All Chapters of Rejected Luna: He wants me back : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

VERENAI start to respond to Carlisle, but a tingling sensation erupts through my body, spreading like wildfire through my veins. The bouquet falls from my shaking hand. "I-I think it's happening," I gasp, my voice tight with anticipation.Heat pulses beneath my skin, making me sweat. It's not midnight yet, but I guess the wolf inside is ready to come out.Carlisle's voice cuts through the tension, "Rayn, she's shifting!"The hall falls silent. Dad rushes to us with Ezra. His calm voice reaches me. "You need to head to the courtyard. Now!""I'll take her!" Carlisle suggests.Dad shakes his head. "No. A celestial wolf goes through the process alone. It's our ritual.""Fine." I can feel the disappointment in his voice."Take care of Ezra. Make sure he doesn't stay close to the courtyard when I'm shifting," I tell Dad. I won't have any control over the process, and Ezra might get hurt if he stays close."Don't worry. Now go!" Dad yells."All the best, Mommy!" Ezra cheers from behind.I wa

ELIJAH"Carlisle handled Nixie?" My voice is laced with confusion. "When?"Rena looks at me, her confidence unwavering."Is that what he told you?" I ask. That bastard. He lied.Rena frowns. "Doesn't matter what he told me." She sighs, looking down. "Why am I even wasting my time talking to you?" she mumbles, turning to leave. “Goodbye, Alpha Elijah.” I grab her wrist. "Rena, wait. There's something I need to talk to you about."Her back stiffens, and she slowly looks back. Her long hair cascades down my jacket, her floral scent making me hard. I fight the urge to pull her close and kiss her senseless. After motherhood, she's gotten sexier. "Let go," she says sternly. I realize I'm still holding her wrist. I reluctantly release it, watching her turn fully towards me. Her green eyes, hidden under those long lashes, blaze with rage. "I don't have time for this, Alpha Elijah." Her voice is calm, despite the fire in her eyes. "I have a pack to run."The corner of my mouth lifts. "I know.

ELIJAHMy fingers trace the jagged scar above my left eye, a constant reminder of the price I paid for the cure. When I demanded an extra cure, the witch demanded a favor in exchange. The thought of what Rena would have to go through if Rayn died made me accept her demand. The cure had a substance in it that made Rolf stronger than before, so I was confident I could handle anything.For three years, I ran errands for her. The cure was hard to obtain, so the price was heavy. It was like selling my soul to the devil.Her errands weren't simple. I had to face the Ashwalkers. They wouldn't die, no matter what you did.Fear prickles my skin as the memory resurfaces. The fight was brutal, two of them against me. I won, but only barely. They are dangerous creatures.That's why I warned Rena. The witch had said there were more, and they would soon attack all werewolves.Fulfilling the contract meant staying in the hills with the witch, away from everything. On top of that, I had my pack to run

VERENAEzra bounces on his toes, his tiny hand clutched tightly in mine. "Mommy, carousel!" he exclaims, pointing excitedly at the brightly painted horses circling on the left."Let's go!" I reply, leading him towards the ride. The Moonstone Fair bustles with activity. Colorful awnings stretch across the open sky, families wander by with shopping bags in hand, and the air is thick with the delicious smells of popcorn, waffles, and fresh pastries.Ezra throws me a hopeful look. "You ride with me?"I give him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sweetie, the carousel is just for kids." His lower lip wobbles into a pout. "But hey," I add quickly, "Mommy will take pictures from here. You can show them to Grandpa, right?"His face lights up. "Yeah! And I'll wear my star glasses!" He pops on the bright red, star-shaped glasses we just bought from a nearby booth.I watch as Ezra climbs onto a majestic-looking horse. Maria chuckles beside me. "He's such a happy kid. One minute he's acting all grown-up

VERENAElijah curses under his breath as if he said something he should not have.My worry spikes. “What happened to you, Elijah?” I ask.He hesitates, then pulls off his overcoat and rolls his shirt sleeves. Faint black burn marks appear on his forearm. They are subtle, almost faded under the afternoon light, but I recognize them instantly.My breath catches in my throat. “Those…” My voice is barely above a whisper. “You were poisoned?” It's more like a confirmation than a question. The black marks are a sign that he was poisoned by the same toxin that affected Dad’s wolf.Elijah fixes his sleeve and sighs. “I was poisoned by Nixie that day. I would have endured it better if not for the war I had with Theon. My body was already weak, so the effect of the poison was strong.” He turns his head and looks into the space, his eyes wandering into the distance.My chest tightens at his words. If he faced a war, then his body wouldn’t have stood a chance against that deadly poison. I remembe