All Chapters of Return Of The Rejected Luna: Am The Lycan Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Alfred, what is happening to her!" Issac's voice was raw, hands still gripping Elena's shoulders as she convulsed against him in the shallow pool.Before the physician could answer, Elena's body began to glow.At first, it was little more than a faint shimmer beneath her skin, so subtle it could have been mistaken for a trick of the light. Then the radiance intensified, it spread from her chest, flowing through every vein until her entire body pulsed with a breathtaking silver-blue glow. The water surrounding her responded, rippling outward in luminous rings.The screaming stopped, the violent convulsions ceased slowly. Her body slowly rose from Issac's arms, suspended effortlessly above the water, inches from him. Her head tilted back, eyes remaining closed while ribbons of silver-blue light spiraled around her.Issac stared, confusion, shocked and amazed, he could feel the power growing from within her. Just then her short, uneven hair that had been so cruelly shorn began to grow,

Something inside her had shifted, and Elena could feel it in a way that was impossible to explain, like a breath she had been holding for years had finally been released. Her wolf was still there; she recognized its presence instantly, but it no longer felt the same. It was vast now, deeper and stronger, carrying a power that made no sense for the creature she had known since childhood, as though the word wolf had never been large enough to describe what lived inside her.Her connection to nature felt stronger too. She could sense the life around her with startling clarity—the trees beyond the chamber, the faint movement of leaves, the water flowing through the fountain, even the quiet pulse of the earth beneath the castle. It wasn't simply something she could hear or feel anymore; it was as though she had become connected to it, able to sense its presence in a way she never had before."Elena?" Issac's voice, close, careful. "Are you okay?"She barely heard him. Her eyes had already

Elena wore purple that morning, a deep, flowing gown the color of twilight, fitted elegantly through the bodice before falling in soft layers around her legs. The rich fabric moved gracefully with every step, blending almost seamlessly with her long purple hair as it cascaded down her back. At her throat rested a delicate sapphire necklace, its deep blue stones catching the light and drawing attention to her brilliant sapphire eyes threaded with silver.Beside her in the vintage black carriage sat Catherine Ashcroft, Julian's younger sister, three escort vehicles trailing behind them down the winding road toward Lypion.Catherine had returned the moment word reached her, she'd been away on business when Julian called, describing in careful, restrained detail exactly how broken the King's mate had been. Catherine, Julian, and Issac had grown up together, and she had always adored Issac like an older brother, endlessly curious which woman could ever hope to sway a man so guarded. She'd

Elena couldn't stop replaying the meeting with Grand Duke Alaric the entire ride home, his charm sitting wrong beneath her skin like silk stretched over something sharp. His smile had been warm, his words perfectly measured, yet beneath them she had sensed something colder, something calculating that never quite reached his eyes.It lingered at the edge of her senses like a shadow she couldn't touch, leaving her with the unsettling feeling that every pleasant word he had spoken had concealed another meaning."You could tell, couldn't you," Catherine said, watching her closely. "How much that man is pretending.""Who is he, exactly?" Elena asked. "Beyond the title.""Leader of the Council of Astus. You haven't met the rest of them yet — small mercy, honestly." Catherine settled back against the seat, considering how to explain it simply. "They're a power faction. Old bloodlines, old money, thoroughly against Issac. He's too strong for them to challenge outright, so they do it the only w

Ashwood Manor hadn't sounded this joyful in years.Damian stood in the receiving hall, champagne glass forgotten in his hand, still turning the healer's words over and over in his mind like a jewel he couldn't quite believe belonged to him.A week along, my lord. Congratulations.A week. Barely anything at all, and yet it felt like the answer to five years of shame finally arriving, five years late but no less sweet for the delay. He was going to be a father. Vivian was going to give him what Elena never could."A grandchild," Marla crowed from her chair by the fire place, practically singing the word, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. "Finally, a grandchild worth celebrating, and from a real woman this time, not some barren curse dressed up as a Luna.""Mother," Damian said, though there was no real reprimand in it."Don't mother me," Marla said, delighted. "I told you five years ago that woman was rotten stock. Didn't I tell you? The moment we finally rid ours