All Chapters of REJECTED LUNA, CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE KING : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ElaraThe white silk of my mating dress clung to my skin like a shroud.I stood on the raised platform in the center of Silvermoon's ceremonial grounds, my bare feet freezing against the stone, while three thousand pack members watched in silence. The full moon hung low and swollen above us, casting silver light across the gathered wolves. Every eye was fixed on me the wolfless Omega who had somehow, impossibly, been chosen as the Alpha's fated mate.I had spent three years praying for this moment.Three years of enduring whispered insults in the pack hallways. Three years of being shoved aside at the water well, of being given the smallest portions at communal meals, of being told I was lucky the Alpha even allowed a defect like me to remain in the territory.But none of that mattered anymore.Because Kael Draven, the most powerful Alpha in the Northern Territories, had looked at me across a crowded room six months ago and frozen. I'd felt the bond snap into place like lightning stri

ElaraI don't remember how I got to my feet.I don't remember walking away from the ceremonial grounds, past the gawking pack members, past the children who pointed and laughed, past the adults who looked at me with pity or disgust.But I must have, because I found myself in my tiny room in the Omega quarters, staring at the few belongings I owned.A worn blanket. A single dress. A small wooden wolf that my mother had carved for me before she died.That was it. That was my entire life.I stood there for a long time, swaying on my feet, the bond wound still gaping open in my chest. It felt like a physical wound, like someone had reached inside me and torn out a piece of my soul.And then I realized something.The bond was gone. The mating bond that had tethered me to Kael, that had pulled at me for six agonizing months, that had made me believe I might finally belong somewhere...It was gone.And with it, any reason to stay.I grabbed the wooden wolf, shoved it into my pocket, and walk

RIVEN'S POV The moment my fangs sank into her skin, I felt it.The bond slammed into place between us, so powerful that it nearly brought me to my knees. Heat exploded through my veins like wildfire. Her blood bloomed across my tongue sweet, rich, and intoxicating and the mate claim sealed with a force that stole the air from my lungs. Something deeper stirred beneath it. Something I hadn’t expected.Her wolf woke.I felt the exact second she rose, a surge of raw power rippling through Elara’s small body. Her back arched against me. A soft, broken sound escaped her throat. Her eyes shifted from soft brown to a brilliant, luminous gold that caught the firelight and held it. The scent of her already addictive sharpened, layered now with the wild, electric tang of her newly awakened animal.And then her wolf touched mine.It was like coming home after a lifetime of exile. Recognition slammed through both of us, ancient and absolute. My wolf rose hard against my skin, nearly forcing the

Elara The second heat hit harder than the first. I woke already soaked, the thin cotton of my shift clinging to my skin like a second layer of flesh. The fabric was translucent with my arousal, plastered to the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts, the aching emptiness between my thighs. I could feel the heat radiating from my body, the flush that had spread from my core to every inch of my skin. My thighs were slick, the evidence of my need coating them in a silky sheen that caught the faint glow of the dying fire. I could smell myself on the air honey and musk and that unique, intoxicating scent that drove Riven mad. My nipples were tight peaks beneath the damp fabric, so sensitive that the brush of the sheet against them made me gasp. The bond between us burned like a brand under my skin, a living fire that pulsed with every beat of my heart. I could feel him through it awake, hard, already moving toward me. His arousal was a tangible presence in my mind, hot and urgent and

Elara The unimaginable part came two weeks later. I woke to find the bond silent. It was the first thing I registered the absence where warmth should have been. The golden thread that had lived under my ribs since the night Riven marked me, that had pulsed with his heartbeat and hummed with his love, had vanished as if it had never existed. I reached for it in panic, my mind grasping at empty space. Nothing. Just a hollow ache where connection should have been. The silence was deafening, a void that swallowed every thought, every emotion, every sense of him that had become as natural as breathing. Riven was still in the bed beside me, still breathing, still solid and warm against my side. I could feel the heat of his skin, could smell the familiar scent of pine and smoke that had become my comfort. His scarred chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his dark hair tousled against the pillow. But the bond was gone. I sat up sharply, my hand flying to my chest. The movement