All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Ava’s POVAdrian turned and headed for the door. He pulled it open, stepped out, and a second later, it shut behind him.Ava stayed where she was and took out her phone.She needed to call Linda and have her tap into the Crawford Group’s information network.The screen lit up.An incoming call.Rebecca.Ava answered and said flatly, "What is it?""Ava." Rebecca skipped the small talk.Of course she did. She had never wasted energy pretending she liked her own daughter."It’s about your wedding. I’ve already put together a full plan."Ava walked over to the sofa and sat down, one leg crossing over the other. "Wow. How thoughtful."Rebecca either didn’t catch the sarcasm—or she did, and simply didn’t care."The heir to the Crawford Group marrying the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack cannot have some random lawn wedding. I’ve already contacted th

Selena’s POVSelena sat in a private room at the Howling Hounds Club.The leather sofa was ridiculously soft. The AC was blasting so cold it made the room feel sterile. Three dry martinis sat on the table. Next to them was a plate of caviar no one had even touched.She stared at her phone screen. The private investigator had just sent over a fresh batch of photos.She had paid him fifty thousand dollars. One job only: keep Ava Crawford under surveillance twenty-four seven. Dig up dirt. Ruin her. Strip her reputation down to nothing."Look at this." She slid the phone to the center of the table.Vivian and Bella leaned in at once. Their perfumes clashed in the air, sweet and sharp, almost headache-inducing.The woman in the photos was Ava.About an hour earlier, she had been spotted on a street near Sinai Mountain Hospital in the Neutral Zone.She was wearing an absurdly oversized gray hoodie, the hem almost swallow

Ava’s POVFive days.In just five days, the whole internet had flipped on her.Ava tossed the tablet onto the desk. The screen was still glowing. At the top was a pinned post on the werewolf community forum. The title sat there in bold black letters, harsh and ugly:Bloodmoon Pack does not need a genetically flawed Luna.The post was blowing up. Hundreds of thousands of comments were stacked underneath it.A few days ago, people had still been picking apart the gray hoodie she wore. Now they were analyzing her bone density, her muscle mass, even placing bets on how many seconds she’d last if enemies stormed the pack.A few representatives from the affiliated packs had started speaking out too. They were demanding that Bloodmoon Pack reconsider its choice of marriage candidate. In their eyes, she wasn’t a future Luna. She was a liability.Ava leaned back in her chair. Acid burned at the base of her throat, sour

Ava’s POVShe walked out of the underground training room.Hot water ran over her sore muscles, but it didn’t really help. The ache from slamming onto the mat was still stuck in her back like a bruise that refused to fade. She changed into an oversized cotton lounge set and headed back to the master bedroom.She flipped open her laptop. The glare from the screen hit her eyes so hard it almost made them sting.In the search bar, she typed a few phrases: “how to gain strength fast,” “explosive power without a wolf spirit,” “black market enhancers.”She hit Enter. The pages began to load.She needed a plan. She had two days. That was it.Normal weight training and combat drills took months, sometimes years, to build real muscle memory. She didn’t have that kind of time. No way. She needed a shortcut. She pulled up her medical report and scanned it again. Her bone density was thirty pe

Ava’s POVAdrian stood by the table, looking at her. Then he said he was sorry.She looked right back at him. A top Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. A man used to giving orders, used to crushing problems head-on with pure force. He was the kind of man who never had to bow his head to anyone. And yet right now, he was apologizing to her."What did you just say?" she asked on purpose.Adrian stayed where he was, both hands in his pockets. For once, he looked a little awkward, like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself."I said I’m sorry," Adrian repeated, voice low and steady. "I shouldn’t have made the choice for you. I shouldn’t have stepped into your plan."She kept staring at him."I accept your apology," she said at last.Adrian walked over and stopped in front of her."You found a way." His gaze dropped to the notebook on the desk."Yeah," she answered. "I found four weak points. If I use them the right way, I can take away an adult werewolf’s ability to move."Adrian looked at