Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Luna Return : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

​The grand hall remained deathly silent, the air so thick it felt hard to breathe. At my feet, the parchment announcing my pregnancy lay forgotten, face-down on the polished stone floor.​My gaze never wavered from the woman standing beside my husband.​Seraphina.​The dead woman who had somehow crawled out of her grave.​She was even more beautiful than the bittersweet stories whispered by the pack elders. Long, ebony hair framed a flawless, porcelain face, and her emerald eyes sparkled with absolute confidence. Her lips curved into a tiny, victorious smile—the smile of a woman who knew she had won before I even entered the room.​Kael's arm remained locked around her waist. He didn't tighten his grip, but he didn't let go either. He held her like a prized possession.​My chest tightened until it ached. "Kael..." My voice cracked, the sound painfully small in the vast room. "What is the meaning of this?"​His expression didn't soften. The warmth he usually maintained for the public w

​Seraphina's smile widened, sharp and glittering like broken glass.​"My Alpha," she purred softly, resting a delicate, pale hand against Kael's forearm. "Perhaps... we should hear what she has to say. We wouldn't want anyone thinking we were unfair."​Her sweet, magnanimous tone fooled everyone. To the pack, she looked like a saint. To me, she looked like a predator playing with its food.​Kael looked down at me, his features hard as granite. "You have one minute."​One minute.​Three years of fidelity, three years of sleepless nights managing his territory, three years of unconditional love... reduced to sixty seconds on a executioner's block.​I took a shaky breath, my fingers instinctively curling over my lower abdomen. "I..."​The word died in my throat. This wasn't how I had dreamed of telling him. I had imagined a quiet morning in our chambers. I had imagined the rare, beautiful sight of his stoic face breaking into a smile. I had imagined placing his large, scarred hand over m

Chapter Six: The Rain and the Rogue​I had no memory of how long I walked.​Maybe minutes. Maybe hours.​After the iron gates of the Bloodmoon Pack slammed shut behind me, time seemed to lose all meaning. I only remembered the rain. It fell relentlessly, soaking through my ruined gown until the delicate white silk clung to my skin like a cold shroud. Mud splashed up my legs with every agonizing step, and the raw wound on my collarbone burned beneath the frigid water.​But none of it mattered. I kept walking. Because turning back meant facing the truth: there was nothing behind me anymore.​No home. No husband. No title. No pack.​Nothing.​My fingers tightened around the heavy cloak I had somehow managed to keep hold of—the only thing they had allowed me to leave with.​No, that wasn't entirely true. I still had one thing.​My hand drifted slowly to my stomach.​My baby.​A sob caught in my throat. I stumbled to a halt beneath the crooked branches of an enormous oak tree and leaned he