All Chapters of His Rejected Luna is the Lost Princess : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANTONIO'S POV It was weird seeing her like this. In a dress that wrapped around her like liquid, accentuating her curves and making her look... like a goddess. On the other hand, our bond remained broken, leaving me with these ugly feelings. And questions. So many questions. Cara was walking away with the Alpha King, and I wanted to pull her back but I wasn't ready to lose my neck. But what could they be going to the stage to do together? He called her his friend, is he..? No. There's no way. I'd planned to get him to help me find her, he can't be claiming her as his in front of the world, I won't let it stand. She's Mine! My wolf was snarling, demanding I pull her away from him and back to my side where she belongs but Aliyah’s nails suddenly dug into my arm as she pulled me back. "What is it?" I demanded, my voice rougher than I intended. Her eyes watered, "Damien would have noticed how I was feeling way before now." "I'm sorry," I apologised quickly, "w

Lucian found me walking back in with a teary eye, right as the crowd was turning around as well. They were eating now, but they paused and focused instead, on making sure I knew they haven't forgotten about Petra's question. The devil in question was sitting at one of the high tables, smirking at me as I re-entered the grand hall, whispering something to another girl by her side. Goddess, her sister. There's two of those? Why does Lucian keep them around? Lucian wrapped an arm around my shoulder and guided me away from the stares, back out the path that led to the other wing of the house. "I'm sorry about Petra," he said a bit too loudly, "she sometimes gets a weird satisfaction from digging into people's pain. Once we get your wolf unbound, you will deal with her as you please." "Thank you Luc. I feel tired though." “That's expected. Go to bed, Cara,” he said quietly. “I’ll finish up here. You don't have to stick around." “Okay,” I whispered, "you're the best." He squeezed

I was staring at my phone again, watching an AI video of me kissing my brother. There was no way anyone wouldn't know it was fake but I opened the comments and it was more uproar and screams about how I've used a love potion to hook my claws into the Alpha King. And this was just one of many for days now. Every time I unlocked my phone there was something new. A fresh account. A new photo of me from the when I was in my former Pack looking haggard and unkempt. My hospital records of me being unable to get pregnant. AI pictures that made me look drunk or half-dressed. And as always, the comments didn't disappoint. They were always more vicious and cruel than the previous one. Sera tried to get me to stop paying attention to it and I tried. Trust me, I have deleted these apps so many times but somehow, I always end up back in there. Just scrolling until my eyes are burning with tears. Sometimes I think about throwing the phone away but I don't want Lucian to have to buy a new o

I was so speechless it too me almost a minute to pull out a proper thought. My mind was torn between pain, shock and disgust at how brazen she was with her trying to become Queen mother. She wasn’t even trying to hide what she wanted. She had simply wrapped her ambition in concern and history. “I have already told you, I don't want to be your Luna," I stated, trying to sound strong, "if Lucian wants your daughter to be his mate, the second it becomes official, I'll leave the duties to her. If you don't want to put me through anymore, it's fine. I'll leave." "No, don't worry. Let it not be said that I didn't obey my King. We're not done with the day's tour. I'll take you to the Throne room where you'll be attending to the needs of those in the Pack and from around the world." I followed her wordlessly, swallowing the lump in my throat. This was already overwhelming and I don't know how much more I can take --- We left the office and headed downstairs. Omegas and workers passed

ANTONIO'S POV I couldn’t get the incident in that garden out of my head. No matter how many times I tried to focus on the reports Jake had left on my desk, my mind dragged me straight back to that night. Not just the pain I felt throughout the entire encounter. But the way she looked the entire night. The way the emerald dress clung to her body. It felt like she'd been hiding her beauty all these years and now some other man was bringing it all out. A man richer and more powerful than me. How could she do this to me? How could she stand so close to him, letting her smell her delicious scent? Did our bond mean nothing to her? Did she really throw everything away just for the pleasures of life? All my questions had their answers embedded in her actions in that damn garden. The complete emptiness in her eyes when she looked at me. The way she had spoken to me like I was a stranger who had inconvenienced her, like the years we spent building a life together were meaningles