All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damon's POVI had planned to spend the entire evening with Ava, just the two of us, but she had told me to leave. When she said it, well... I was an Alpha. I had my pride. I wasn't the kind of man who forced someone to stay with me.But something about her felt strange. Very strange.Ever since what happened in the office, everything about her had seemed... wrong. I answered Sylvia's call because her car had broken down on the road and Leo was crying beside her, calling for his father. Normally, Ava would wait quietly for me. She might sit on the sofa, or gently remind me not to come home too late.This time, the moment I ended the call, she was already gone. She walked straight out. No waiting, no gentle smile, not even a "don't come home too late." Nothing.And that was only the beginning. Later, when I brought Sylvia and Leo home, Ava's usual warm smile wasn't waiting for us. The fireplace was blazing, and the sharp smell of burned paper filled the room. She stood there without expr

Ava's POV"What did you just say?" Damon's expression changed instantly. Shock flashed in his eyes, along with a trace of panic he clearly didn't want me to see. "Resign? Ava, do you hear what you're saying?""I hear myself perfectly well." I looked straight at him. "I'm tired, Damon. I'm tired of never being able to please anyone. Today I stayed at the office for an urgent task instead of going shopping with your mother, and you called to question me about it. It really hurt me."I kept my eyes on him. "To your family, I'm useless. But at the company, I'm the one holding everything together. Is that fair?""Of course it isn't. Who said you're useless?" Damon shot back.He stepped toward me and grabbed my shoulders. "I'll make them shut up." He stared at me anxiously."Ava, listen to me. This project is critical for us. You're the only one who can keep it going. You can't quit now.""What about your mother and Sylvia?" My voice went cold.Damon swallowed and took a breath, as if prepar

Ava's POVThe next morning, I got up earlier than usual.Adrian had booked a styling team for me, and I planned to grab something simple to eat in the restaurant before heading out. I definitely didn't expect to run into Sylvia right at the staircase, already dressed to kill.She was wrapped in a brand-new gown, champagne satin glowing softly under the morning light. The tailored fit hugged every curve she loved showing off. You could tell she was thoroughly pleased with her battle gear.The moment she saw me, that smug, "I win" smile popped up instantly."Good morning, Ava." She did a dramatic spin, clearly for my benefit. "Well? Gorgeous, right? Damon picked this out just for me. He said only this color is worthy of me."I almost snorted. Damon? The man who couldn't remember which drawer his socks were in suddenly had refined opinions on evening gowns?"Damon also said I should stay by his side tonight. We'll be meeting some very important people." She lifted her chin like she was a

Ava's POVI clenched my fists before I even realized it, my nails digging hard into my palm. I didn't yell or make a scene. Instead, I pushed through the crowd, step by step, heading straight for the woman wrapped in everyone's admiration like she owned the whole place."Hi." I stopped in front of her, meeting her eyes, curious, but with that tiny bit of condescension that made my skin crawl. "Mind telling me if you're really the heir of the Crawford Pack?"The chatter around us died on the spot, like someone had just hit mute. Every pair of eyes swung toward us.The woman calling herself Bella clearly had no idea who I was. She scanned me from head to toe, then lifted her chin in that snobbish way people do when they think they're untouchable. "Of course."Vivian snorted, loud enough for half the room to hear. She looked at me like I'd just asked the dumbest question on earth. "Where did this stray Omega crawl out from? And you think you can question Bella's identity? Seriously, who

Ava's POVJust when I was at my absolute worst, he showed up.The doors of the banquet hall swung open, pushed from the outside by two guards in black. A tall, lean figure stepped in against the light, every movement slow as if accompanied by its own solo.In that second, the whole room went dead silent. It was like someone hit the mute button. I could practically hear people sucking in sharp breaths, and every single gaze snapped toward the man walking in, like iron filings pulled to a magnet.Adrian Thorne.He wore nothing but a simple black suit, no fancy accessories, no flashy anything. Yet that natural, top-tier Alpha aura of his spread out the moment he crossed the threshold, an invisible net tightening around the entire hall. His looks were almost unreal, too sharp, too perfect. Deep-cut features, cool angles, and those signature blue eyes, cold and distant like some far-north glacier, but with a pull you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.The second he appeared, every othe