All Chapters of His Rejected Luna is The Lycan’s Queen: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I want him," Zara said, and she said it the way a child points at something in a shop window and announces they're having it — simple, complete, not even slightly interested in whether anyone agrees.But the problem was that Zara was no child and what she wanted was quite impossible.I stared at the ceiling.Maybe I hadn't heard her right."...I'm sorry?" I said carefully."You heard me." She said again without hesitation and shame. "That one. The young handsome Alpha." She said it the way someone states a fact about geography — matter of fact, final, completely uninterested in debate. "I want him. He's ours.""Zara." I tried to keep my voice level inside my own head. "I don't know how you think this works, or how it worked back during your time, but you can't just *want* someone — and an Alpha of a rogue pack at that—""Quiet." The word landed like a thunderous roar in my head. "I speak and you listen. That was the deal."I immediately shut my mouth.The lives of the wolves — I had

My whole body shivered as pain shifted and focused on my hand. It felt terrible and insane. My hands went cold, and I couldn't move them the way I wanted.My hands!!! My hands—I can't move them! The pain—"ARGHHHH!!!" I screamed out loud, and I got the attention of Aiden and Nathan immediately.Nathan, who was much more cautious now than ever, only focused his eyes on me to check what exactly had caused the sudden pain. He still maintained his distance nevertheless.But Aiden acted without thinking, moving closer and squatting beside me."That's it. What exactly is going on? I've given you enough time to discuss with your wolf. Now speak up," Aiden said, and as much as I hated his commanding tone, he was right.It was either I tell him or I die. And right now, dying wasn't in my priorities—in fact, I was avoiding it at all cost.I lay there for a full five seconds, processing the fact that my own wolf—the thing I had spent twenty-two years of my life desperate for—had just issued me a

"Oh really? Tell me with that anger you showed earlier —can you kill your father for it? Can you kill your whole pack with that anger?" Aiden threw out a question I had never once asked myself, and it stunned me, leaving me completely speechless.Yes, I was angry at them. Yes, I wanted my revenge.But could I actually do that to them?Could I kill my father? Could I slaughter my entire pack?The answer stuck in my throat like a stone I couldn't swallow.I shifted my gaze and focused on my fingers, trying to massage the paralyzed hand—an action that took over because I couldn't answer Aiden's question.Couldn't even look at him."You didn't disappoint me. I thought as much," Aiden said, and there was something almost like bitter satisfaction in his voice.He turned to Nathan. "I can't mark her, Nathan. That's final. You know about the curse. And I gave my word."My head snapped up. Curse? What curse were they talking about?But Nathan's response made my blood run cold."Well, that's on

But the strange thing was—I didn't feel afraid.I felt... understood.Because wasn't that exactly what I wanted too? To destroy what they loved? To make them hurt the way they'd hurt me?"If I do this," he continued, voice dropping even lower, "it can't be undone.""I know.""You'll carry my mark.""I know."His eyes searched mine, looking for something—doubt, maybe, or fear, or hesitation."And I need to know you understand what that means here, in my territory, with my pack. A marked mate is not a guest. Not a political arrangement." His voice was careful, deliberate. "It means something permanent.""I understand it's permanent," I said, and my voice didn't shake. "My whole life just ended. I have nothing to go back to. I understand what permanent means."Something shifted in his face.Not softening exactly—more like a door opening a crack, letting in just a sliver of light."You're not afraid," he said, and it sounded almost like a question."I'm terrified," I corrected honestly. "

I had a revenge to take on the Black Shadow Pack—but what business did Aiden’s pack have with all of this?Don't tell me he was going to start a fight with them.Just when I was about to speak up, the door crashed open.Not as if it was even locked in the first place—it was just slightly closed—but the person who barged in clearly didn’t care either way. A young lady burst it open with both panels swinging wide, with the energy of someone who had never once in their life considered that the people behind the doors might have feelings about such things.A girl stood in the doorway, she looked young—maybe seventeen, maybe eighteen—with wild dark hair that looked like it had been in a braid at some point this week and had since staged a full, unrepentant revolt.She was wearing a leather black jacket three sizes too big, boots that had clearly been through several tough times in the forest, and the expression of someone who had been wronged by the universe specifically and personally an