All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jax's POVAfter saying goodbye to Catherine, he took the kid home first, then headed to see his therapist, Martin."You're ten minutes late, Jax." Martin glanced down at his watch."I went to see her." He dropped onto the couch.Martin picked up his pen, but didn’t write right away. "Catherine?"Jax nodded. "She told me to get lost."His eyes stayed on the glass sitting on the coffee table. "When I left, I heard her smashing things inside. Probably a wine bottle. Or one of the decorations on the wall."Martin shifted in his seat a little."Jax, this is your sixth time here." He laid the pen across his notebook. "The last five times, all you talked about was Catherine. Today, same deal.""We haven’t finished the divorce yet." Jax frowned. "Legally, she’s still my wife. And I’m paying for this because I want to figure out what the hell she’s thinking."Martin looked at him for a few sec

Ava’s POVAfter leaving Crawford Group, she went shopping alone and picked up a few sexy lingerie sets, then got a room in a nearby hotel to change.She’d chosen them on purpose. Black lace, string straps, sheer mesh that barely covered anything, and the wildest one of all: a deep wine-red semi-transparent bodysuit. Two tiny petal-thin pieces covered her nipples in front, and below that it was cut high with an open crotch, leaving only a slim silver chain at the center.She tried them on one by one. In the end, she chose the wine-red one.The second she put it on, the lace brushed over her skin. That faint scratchy sensation made her shiver. The silver chain rested against her most private place, cool and teasing as it slid into every sensitive gap. She took off her regular underwear and kept only that set on, then pulled a normal blouse and skirt over it. Beneath those everyday clothes, every inch of fabric seemed to whisper the same thing: s

Ava’s POVOne of the guards glanced at Adrian Thorne and stopped on the spot.Ava stepped into the mud. Her boots sank into the wet ground with a dull, heavy squelch.She stopped two steps in front of Leo. "That’s enough."Leo snapped his head toward her. His eyes were red as hell, the whites streaked with bloodshot lines."Stay out of it, Ava.""You're already hurt," Ava said, her voice flat and steady. "If you keep going, that broken bone could punch through your lung. You’ll die right here.""That’s my business!" Leo yelled at her, practically shaking. "I don’t need your pity!"He suddenly lunged forward and swung his fist at her face.Too slow.He was only six. No matter how hard he tried, there was only so much strength in that small body.Ava lifted her right hand, caught his wrist, and forced it down.Leo’s knees slammed hard into the mud.He cried ou

Leo's POVToday, I’d gone and picked a fight with that guard in the mud for one reason only: to prove I was strong. I was not some unwanted little wolf cub.Too bad I lost.If this had happened before, someone would’ve been yelling in my face for sure. But today, no one did. Honestly, that made me a little happy. Still, I didn’t dare feel too happy about it.I hopped down from the bed.The second my feet touched the carpet, pain jabbed my ribs again. I pressed a hand to my chest and stood there, waiting for it to fade before finally walking out of the room.This main house was seriously huge.Way, way bigger than the main house back at Darkmoon Pack.The hallway was covered in thick carpet, so soft my steps made zero sound.Portraits hung all along the walls. The people in them wore strange old-fashioned clothes, and their eyes seemed locked on me the whole time. They were all former Alphas of Bloodmoon Pack.I didn’t like them. They all looked mean as hell.I quickened my pace and ma

Ava’s POVAdrian had way too much stamina. They’d been at it until deep into the night, so when Ava finally woke up the next morning, it was already late.She came downstairs in a silk robe. Before she even reached the living room, Margaret’s voice drifted over first."White roses or lily of the valley?"Adrian was sitting on the sofa in a black T-shirt, flipping through what looked like the guest list booklet in his hand. Without even pausing, he said, "Whatever Ava likes."Margaret tapped twice on her tablet, head lowered."And the chairs? How are we decorating them?""Whatever Ava likes," Adrian answered again."The cake? Chocolate or red velvet?""Whatever Ava likes."He still didn’t look up.Margaret finally lifted her head, her expression flat."Great." She set the tablet down on the coffee table with a soft smack. "At this level of participation, we could probably just