All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ava’s POVThey made it to the shopping district. Every display window was packed with skimpy outfits, the kind with barely any fabric and zero shame. Ava stepped into one of the stores and picked out the boldest pieces she could find. The salesgirl lit up right away and happily led her into a fitting room.She changed into a black lace-up tube top and a leather mini so short it practically brushed the top of her thighs. Staring at herself in the mirror, she pulled out lipstick and shadow and gave herself a heavy smoky-eye look. The dark shadow sharpened her gaze, made her eyes look fierce, almost predatory. The red lipstick, loud and unapologetic, carried a wild edge that had nothing to do with the polished image of the Crawford family.She pushed open the fitting room door. Adrian was sitting on the sofa, head lowered over his phone. Hearing the sound, he looked up.His eyes stayed on her for a full five seconds. His throat bobbed once."Well?" she asked. "Do I look good?""Dangerous

Ava’s POVBack at the hotel, Ava peeled off the black leather skirt and tube top, then headed straight into the bathroom. She turned on the shower. Warm water, around forty degrees, streamed over her skin. She shut her eyes. She could still hear the wind from the streets of Los Angeles rushing past her ears. She had run fast, heels smacking against the asphalt. Adrian had been holding her hand. The two of them had sprinted down human streets like maniacs. They hadn’t shifted into wolves. They had run for their lives over a wallet worth a few hundred dollars.It felt weirdly thrilling. Back in the Crawford Pack on the East Coast, or even in the Bloodmoon Pack on the West Coast, nobody would dare point a gun at an Alpha. But today, that had happened. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. Her smoky makeup had smeared under the water. Black shadow trailed down her cheeks in thin streaks. She grabbed a towel and wiped the water off her face. Her heartbeat was still fast,

Ava’s POVOswald pulled the car into the underground garage beneath Los Angeles City Hall. Then Ava and Adrian took the private elevator straight to the top floor.The elevator doors slid open. A blonde woman was standing behind a huge desk, dressed in a sharp red suit that fit her perfectly.The mayor of Los Angeles. Forty years old. Impeccably maintained.She looked up from the papers in front of her. Her gaze passed over Adrian’s face, then slowly dropped and stopped at his black leather pants.“Wow,” she said, clearly amused. “Someone posted that video of you two running around online. It blew up. People were losing it, saying you’re both hotter than movie stars.”She stepped out from behind the desk and walked over to them.“Those leather pants are kind of insane,” she said, looking Adrian up and down without even trying to hide it. “This is so not your usual vibe. What happened to the West Coast alpha who lived in custom suits and acted like a grumpy little Puritan?”Then she tu

Ava’s POVAdrian headed for the cold drink stand, and Ava’s eyes followed him without meaning to. His back was broad, his build ridiculous in the best way, the kind where even a simple shirt couldn’t hide the hard lines of muscle underneath. Sexy was honestly putting it mildly. As he walked across the beach, plenty of human eyes turned with him.She looked away.She opened her canvas bag and pulled out her phone.The screen was already lit. Three unread messages.From Serena.Ava tapped the chat open.The first photo loaded.It was the main gate of Darkmoon Manor. The stone pillars had been repainted. The old wrought-iron gate was gone, replaced by solid bronze. Right in the center hung a brand-new pack crest. That spot mattered. A lot. Usually, only the Luna had the authority to change something like that. Serena was making it crystal clear what kind of power she held now.The second photo came up next.Damon and Serena were standing in the renovated main hall, with Leo between them.

Ava’s POVAva leaned back against the hotel headboard, phone pressed to her ear. The screen cast a cold glow through the dim room, bright enough to cut the shadows. Linda was on the other end."Lucas hasn’t made any moves lately," Linda reported. In the background, there was the light clink of glass test tubes tapping together. "And people at Crawford Group have started being way nicer to me. What you said at the banquet definitely landed. They all know now—you’re the real heir."Ava stared up at the ceiling."They saw the numbers going up. I came into the human world not just to take a break, but to find new income channels. Crawford Pack relies way too much on old-school territory profits. We need money flowing in from the human market.""So how does Los Angeles feel?" Linda switched gears. "I keep hearing human life is super colorful. But honestly, I’m curious how they even live. No pack rules, no rank pressure.""Loud," Ava said flatly. "Too many humans. They keep order with money