All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ava's POVI was mapping out my next move when my phone suddenly rang. Damon's name flashed on the screen, those letters slithering like some toxic little reptile straight into my eyes. I leaned back, staring at the caller ID for a full five seconds while the ringtone bounced around the car with this annoying, almost nauseating urgency.I hit the Bluetooth answer button."Ava!" Damon's voice blasted through the speakers, sharp, ragged, soaked in that damp East Coast gloom. "Get back to the Darkmoon Manor. Now. If you're not in my office by sunset, I swear I'll drag you out of the Bloodmoon territory myself!"The roar made my eardrums throb. I lowered the AC temperature two degrees, letting the cold air sweep across my face."Damon." I shifted my posture, tapping a finger lightly on the leather steering wheel. "Do me a favor and read the cooperation contract you signed yesterday, specifically, the addendum under Clause Fourteen. Bloodmoon's initial funds have already hit Darkmoon's acco

Sylvia's POVThe termination notice from the Blackwood Pack was lying right there on my mahogany desk. Black letters on white paper, and somehow it still managed to glare at me like the nastiest curse imaginable. Staring at those endless legal lines made my stomach churn. The office, Ava's old office, was huge and full of light, but breathing in here felt suffocating. And the piles of genetic charts and mutation-serum data scattered across the table? Just glancing at them made my temples throb.I only smashed a few useless glass dishes and fired a couple of Omega brats who couldn't keep their mouths shut. And Garrett, that northern brute, thought he had the right to throw a tantrum about it? Seriously? Do these people not get it? I'm the mistress of the Darkmoon Pack now, not that defective Omega who couldn't even awaken her wolf spirit.The internal line suddenly rang. The sharp tone bounced around the empty room, stabbing right into my ears. I picked up the receiver, and my assistan

Adrian's POVThe sunset bled through the bulletproof glass, glazing the car interior with this sickly orange glow. I had the Rover parked right across from the Crawford Group headquarters, hands resting on the leather steering wheel, eyes locked on that endlessly spinning glass door.I'd cut today's Bloodmoon Pack eastern border patrol meeting down to half its usual time. Those old wolves were still yammering around the long table about expansion budgets, but my head was full of only one thing, one woman, in a charcoal-gray suit.I lowered the window halfway and lit a Cuban cigar. Smoke curled lazily in the cramped space. Memories rushed in, sharp and uninvited, her warmth, her skin, the dampness of her underwear, that sweet, maddening scent...I'll admit it: my desire for Ava is nothing short of feral. As the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, I'm used to being in total control, used to forcing obedience with nothing but pressure and presence. But around Ava? My so-called self-control crum

Ava's POVThe one-eyed leader's rough fingers clamped around my jaw, grinding bone against bone. His breath, thick with rot and something sour, smashed right into my nose. My stomach twisted so hard it felt like it might crawl out of me."Let go," I snarled, trying to twist away.Before I could move, another calloused hand snaked from behind. A filthy rag, soaked with engine oil and old sweat, was yanked across my mouth. The coarse fabric scraped my lips, carrying a metallic, disgusting tang.Pulled tight. Knotted.The disgusting rag didn't just silence me. It cut off any chance of shouting for help. The fabric dug so hard into the corners of my mouth it felt like it was slicing into raw flesh. With my mouth sealed, I had no choice but to breathe through my nose, dragging in the stench that clung to the room like a curse. Sweat, cheap booze, and that feral, unrestrained pheromone stink that only stray werewolves had, the kind that burned like acid because they had no partner to soothe

Ava's POVWhen I woke the next morning, sunlight was already slipping through the gap in the curtains. I lay in a big, soft bed, tucked under a clean blanket.Then the memories hit me all at once. What happened last night replayed in my head frame by frame, and my cheeks went hot in seconds. Adrian had gone down on me... oh God. Even thinking about it now made my whole body heat up.Right then, the bedroom door opened, and Adrian walked in carrying a tray.He had changed into a black casual workout set. His hair was still a little damp, like he had just finished his morning training. Damn it. His hair was messy, but he still looked like some perfect Italian sculpture. Ridiculously sexy. Devastatingly charming."Awake?" He set the tray on the nightstand. There was a glass of milk, a few slices of toast, and a small bottle of medicine on it. "How are you feeling?""I..." I parted my lips, but the second I remembered Adrian's tongue circling and teasing my body, my face flared red again.