All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Return: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Breakfast. I didn't know when it happened but I was beginning to dread it. Every single morning Crystal or Agartha knocked on my door to tell me that dinner was ready, I searched my mind. Looking for a lie to tell so that I could skip this time of the day. Nia walked before me as we headed to the dining hall. After the most likely scary conversation we just had, she looked calm enough I had to applaud her for that. As soon as we entered the hall all eyes were on us. Everyone was seated and waiting for us. I sighed inwardly, waiting for the sassy words and the chastening and all, I knew that was going to happen. All bets better come at that moment, I would win. I refused to look at Arthur, even though I could feel his eyes on me. Last night was too complicated and not great at all, the last thing I wanted was us staring at each other for long moments with awkward flying around in the air like a disease. This was no Bollywood movie and I did not need th

NIA'S POV While Silas sat there, staring at me. Waiting for the answer that I was not even sure I could give. I sighed as thoughts raced through my mind. Ugly, nasty, wounding thoughts. What if the girl just wanted to set that up so that I could meet her mother and get beaten for snatching her daddy away? Which I didn't, he chose to come here and train the packs under the lycan king. Another thought; What if her mother knows the king and recognizes me as his wife? It was such an ugly thought. And I knew I wouldn't like the outcome. I turned to Silas and caught him watching me carefully. I placed a very plastic smile on my face to keep him from asking if I was fine or not. Of course, I was not. How does one say no in this kind of situation, because he wanted me to think about it? I, on the other hand, know that there is nothing to think about. A big, fat no was already at the tip of my tongue,

ANDREW'S POVI needed a drink with a buddy and I had only one buddy in this palace. Arthur. Things were Ursula was going great and my love and need for her only free daily, but some days I couldn't help but feel the strain of guilt grabbing unto my neck like a blue ant. Some days the guilt hit me with no remorse making me question the kind of friend I was. Proclaiming my love and loyalty to my friend and king and falling in love with his wife behind his back. I walked fast, now eager to find him. As I was about to make a turn to the dining hall, I caught him and Elsa staring at each other. A big dopey grin on their faces. I stood there for a short while to behold. It was something great they had there. Whenever I remembered that he was not romantically available for anyone else but Elsa, it made the guilt fade away. Bit by bit. Then only to be rejuvenated again, it was a circle. I cleared my airway making their attention snatched from each other however hard that was. Arthur whispered

ARTHUR'S POV "In regards to what?" Andrew asked after a few seconds that felt like hours. "The fact that he cannot visit that dining table without smiling at Elsa is telling and it's getting on my nerves. I am beginning to be angry about it all." "If you don't want him there, all you have to say is that you don't want him there." "It is not that easy, I don't want to come off as desperate and eager to everyone and especially not her. Call it childishness." "You know Elsa should know that you are just a human being like her, you're entitled to your feelings. Your feelings are also yours which makes them valid."  

ELSA'S POV I guess meeting up with Elton was not such a bad idea after all, we all knew, I and Nia anyway, that it was best I dragged things out with him and then to let Arthur do it. As someone I considered a friend, I considered that as going extreme. A bit. As I made my way to the Conbraid's quarters I sighted him in the garden. Why was he always in that garden? I cornered and made my way to the garden, trying as much as possible to keep the stiff smile on my face. He raised his head and as soon as he saw me the smile that appeared on his face was as though he had just seen fresh daises bloom in a garden. That was bad. "Hey... How are you doing?" He asked, shaking his head happily at me. "Great, great. How are you doing?"