All Chapters of His Rejected Luna is The Lycan’s Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She came back at me low and fast, going for my midsection, driving forward with her shoulder like she was trying to fold me in half.“Well she should stop trying to kill me, I just escaped from death!”I caught her shoulder, redirected, went down with her instead of against her, and we hit the floor together in a tangle of limbs and very different ideas about where this was going.“Aiden—” Nathan started.“Wait, she is doing pretty well for someone who just got her wolf” Aiden chipped in and cut Nathan off as he watched the fight.I registered his voice somewhere above us—calm, watching—and wanted to scream at him but didn’t have the breath for it because Zyla had my arm twisted behind my back and was trying to pin my face into the floor with her forearm.I bucked my hips, broke her balance, and flipped us.Now I had her pinned—my knee across her lower back, her arm locked up behind her, my other hand flat on the back of her head keeping her cheek against the floor.Damn she was stron

She came back at me low and fast, going for my midsection, driving forward with her shoulder like she was trying to fold me in half.“Well she should stop trying to kill me, I just escaped from death!”I caught her shoulder, redirected, went down with her instead of against her, and we hit the floor together in a tangle of limbs and very different ideas about where this was going.“Aiden—” Nathan started.“Wait, she is doing pretty well for someone who just got her wolf” Aiden chipped in and cut Nathan off as he watched the fight.I registered his voice somewhere above us—calm, watching—and wanted to scream at him but didn’t have the breath for it because Zyla had my arm twisted behind my back and was trying to pin my face into the floor with her forearm.I bucked my hips, broke her balance, and flipped us.Now I had her pinned—my knee across her lower back, her arm locked up behind her, my other hand flat on the back of her head keeping her cheek against the floor.Damn she was stron

AIDEN’S POVStudying my enemy was the first thing I always taught myself to do. And I had always done it.The thing about Howard Quinn was that he had always underestimated the cost of what he had done. Not because he was stupid — no, he wasn't. I had never made the mistake of believing he was stupid. But he had spent so long being the most powerful man in his world, with the backing of several allied packs he could call on without notice, that he had lost the ability to imagine what it felt like to be on the other side of him.Powerful men developed that blindness eventually. They stopped being able to see themselves the way their enemies saw them. They saw only what they were to themselves — justified, necessary, righteous, whatever flattering figure they had constructed in the mirror over the years.But it was all lies.No man counted himself the villain. And yet the world was full of them.I wasn't one of the good ones. I had never pretended otherwise. But I was something conside

AIDEN'S POVI have watched a great many hunts in my life, one of which I enjoyed, some I was hunted. Mostly, I have run some of them myself. I have been the quarry in others — in the early years, when being a rogue Alpha meant that every established pack within three territories felt entitled to test whether you could be removed. They all learnt the hard way and never got the chance to use such lesson.You see you learn things about a hunt from both sides. You learn what the hunters are telling each other in the pitch and spacing of their howls.You learn what the quarry is thinking from the direction of their movement, the choices they make at forks in the path, the difference between a person who is running in panic and a person who is running with a destination in mind.The girl definitely had a destination in mind.That was the first thing that struck me as strange.The second was her determination and will to live and survive.Her tenaciousness was way over the top.We had take

The girl refused to give up, she was still moving, she tried fighting back and refusing to be in that situation.I found Maxwell in the chaos on the far bank, tracking his grey form through the undergrowth. He was a known quantity — I had a file on him, of sorts. Not a literal file; I didn't keep paperwork. But the kind of comprehensive mental record you maintained on individuals who were assets to your enemy and therefore potential variables in your planning.Maxwell had been Quinn's head enforcer for eleven years. He had a gift for obedience, which made him useful to Howard, and a gift for cruelty, which made him good at his job.He also had a habit of enjoying the hunt more than the conclusion.Which meant he would play with her first. Which he had done.From that Howl he was going to end it now.Nathan identified the other three when they moved into better light near the water's edge.“Beside Maxwell is Marcus. Daniel. Peter.” He said silently to me.“Who are they? Are they strong