All Chapters of The Rejected Fourfold Luna: Fated to Two Alpha Twins : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Celeste's POV"Take a chill pill," I said, keeping my voice easy. "She is an ex. That is all. It is not catastrophic, it does not require a reaction, and it is definitely not the end of the world."Vaelina looked at me. Then she looked across the room at Calista. Then back at me with the specific expression she wore when she was processing something and wasn't quite finished."I am fine," she said. "I am completely fine. I just." She paused. "I never knew that.""Now you know.""Now I know," she repeated, quieter. Something moved through her expression, working through the information and placing it somewhere it made sense.Then her eyes sharpened with the particular focus of a woman who just solved a puzzle she didn't realise she was looking at."Wait.""I remember her from the Luna ceremony." She turned to face me properly. "The weird looks from the moment we arrived. The cold greeting. The way she looked at you like your presence in that room was a personal insult to her." She poi

Vaelina's POVI was back at my desk, half a mind on my files and the other half absolutely elsewhere, when the knock came."Come in."Torren opened the door.He was in a full suit, jacket on, the kind of composed presence he carried into every space he walked into without seeming to try.In one hand he was holding a paper bag that smelled, even from across the room, like something warm and good."I was passing by," he said, stepping inside and letting the door close behind him. "Like I said I would be."I looked at the bag. Then at him."You actually got me food.""You said you were hungry." He set the bag on my desk in front of me. "I said I would bring something. That is how this works."I opened the bag and the smell confirmed everything. I looked up at him. "You are serious.""I am always serious." A small, quiet smile. "Eat before it gets cold."I started pulling things out, already smiling despite every effort not to. He stood across the desk and checked his watch while I arrang

Celeste's POVThe drive home from Mercer and Vale was the quiet kind that asked nothing from me.By the time I pulled into the estate I was already thinking about food and a long shower and nothing else in particular. Both Mason and Jason's cars were absent, which wasn't unusual. They kept unpredictable hours when work extended into the evening and things tended to sort themselves out without much drama. I wasn't worried.I went upstairs, changed out of my work clothes, and was midway through loosening my hair when I heard the soft knock at the bedroom door.Neris.She stood in the doorway looking composed but carrying something uncertain at the edges of it, which was not her usual state."Luna." Her voice was low. "There is someone downstairs asking to see you. He says he needs to speak with you urgently.""Who is it?""I have not seen him before." A brief pause. "He is young. A boy, perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old." She hesitated. "He looks very panicked."A boy. Unfamiliar. P

Mason's POVWe pulled into the estate just after eight.The drive back from the office was the kind that moved without demands. Both of us mostly quiet, the day settling behind us the way it did when work was productive and nothing urgent was trailing.Jason was on his phone for part of the journey. I drove and let the city pass outside the window and thought about nothing in particular, which was a luxury that didn't always exist on a weeknight.By the time we pulled through the estate entrance I was already thinking about food and a quiet evening and nothing more complicated than that.It was the quality of the quiet inside that shifted all of that within about thirty seconds of stepping through the door.Not the familiar kind. Not the settled quiet of an evening where everyone was in their own space and things were running in the background the way they should.The entrance lights on the way Neris left them when the main rooms were unoccupied, and an absence of anything living movi

Celeste's POVThe shower helped considerably.Hot water, the familiar smell of my own shampoo and soap, the simple act of stripping the forest off my skin. Dirt, grass, the specific itchy residue that woodland undergrowth left behind that I hadn't noticed fully until I was standing somewhere clean enough to feel it. I stayed in longer than necessary and didn't rush any of it.Mason met me at the top of the stairs after, and looked at me in that particular way of his, not asking a dozen questions, just checking. I told him I was okay and he pressed a kiss to my forehead and let me go. That was exactly right.By the time I got into bed my body was done with the evening entirely.My mind was not ready to let it go.I lay in the dark and thought about the carved words, about the cold floor of the pit, about the boy who looked frightened and earnest and led me through the trees with the specific and deliberate purpose of getting me into that hole in the ground.Then I thought about Calist