All Chapters of Reclaiming The Rejected Luna’s Heart: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Wendy's POVHe didn't waste time. "Wendy," he started, his voice low and serious. "The Shadow Fangs Pack has had a lot of problems lately.""Problems?" I repeated, acting like I didn't know. I knew exactly what he meant. The group was still dealing with George's quick, harsh grab for power and the trouble that followed."Yes, Wendy. More guards, tighter security, fights on our borders," he said, looking straight at her. "I think a lot of these problems are because we don't have a Luna."I crossed my arms, trying to figure out what he meant. "Yes?" I said, keeping my voice calm. Where was he going with this? Was he saying it was my fault the pack was in trouble?He sighed, a tired sound that said a lot about how old he was and how much he had to deal with. "A pack needs a Luna, Wendy. A leader, a symbol of being together and being strong. Someone to help and calm the problems.""And?" I asked, getting annoyed. "How does this affect me?""When a pack has a Luna, there's a better chance

George's POV“They have revealed their intentions, Edward,” George said, coolly angry; not something he had to fake; something barely held in check. The heavy boots he wore clicked a perilous rhythm against the polished stone floor as he paced the length of his office. “The Moonlight Pack has war on the brain. Fine. Let them have it."Beta Edward, a man as unmoving and steadfast as the mountains that surrounded their territory, shifted his weight uncomfortably. “Your Highness, if I may speak freely, is war really the best path forward right now? And we have just discovered Rosina’s plots and the pack is still repairing..."George paused his pacing, his stormy sea-colored eyes snapping to Edward. “Know your place, Edward,” he said with a dangerously low voice. "I am Alpha King. I make the decisions. You counsel, but you do not question my judgment. Criminals have hidden with the Moonlight Pack who have wronged MY pack, murdered MY people. When I ask for justice, they spit in my face. W

Wendy's POV“Stay.” I blurted out the word hanging in the air like a poorly aimed arrow. Even I was surprised. George – His Highness George – stood frozen halfway out the ruined doorway. The command so unexpected seemed to have knocked him off balance.He turned slowly a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Stay? Here?”I swallowed the initial impulse wavering. “Just... until the door is fixed. It's almost dawn. I... I just don't want to be alone with a gaping hole in my security.” The excuse sounded lame even to my own ears. But the truth the underlying vulnerability that had driven me to speak was something I couldn't voice. Not yet. Maybe not ever.George hesitated glancing back at the warriors still milling about outside. “I have responsibilities Wendy.”“I know you do Your Highness.” I said using the formal title I hadn't uttered in years. It felt foreign distancing. “But surely your pack can survive a few more hours without you breathing down their necks. Think of it as

George's POVAs I walked away from Wendy's porch, I felt a weird lightness in my chest, a feeling I hadn't had in years. Maybe... maybe she wasn't totally shutting me out. The pullI saw a glimmer of something in her eyes, which gave me hope. One day, I knew it, Wendy would give me another chance. And when that day came, I'd be ready. Ready to show I deserved her love, no matter what.The drive back home was a blur. I couldn't stop thinking about Wendy and our potential future together. I sped up, wanting to get back and handle the problems with my pack. Rosina, Sirius, and the danger of war seemed far away, less important than my strong wish to win Wendy back.Back at the pack house, I walked through the familiar halls, the quiet talk of guards and servants fading into the background. I reached my office and said, “Bring Brittany to me.”The order was followed right away. Within minutes, my office doors opened, and Brittany was brought in. Her face showed a lot of hidden anger.“Your

George's POVI was running. The ground under my feet was bright green, and the air felt fresh and clean in my lungs. In the distance, I saw her. Wendy. Her dark hair streamed behind her like a raven's wing, and the sunlight made her skin shine, giving her a glow. I felt a wave of happiness, a strong desire to hold her again. I sped up, eager to reach her, to feel her warmth next to me.“Wendy!” I shouted, my voice rough with feeling, hoping she would turn and see me.She paused, tilting her head, like she heard me. I got excited and tried harder, my legs aching from the effort. This was it. I was going to catch up to her. We were going to be together.But then, the earth groaned.A sharp crack split the ground between us, growing wider very fast. The green field was replaced by a huge hole, a big gap that cut off our connection.“Wendy!” I yelled, but the chasm's silence took my voice. “No!”She jumped back, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She stretched out a hand toward me, he