All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ava's POVLucas's annoying notification had barely ended when another video request popped right up after it, this one from Damon's private number.The second I accepted, the face on the screen wasn't Damon's fake, punchable one.It was a four-year-old boy.Leo. My adopted son."Ava, when you're not here, I'm really happy. Don't come back, please." Leo's little voice came through the speaker and echoed inside the sealed car. His brows were scrunched tight, his whole face full of rejection.My stomach twisted hard, acid rushing straight up my throat. Four years. More than a thousand days and nights. I had stayed up holding him through fevers, whispered Moon Goddess bedtime stories until dawn, poured in every bit of motherly love I had. And in the end, all that love had grown into a poisoned vine covered in thorns."Give me the phone, Leo. Go play with your puzzle." The screen shook hard, then Sylvia's face shoved into view. Her makeup was flawless, and behind her was the Luna sitting r

Ava's POVAfter we were done, Adrian carried me back to the car.After that, I was so wiped out I fell asleep almost immediately. I woke a few times in the middle of it all, once when he carried me out of the car, once when he took me into the bathroom and helped me wash, and once more when he laid me back in bed. After that, I was out cold.When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.A blade of sunlight slipped through the gap in the heavy blackout curtains and cut across the carpet like a sharp gold line. I turned over, and every bone in my body instantly started protesting, sore to the point it felt criminal.An arm was slung across my waist, pinning me firmly to the mattress. A hot, solid chest pressed against my back. Adrian had his face buried at the nape of my neck, and every warm breath he let out sent a shiver crawling over that patch of skin."Morning, sweetheart." His voice was low and rough, still carrying that lazy, freshly-awake rasp. His lips moved alo

Ava's POVThe next morning, sunlight slipped through the blinds and carved sharp geometric shapes across the carpet. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, quietly looking at my reflection. The midnight-blue silk gown hugged every line of my body perfectly, the fabric catching the light like ripples on dark water. The dress was stunning in a very clean, ruthless way. No extra lace, no flashy decoration, just pure tailoring, sharp enough to feel like pressure.A soft sound came from the door as it turned on its hinges. Adrian was already there, leaning against the frame. He wore a perfectly fitted black three-piece suit, tie neat and crisp. The second his gaze landed on me, the pupils of that top Alpha shrank hard."That dress looks good on you, Ava." His voice came out low and rough, and the cedar scent around him instantly grew stronger, crashing straight into my senses. He crossed the room in a few long strides, then set one broad hand against my bare back. His rough fingertips

Ava's POVCathy froze for half a second, then burst into a laugh so sharp it felt like rusty metal scraping across glass, instantly ruining the atmosphere of the back garden. "So you're that so-called mysterious female heir of the Crawford Pack?" She looked me up and down, and the contempt in her eyes wasn't even trying to hide."And why can't I be?" I shot back, my voice flat and steady. In any negotiation, the first person to raise their voice is the first person to lose ground. That was a rule I'd learned the hard way over years of work."Because you don't even have a wolf spirit!" Cathy stepped closer, her bright red dress whipping in the night wind and exposing calves with absolutely no shape to speak of. "Everyone on the East Coast knows that pathetic heir is a naturally defective Omega. Even if you really are her, the council would kick you out without blinking. A low-level female Omega who can't even shift wants to lead the strongest pack on the East Coast? Come on, don't make

Ava's POVThe sharp crash of shattering glass cut straight through the applause.The Third Elder's wife, that skinny woman in an old-school velvet gown, smashed her crystal glass onto the floor without a hint of hesitation. Champagne splashed across the expensive Persian carpet, spreading into a dark, ugly stain. Cathy stood right beside her, wearing the smug grin of someone who thought she'd won."What a brilliant speaker you are!" the old woman screeched, her voice so sharp it practically pierced the room. She jabbed a finger right at my face and shouted, "But running a pack takes more than pretty speeches. Don't think that just because you've got a nice face and can stand onstage reciting polished nonsense, the whole council will believe that a lowly Omega who can't even shift can lead a powerful pack with a hundred-year legacy!"She dragged out the last few words on purpose, her gaze sliding over the crowd before darting back and forth between me and Adrian, full of poison."So yo