping into a coma. The wolf didn't strike. Instead, it let out one last, earth-shaking growl, turned, and melted back into the shadows of Blackthorn Valley. I didn't have time to process the miracle. The world was spi

Lyra The heavy iron doors of the Valehold Citadel's grand ballroom groaned under the weight of centuries of dark secrets. I didn’t have time to admire the architecture and the beautiful palace. Two towering guards stepped into my path, their massive frames casting long shadows over the stone floor. Their eyes flashed a deadly yellow as they caught my scent or rather, the fake, sweet scent of a minor pack diplomat’s daughter provided by my Moonveil potion. "Invitation," the larger guard barked, his voice vibrating in his chest. Instead of reaching for a slip of paper, I moved with speed. I lunged forward, sliding low beneath the first guard’s arm. My fingers clamped around the base of the silver dagger hidden in my gown. I didn't draw the blade…killing a royal guard in the doorway would ruin the entire night…But I drove the handle of my blade into his guts. He choked, air exploding from his lungs as he doubled over. The second guard lunged, his claws extending, but I was al