All Chapters of DARK OBSESSION FOR THE REJECTED LUNA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

-LYKOAN’S POV-Just by a shift of my thumb, I cracked the two Alpha’s windpipes and flung them to the ground. I instantly blocked out their painful grunts. Served them right.The wild smell of the forest retreated. Death reeked and blood stained the ground like a macabre river.Despite the five unclad Alpha Females that paraded in front of me, lining out horizontally and expecting a life-changing moment. My eyes sift through them to zero in on Nia.Any hopes of her getting out of Zeek’s grip dwindled drastically, since now she was poisoned and paralyzed, whimpering in pain. A deep ache radiated from my chest, sending ripples of anxiety and rage through my veins.Ten minutes. I had limited time to get her an antidote before her organs began damaging, or her recovery period would be agonizingly long and possibly detrimental.It had come to this. Victory demanded pain. Change demanded sacrifice. The truth felt like an anvil of lead down my bowels, blasted by my flames of fury. I clenched

-LYKOAN’S POV-Regret torched me and my soul caught on fire, searing me from the inside out, and I dropped to my knees, trembling. This wasn’t right. My whole world was caving in. Letting out a lamenting breath, I put my hand over the wound and blood seeped through the cracks of my fingers.Nia’s orange eyes were wide, staring into mine with disbelief as she stuttered the words, “T-ell M-om…..I’m s-orry.”“You can tell her yourself. You’re going to be fine,” I said quietly, sniffing hard. Her irises rolled up as her lids fluttered nonstop, and her head leaned away from me. Using one hand, I grasped her chin tenderly, bringing her face to look back at me, pleading, “You have to hold on. You hear me? You can’t leave me.”Hail of gunfire, growls, and howls filled the air with death and sadness, stretching out like a rubber band, getting thinner and thinner by the second, but I couldn't focus on anything except Nia. I couldn't let go of her.Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and my

-LYKOAN’S POV-Instead of showing remorse, Mom sniffed and turned her back to me, bowing her head to hide the reflection of her face in the mirror. She was appealing for my sympathy when she was the damn villain. Her sniveling grated on my nerves.Whenever she wanted me to relent my anger, she manipulated me with tears. Well, not today. Not when Nia’s life was hanging.Every cell that I am composed of wanted to rage, to become a monster she feared, and maybe then she would leave me alone or just tell me what the hell she did. What plans were she concocting and to what end?For I could never forgive her for letting me lose Jessanne. My heart was growing cold towards this woman since, because of her, I might never find happiness in this life. Not to mention, that she also stopped my death ritual.This was another reason why I was afraid to even love Nia. To relive the grief and feel the excruciating pain of losing another mate would kill us. Sultan and I only wanted to enjoy the mate we

-NIA’S POV-Thunderstruck, I began hyperventilating.Shivers sped down my back. My hands trembled uncontrollably, fingers twitching with nervous energy. The unexpected revelation had sent shockwaves through my entire being.I must have blinked a thousand times in this single moment as my mind struggled to reconcile reality with the shock.Jessanne.That name curdled my blood. Have I heard it before?“I don’t understand.” The words I uttered next were shaky and low.“What use would you have for your body if you are dead? I made you resemble Jessanne so that Lykoan would easily accept the mate bond.” Selene’s candor was shooting from both barrels, wounding me in many ways.But that made no sense. “But I was born this way and mated to Dalton at first.”“As I mentioned, eventually you would have met Lykoan and become his mate, too. Dalton would not have objected since he would have strong ties and power to Volkecrest Krowns.”I flushed and held up two fingers. “Two mates?” I pointed the sa

-NIA’S POV-"You’re finally here," I rasped with a small smile, clearing my throat after hearing how foreign I sounded.Lykoan stepped forward, entering the room a little more and shutting the door. My eyes watched him carefully. His dull lilac hues stared skeptically.Using my abdominal muscles, I tried to sit up but was met with searing pain that radiated up my side. The sensation forced a heavy breath and a whimper as I fought against my own body, trying desperately to move.My side stung and sent a deep pain up my side near my ribs every time I inhaled. Yet I was determined to. I winced as I sat up in the bed, anxiously pulling my silk strands over my shoulders, awaiting him.The tension built minute by minute as this scenario corners us. My stomach grumbled, moaning in hunger. Then a heart-pounding silence descended.His lilacs were fixated on my orange orbs. Hurt flashed through his eyes. The outer ends of his eyebrows drooped, and his hands were shaking. He was nervous. Why?"I