All Chapters of REJECTED LUNA, CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE KING : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

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

KaelI had rejected her to save my pack.That was what I told myself every night when I lay awake staring at the ceiling, her face burned into the back of my eyelids. That was what I whispered to my wolf when he howled with grief and rage and desperate, aching need. That was what I repeated like a prayer, a mantra, a lifeline in the endless sea of my regret.The High Council had come to me the night before the ceremony. I remembered every detail with excruciating clarity the way the moonlight had painted silver patterns across the polished floor of my study, the acrid scent of the ancient incense they burned to mask their true nature, the cold, measured voices of the three elders who had arrived without warning."Alpha Kael Draven," the eldest had intoned, his voice like stones grinding together, "we come bearing grave news. The woman you believe to be your fated mate is a threat to everything we have built."I'd laughed at first. I'd been young, arrogant, certain of my place in the w

RivenShe became my Queen the way she did everything else on her own terms.I watched her walk into the great hall of our fortress, her black leathers replaced by flowing silver silk that caught the firelight like liquid moonlight. The fabric whispered against the stone floor with each step, a soft susurrus that seemed to echo through the gathered crowd. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, wild and untamed, and her eyes those beautiful, impossible eyes blazed with a power that made my wolf purr with satisfaction.The crown on her head was simple, forged from the same dark metal as my own. It had been her design, her insistence that she would not wear the gold and jewels of the old world. She would wear the iron of the new.The scent of her reached me even across the crowded hall pine and wildflowers and something sweeter, something that had become the very air I breathed. I'd spent three years searching for her scent. I'd spent three years dreaming of it. Now it was everywhe