All Chapters of THE REJECT HYBRID AND HIS LUNA: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Delilah's POVWe attacked again, but this time it was different. The first attack was minimal, just a warning shot to send a message. We deliberately expose ourselves, make them know that there is a new creature, knowing the cameras would capture our actions and everything. We wanted to shake the news and make the government realize there was a real threat they needed to take seriously.I remember that moment vividly when I bit someone, a human. It was a primal act, fueled by desperation. But then, two days later, something unexpected happened. In a place that only we knew, a location hidden from the world, the very person I had bitten showed up. It was shocking; "how could he have found us?" I kept on asking myself, but I couldn't find the answer. The air was thick with tension as I processed the implications of his arrival. What did he want? Did he come seeking revenge, but he came alone, so it can't be revenge, or could it be that there is something more to the visit?And that wa

Damian's POVThey attacked us, and chaos erupted around us as we sprang into action, adrenaline pumping through our veins. Hade, Cyril, and I, alongside a handful of guards, surged forward, the air thick with tension. Some werewolves joined the fray, their growls mingling with the clash of steel and the shouts of my men. Clinton was right there with us, his face set in grim determination as we faced off against Delilah's forces.As I fought, my eyes darted around, desperately searching for Delilah among the throng of strange creatures that swarmed us. The battle was fierce; I could feel the weight of every swing of my punch, the satisfaction of striking down my foes. Yet, despite my efforts, the numbers felt overwhelming. I took down one creature after another, but more kept pouring in, relentless and unyielding. Doubt began to creep in as I realized I hadn't killed nearly enough.So we kept fighting and fighting, but it felt like we weren't making any real progress against the tide

Damian's POVAs I saw the blood, a surge of fear coursed through me, paralyzing my thoughts. I didn't know what to do, or even say at that moment; dread clawed at my insides. What if something terrible had already happened to her? Maybe they had hurt her, or worse, maybe she had been killed. Those horrifying possibilities looped endlessly in my mind.I bent down to examine the blood splashes more closely. The scent filled my nostrils. Just as I was about to lose myself in despair, something caught my eye, a figure huddled near the other side of the bed. I raised my head, my breath hitching in my throat to see who it was, and there she was. It was Nana. What was she doing here? Was she okay? The questions swirled in my mind as I rushed to her side.Nana was still coughing up blood, each heave of her chest sending a fresh wave of panic through me. She struggled for breath, her face pale and contorted in pain. I wrapped my arms around her in a desperate attempt to provide some comfort.

LEAH'S POV.I looked at Damien, feeling the weight of everything crashing into him at once. "Leah, what are you talking about? Why didn't you say anything if you've known about it?" His voice cracked through the silence, confusion and worry filling his words.I took a breath, my words steady. "Well, I realized it when I got pregnant. Everything changed. My senses—everything heightened. I hear things from a distance, things I shouldn't be able to hear. I see better, things that would normally be hard for me. I move faster, I can do more. It's like I'm... different, Damien. More than I was." I paused, letting that sink in. I wasn't sure how to explain the way my body had transformed, the way my instincts screamed at me to be more than what I ever thought I could be.He stood there, listening, trying to process, but I knew him too well. He needed more. So I continued, my voice soft but clear. "When the doctor dragged you into the parlor, although I came out to hear more clearly, I heard

DAMIAN'S POVI was already on edge when Clinton and I received the call from my scientist. I gave him the task of finding out something that could help us defeat the creatures.His voice was urgent on the other end of the line, and I knew something had changed. It was time to get there, to find out what he had learned.We made our way to his lab, the cold, sterile halls of the building feeling like they were pressing in on me. I barely acknowledged the security as we walked past. They knew us by now. Clinton walked beside me, silent as always, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. He was good like that. Always aware. Always ready.When we reached the lab, the scientist was already waiting, looking more tired than usual. There was a sense of urgency in the air that I couldn't ignore. The moment he saw me, he rushed to speak."Demian, thank you for coming," he said, pulling off his glasses and wiping them with a cloth. "We've made progress."I raised an eyebrow, not likin