All Chapters of The Rejected Lunas: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 14 – A Place to Call Home I frown as my gaze focuses on the trees outside, staying close to the window and as far away from the others in the room. Alex sighs in frustration while my father sips his coffee awkwardly. Ira was called for an emergency after my shower, leaving an Acolyte to lead us to her office and wait for her return to discus a good position for my own pack to be built. Amberle, to my amusement, decided to curl up on the sofa to take a nap. You would think a strong Alpha would be more energetic but seeing as only a few years ago she was in my position as a Rogue I actually envy her ability to sleep when ever. “Gem, I just don’t understand why you do not want to go to your father’s pack.” Alex growls out, running a hand through his hair in frustration after a moment of silence causing me to close the book I was reading to glare at him. “You would be safer there and not have to worry about pack duties. There will b

Chapter 16 – Mother "Alpha are you in here?" A voice calls out, the sound distorted and dream like as I float in the moon pool. The silver water shimmers with the light of the full moon above me. It has been over two years since my rejection, two years since founding Silver Crystal Crescent Pack and two years of meeting my mother Lisandra for training in the dream scape. “Quiet, she is going to the dream scape to train with her mother.” Ariven warns as lowly while my eyes close and I let the magic surround me. My eyes open and I find myself gazing down at earth, the sky alight with stars as the galaxy shines above me. I am in the dream scape, a lush garden of moon flowers growing from moon stones surrounding me with the trickle of a small stream sounding from my left. "Gem you're late." The melodic voice of my mother reaches me and I smile as I rush to her arms and hold her tight. For the past two years I have gotten to

Chapter 18 – Meeting the Past The drive to the pack in need of aid is as smooth as can be, only having a delay when at our third hotel the searing pain of my so called mate fucking some she wolf causes me to be immobile for a day. My body felt like knives leaving tiny sliver on my skin as the torture of this feeling had Ariven drugging me and make me sleep for a day and night only to be woken up by the sound of wolves chattering and moving around. “Where are we?” I mumble out drowsily, burying my face in the pillow below me as Ariven’s scent wraps around me. A deep chuckle shakes the pillow I am snuggling into and I quickly realize that it is not a pillow, but Ariven’s body. “Am I comfortable Darling?” Ariven asks, a hand running gently through my hair. “Yes.” I answer, hiding my hot face from his view. Another deep chuckle and gentle hands playing with my hair slowly lulls me back to sleep. “We are in the

Chapter 20 – Following my Paws I run as fast as my four legs can carry me, my fur blowing in the wind as I jump over ditches, fallen trees and streams. I needed to release the remainder of the pent up anger before I can return to helping Hidden Claws. I couldn’t allow my emotions to get the better of me while here. My paws carry me to a familiar path, wading through a stream that quickly becomes a river leading to a familiar waterfall that I have not visited in years. With ease I slip behind the vines and continue down the tunnel until the secret valley where Lizaria and the unicorns used to live. My safe haven away from Hidden Claws. Trotting to the familiar willow tree, I curl into a ball underneath and open the link that can reach through time and space thanks to my mother. [Liz.] I call out, a whimper to my voice. [Yes Little Wolf?] Her voice calms me and I give a small smile, happy to know the Elf can hear me. [The p

Chapter 22 – Sharpening the Hidden Claws As I stand on the side of the familiar outdoors training ground, I watch as wolves pile in, some whispering about my wolves stationed at equal intervals around the grounds, some questioning why I am here when I left the pack nearly three years ago. I just keep a stoic smile on my face, Ariven chuckling as he watches the wolves stretch, each breaking into their own cliques. I spy the Hunters that used to make my life a living night mare, wolves I am itching to destroy in a fight. I spy the trackers that ignored my existence, their excuse always being their job is more important than a “Lowly Omega”. I am neutral towards them as they neither joined in my abuse nor stepped into help me. I spy the Omegas, their malnourished bodies still a site to see, one which I know will change under Lace’s rule with time. Seeing Misbah and Lilly again, their skinny bodies still the same as usual but the two hold their heads high with pride.