All Chapters of Rejected Luna: He wants me back : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

VERENAI feel lost. What do I say to comfort him? He seems so scared.“You defeated him,” Elijah's voice comes all of a sudden and Ezra shifts his gaze towards him. Elijah looks at him with a serious face. “You are strong, Ezra. You defeated him like it was nothing.”Ezra sniffs, his nose red and his eyes puffy. “I did?”Elijah nods. “Yeah. You saved us. He was trying to hurt us, but you protected us. That’s why we are all safe now. Because of you.”Ezra looks down, blinks a few times as if he’s thinking something, then asks, “Then…I am stronger than him? Strong to protect Mommy?”“Yes. Absolutely. Just like him.” He points at his Buzz Lightyear action figure and Ezra’s eyes light up.“I’m a hero like him?”“Of course you are. You did not know that you are a hero?” Elijah feigns doubt by furrowing his brows. Ezra shakes his head innocently. “Hmm. That’s strange. Well, it's understandable. Heroes don’t know they are heroes and that’s what makes them cool. You are our hero, Ezra.”Ezra l

VERENAMy confusion is overtaken by the loud thumping of my heart as I feel Elijah’s presence beside me, his scent tempting me. Maria serves Elijah’s plate next after Ezra, and Elijah’s brows raise inquisitively when he sees his favorite dishes served on the plate.He looks at me and asks, a playful hint in his eyes, “Does Maria know what I like, or was it pure coincidence?”I shrug, spearing two of the perfectly seared scallops nestled on the bed of creamy grits. “Probably just a coincidence,” I mumble, trying to sound nonchalant despite the heat creeping up my cheeks.His eyes narrow playfully. “Coincidence, huh? Seems a little too on point for a coincidence. Did you, by any chance, mention my breakfast preferences to Maria?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. My heart skips a beat, then hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs. “Were you expecting me to stay?” he teases, his gaze flickering to my face.My cheeks heat up and I take a few truffle fries

VERENA“Thanks for being here for Ezra,” I say, gaining his attention. I watch the water stream down the plate as it cleans it. “As much as I would have liked to try this on my own, I’m glad that you were here.” I look at him, and our eyes meet.“I’m always here. Always will be. Until the end,” he replies in a deep voice, and my heart thumps in my chest.I clutch the edge of the sink and bite my lower lip before asking, “What if…we never get back together? What will you do then?” I don’t know why I asked this, but I am just curious to know.Elijah stares at me, his obsidian eyes unreadable. He looks away, his focus returning to the soapy plate in his hands. “I’ll marry someone else,” he mumbles, his voice rough. “Someone who can run my pack by my side.” The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs and sending a jolt of unexpected pain through my chest. Marry someone else? Run the pack with his wife? The image that flashes through my mind—Elijah, with another

VERENAElijah smiles and ruffles his hair. “I have to go back to my pack.”He pouts, his brows furrowing. “No! Stay. We’ll play all night and you can tell me bedtime stories,” he whines.I sigh. “Sweetie, he has work to do. He’ll come to meet you again soon.” Elijah looks at me, surprise flickering in his eyes. In a way, I told him that he can come here as many times as he wants. I want to tell Ezra right now about Elijah, but he has just recovered from a deadly curse. The information might overwhelm him and I don’t want that. I think Elijah understands that too. He smiles. “Yeah, I’ll come back to meet you. We’ll play together and I’ll tell you a good bedtime story.”“Promise?” Ezra asks.Elijah nods. “Promise.”“Okay. See you later!” Ezra releases his leg and runs up the stairs to play with the twins.Dad strides into the living room, his face etched with seriousness. He stops in front of Elijah, his gaze cool and assessing. A beat of silence stretches between them, thick with un

VERENAThe guttural growl that erupted from my throat. It sounds so primal, so foreign that it sends a jolt of shock through me. My body stiffens, as if recoiling from the noise that escaped me. I didn’t mean to growl, it simply happened. A reaction I do not understand. Elijah’s reaction, however, is far from what I expected. A slow smile spreads across his face, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Looks like you’re getting more in touch with your wolf's instincts,” he says, his voice calm yet laced with pride. My stomach churns, a knot of unease tightening my gut. “I-is this bad?” I ask, a flicker of curiosity battling with my fear. The growl, the raw power it held–it felt both terrifying and exhilarating. Sure, Serena has made me feel a few things that are new to me. I had run through the woods more than I did in my entire life and hunted small animals. Even broke furniture in the house when I shifted. But this? This feels…different. More primal, more connected to what’s