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

“Zyla.” Nathan said, taking a step while Aiden made no move. “Stand down.” He said once more seeing as she ignored him again. “Aiden—” “How could you, I don't care if she is special to you or if she was fucking dying She rounded on him, eyes still blazing. “You MARKED her. You bonded yourself to the enemy, Do you understand what you—do you even—” She stopped. Made a sound that was half growl, half something that might have been close to tears if she’d allowed it anywhere near the surface. “They KILLED them, Aiden. They killed Remy and Sasha and—” “I know who they killed.” His voice was very quiet. “I was there.” Silence. Zyla’s chest was heaving. Her eyes still glowed, still furious, but something in them flickered at that. Because he was right. He’d been there. He’d lost more than anyone. She looked at me. I looked back at her. I didn’t apologize. I didn’t explain. I didn’t look away. I had nothing to do with what my father did. I knew that. And I wasn’t going to plead guil

"Well, karma is a bitch, you know." I had targeted her pride, making her have no choice but to interfere. "Enough, weakling. Display such arrogance again before me and I'll make you regret it in the worst possible way you can imagine." The words didn't come from me. They came from inside me, but it wasn't my voice. It was older, deeper, and terrifyingly filled with threat. The kind of tone that doesn't need volume because it carries weight instead. That was Zara for you. She scared me sometimes too. She was indeed a powerful beast. She spoke once—just that single threat—but she said it the way an Alpha addresses a Beta who has forgotten themselves in front of the pack. Not angry. Not loud. Just absolute power that the weak bows to. The aura she displayed gave birth to the kind of authority that doesn't ask and doesn't negotiate. It simply is. And Zyla's wolf heard it. I felt the exact moment it happened—the change running through the body beneath mine like a current switchi

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

"Wait Aiden tell me why you need the girl, you still haven't —" "Later , Mirabel." I caught her off and she knew I had done that on purpose. "You're insufferable, you know that? Genuinely. World-class. I just want you to—" "Bye" She made a sound that was equal parts exasperation and something more complicated than exasperation. Then the line went quiet. I pocketed the phone and looked at the tree line. I had gotten information that I wanted. The Twins, April and May. The worthless one and the valuable one — as Howard Quinn had arranged the categories. I had known about the twin structure for some time, but what Mirabel had just confirmed was the texture of tonight's deviation. The plan had shifted at the last minute in ways that Quinn had not anticipated. May had married Luke. April had been left exposed in a role she was never supposed to occupy, in a ceremony designed to use her, and now Quinn's men were hunting her through the forest like she was a problem to be deleted rathe

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