All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ava's POVI wanted to say no, but honestly, I couldn't think of a single solid reason.I kept telling myself I had to shut down whatever temptation Adrian was throwing at me.Not now. Definitely not now.Thirty minutes later, I still ended up trailing behind him out of the manor gates.A black convertible off-road vehicle waited at the bottom of the steps.Adrian was already in the driver's seat. He'd shrugged off his coat, wearing only that black turtleneck. The fabric pulled tight over the lean, defined lines of his muscles. One hand rested on the steering wheel, the other lowered casually over the door. An expensive mechanical watch clung to his wrist, the ticking loud enough to cut through the quiet air. He looked ridiculously attractive, so much so that I was pretty sure no she-wolf alive could stay immune to an Alpha like him.I drew in a slow breath, opened the door, and climbed into the passenger seat.Adrian stepped on the gas. The engine roared so fiercely it rattled in my c

Ava's POVFaced with the wolf girl's overly eager stunt, Adrian's reaction was ice-cold."Selena. Hands off." His voice dropped low, threaded with pure annoyance. His rough palm clamped around her wrist, peeling her arms off his neck one by one."This isn't some high-school costume party. Try acting like an adult."Selena stumbled, barely steadying herself. Her sharp, predatory gaze snapped straight to me. The hostility was so obvious a blind man could've sensed it."Adrian, and she is...?" Selena scanned me from head to toe, her eyes scraping over my midnight-blue velvet dress with open disdain."Ava Crawford. The lead researcher I introduced to everyone earlier. And the most honored guest in the Bloodmoon Pack." Adrian's tone was so calm it sounded almost clinical.Selena's chest rose and fell rapidly. She lifted her chin, trying to use height to press me down."Oh, so you're that Omega." She dragged out the last word, dripping superiority. "I'm Selena. Adrian and I grew up together

Ava's POV"To hell with the mate bond!" Margaret snapped, not bothering to take back the curse even though a few society ladies nearby almost choked on their champagne."The Moon Goddess is just a forgetful old granny. She probably spaced out and skipped his turn entirely."She patted the back of my hand like she was comforting a frightened child."Adrian's already powerful enough. He doesn't need some fated mate to keep his throne steady or buff his strength. What he needs is someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, someone who can drag that whole lab back from the dead, someone who'd walk into a crowded hall and call those idiots out to their faces."Then she shot me a playful wink."Someone like you."Her words threw me off so hard my brain just short-circuited.Back in the Darkmoon Pack, Elizabeth used to chant bloodline, bond, obedience like some kind of brainwashing mantra. And now standing in front of me was the former Luna herself, openly cursing at the Moon Goddes

Ava's POVMy cheeks burned hot, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might explode, yet under his gaze I found myself obeying like I was possessed. My fingers moved inside myself again, slow and deliberate, making obscene wet sounds as my eyes stayed locked on him.Adrian began to undress, slow and purposeful, like some private ritual meant only for me.He started with his suit jacket, unbuttoning it one button at a time, taking his sweet time. The jacket slid off, revealing the white dress shirt underneath stretched tight across his muscles. He deliberately slowed down even more as he loosened his tie, the silk fabric sliding away from his neck to expose his sexy Adam's apple. Then he undid his shirt buttons one by one, each one revealing more of his firm, tan chest, the defined lines of his abs, and that sexy V-line. When the shirt hung completely open, he let it drape over his shoulders, showing off the deep V shape below.I could barely breathe watching him, my fingers moving

Ava's POVI stood up.My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, sharp and rhythmic, like they were spelling out a warning.I stepped around the chair and walked straight toward Mark.He still had one leg propped up on the table, staring at me with that smug, come-at-me look.I reached out and grabbed his expensive silk tie, catching it cleanly between my fingers. Then I yanked, hard.Mark lost his balance instantly. His upper body slammed against the edge of the conference table. A coffee cup toppled over, brown liquid splashing everywhere, soaking into his white shirt."What the hell are you doing!" he shouted, trying to pull away.I looped the tie around my fingers twice and tightened it, pinning his face against the table surface."Mark," I said, looking down at him from above, calm and cold. "Do you know why your position hasn't moved an inch in the last eight years?"He was choking, clawing clumsily at my wrist."And it's not just your career. You can't even hold down a stable