All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Bloodline : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The door opened without a knock.Three figures stepped into the cabin. The first carried a lit torch. Isolde Kane stood in front. Two large males from the pack flanked her, both wearing the dark leather of Kael’s personal guard.Isolde looked around the cabin once, narrow bed, uneven chair, cold hearth, before settling on Sera.“You should have left already,” Isolde said.Sera stayed seated on the edge of the bed, hands flat on her knees, though her heart had begun to slam against her ribs.One of the guards closed the door behind them. The latch clicked into place.Isolde took a single step closer. “Kael gave you a chance to walk away. You sat here instead. That makes this simpler.”The second guard moved to the small table and set a length of rope on it. Torchlight gleamed on the fibers.Sera’s gaze tracked the rope, then returned to Isolde. Cold dread pooled low in her stomach, but she kept her face still. She would not give Isolde that too, not after everything else the night had

Sera picked up the folded document but did not open it right away.Lucian watched her hands without speaking. The vehicle rolled forward along the private road, black stone walls rising on both sides, the estate growing larger ahead.“What happens if I don’t sign,” she said. It was not quite a question.“Then you are a girl with an awakening bloodline and no pack, in a car outside my gates. Blackthorn already knows you are gone. Isolde saw your face change. She will have told Kael that much even if she does not understand what she saw. Others will hear of it by morning. I cannot protect what is not mine to protect. That is not sentiment. It is how the law works.”“And if I sign, I belong to you instead.”“You would have my name. My walls. My guard between you and anyone who comes for you.” A pause. “It is not nothing.”Sera looked down at the document again. Her hands, she noticed distantly, had stopped shaking somewhere in the last hour, not because the fear was gone, but because the

Kael’s voice hung in the dark, calm in a way that made it worse.Sera stood frozen at Lucian’s side, her eyes straining against the blackness for the shape of him. She could hear breathing, more than one set, close to the broken doorway. Somewhere behind them Matteo’s rifle shifted, a small mechanical click that meant a safety coming off. The air in the room still carried the sharp cold left by her power, mixed with the iron scent of blood from the two bodies on the floor.“You are not welcome in this house,” Lucian said. His voice carried none of the urgency from a moment before. If anything it had gone flatter, colder.“I am not asking for welcome,” Kael said. “I am asking for what is mine.”“She signed a contract. She is Voss.”“She is Blackthorn blood before she is anything with your name stamped on it.” A pause, and when Kael spoke again his voice had moved, closer to the doorway now. “Seraphina. Come here.”Sera did not move. Her hands were still slick with blood that was not he

They left before the second dawn, in three vehicles moving in a staggered convoy, Sera in the middle car with Lucian, Enzo driving, Matteo somewhere ahead running lead. Sera had slept only in fragments, and the early hour pressed against her eyes as the convoy pulled through the gates. She pressed her palm against the cool glass of the window and watched the sky lighten by degrees, gray giving way to pale gold at the horizon, the world outside indifferent to everything that had happened inside those walls. The estate shrank behind them, its black stone walls scarred now with scorch marks and broken windows, staff already at work clearing debris from the front lawn. Sera watched it disappear through the rear window until the trees swallowed it entirely. Two days ago she had walked those steps for the first time, dirt still on her knees and rope marks still raw on her wrists, and now she was leaving it already changed into someone who counted vehicles and read maps of enemy ground wit

The warning came at dawn, five days after they had reached the mountain safe house.Enzo burst through the front door still catching his breath, having run the last stretch of trail from the ridge post. “Convoy,” he said. “Blackthorn markings, at least a dozen vehicles, moving up the access road. They will be here within the hour.”Lucian was already moving, pulling weapons from the small armory and calling orders to Matteo through the open door.Sera’s body reacted before her mind had fully caught up, five days of drills taking over where thought would have been too slow. She was already reaching for her boots before Lucian had finished his first order.Outside, she could hear the household waking in a rush, doors opening, quick footsteps on the stairs, the low murmur of orders passed from room to room. It struck her, lacing her boots with hands that barely shook now, how quickly a house full of strangers had become something close to a family, all of them moving together toward the