All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Arcane Vengeance : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Cassian's POV)Words cannot describe the sheer, blinding rage surging through my chest toward Elder Vane. My claws nearly broke through the skin of my palms as I stared down at the old fool.How dare he speak to Sierra with such wretched condescension? How dare he act as if my mate were a mere ghost haunting the grand halls of my Citadel?Vane’s pale face was frozen in terror, his lips trembling beneath my suffocating Alpha aura. Every other elder at the long table sat stiff, holding their breath as if a single sudden movement would invite my teeth into their throats."Cassian," Sierra’s soft, steady voice cut through the heavy silence like a velvet blade.I felt her small hand gently resting on my forearm. The soft heat of her touch seeped through my heavy leather sleeve, instantly soothing the wild, frantic beast thrashing behind my ribs.I forced myself to pull back, standing straight and slowly drawing in a deep breath to settle my blood.Elder Vane swallowed hard, quickly lookin

(Sierra's POV)Cassian turned on his heel and walked away down the quiet stone hallway. He didn't look back at me, not even once.The heavy iron door at the end of the corridor slammed shut behind him. The loud boom echoed in my ears like a final death knell.I stood frozen in the drafty hall, staring at the empty space where he had been standing seconds ago. My hands trembled violently at my sides, my chest aching with a deep, hollow pain.Liana gently took my arm and guided me away from the hallway. She brought me straight to her quarters, closing the heavy wooden door behind us to lock out the rest of the Citadel.The second the latch clicked, all my composure crumbled into dust.I stumbled toward her canopy bed and fell face flat onto the soft mattress. I buried my face into her velvet pillows, hiding my hot tears as quiet sobs wracked my entire body."Sierra?" Liana called out softly, her footsteps muffled against the plush rug.She sat down on the edge of the mattress beside me.

(Sierra's POV)I stepped back out into the cool, stone corridor, leaving Liana’s quiet quarters behind. Jenna followed half a step behind me, her soft leather slippers padding silently against the polished marble floor.The Citadel was eerily quiet at this hour of the evening. Torches flickered in their iron sconces, casting long, dancing shadows across the high arched walls."My room is just down this hall," I said, breaking the heavy silence between us. I glanced back over my shoulder to give Jenna a reassuring smile."Yes, my Luna," Jenna whispered instantly. Her brown eyes were wide as she looked down at the floor, clutching her apron tightly in her small hands."You don't have to be so nervous around me, Jenna," I said gently, pushing open the heavy oak doors to my private quarters. "And you can just call me Sierra when it is only the two of us."Jenna gasped softly, her mouth dropping open in genuine shock as she stepped past the threshold. "Oh, no, I couldn't possibly do that!

(Cassian's POV)The heavy iron doors were locked, and the war room was completely silent. The only sound left was the faint crackle of dying candles and the sound of our heavy breathing.Sierra sat still on the elevated wooden throne. Her small, pale fingers gripped the hand-carved oak armrests tight. In the dim light, sitting on the dark Luna’s chair, she looked breathtaking.I stepped closer until the toes of my boots touched the hem of her dark dress."Cassian," she whispered, looking up at me. "What are you doing?""Looking at you," I said softly. I placed my hands flat on the high back of her throne, trapping her completely in my shadow. "Taking this in.""Taking what in?""You, sitting where you belong," I replied, my voice dropping low and rough. "I have fought endless battles inside this citadel, Sierra. I have sat in that chair opposite yours for years. I listened to old men speak of duty, power, and empty rules. But I have never seen this room look right until tonight."A so

(Sierra's POV)Morning sunlight poured through the high arch windows of our chamber, painting the dark stone walls in shades of warm gold. The Citadel was usually cold and silent at this hour, but today felt completely different. It felt light.I lay in the center of the massive bed, resting my head against Cassian’s bare chest. His steady heart beat rhythmically against my ear, a deep, grounding sound that silenced every lingering nightmare in my head."You are quiet," he whispered, his large hand slowly tracing a line down my spine. His silver eyes looked down at me, soft and filled with a warmth he rarely showed the rest of the world."I am just taking this in," I admitted, looking up into his face. "No maps spread across the bed. No warriors waiting outside the door. Just us.""Just us," Cassian agreed softly, leaning down to press a warm kiss to my forehead. His thumb gently rubbed my cheek. "Are you still sure about this, Sierra? If you want a grand ceremony with the whole pack