All Chapters of Reclaiming The Rejected Luna’s Heart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22 Brittany's POV The visage that had tormented me for six years was before me. It had inhabited my nightmares and infiltrated my conscious thoughts, propelling me to the brink of sanity. My breath caught in my throat, prompting me to take a hesitant step backward. No, it cannot be her. It must not be her. This has to be an illusion, an absurd impersonation. It simply has to be. I felt a tremor run through me as I sat, beads of sweat streaming down my forehead. I wiped them away with my hands, my breathing becoming increasingly irregular. How could Wendy possibly be alive? She could not be the notorious Whitney Decodes. There is no conceivable way that is true. While I recall Wendy's fondness for technology, who would have imagined that she had either perished or vanished, only to emerge as the most sought-after hacker? I observed the Alphas in the room, and all reflected a singular expression of admiration as if she were an invaluable treasure. At this moment, i

Chapter 24Wendy's POV"I would like to clarify my position," I remarked, advancing to the center of the hall. "I am present as a collaborator—not as an object of ownership. I intend to share my skills, intellect, and resources with those who recognize that true strength lies in partnerships rather than in possession."I observed the expressions of the Alphas; some appeared unsettled by my statement, while others seemed somewhat satisfied. Out of the corner of my eye, I noted George, who continued to focus his gaze on me."That is an improvement, at least," Zane, the Alpha beside me, commented after Brittany departed in haste.Six of the Alphas agreed while the remainder appeared to struggle with accepting my decision.I reclined in my seat, maintaining my watchful gaze on them."It is either this arrangement or I will seek to apply my expertise elsewhere," I stated, prompting all the Alphas to raise their heads to regard me."I am confident that Alphas from the other city would be ea

Ch 26George's POV. The moment Wendy or Whitney stepped into this space, I felt a shift within myself. She is alive and well, which alleviates one concern: I am not losing my sanity by still sensing our connection. As she spent more time near me, our bond intensified. Initially, I found it hard to accept that she was indeed Wendy; it seemed plausible that everyone has a doppelgänger somewhere. However, her treatment of Rosina and Brittany made it clear. Although I did not recognize it at the time, I have come to understand that her previous grievances toward them indicated deep-seated resentment. She was once a powerless Omega unable to act, but now, she possesses greater strength and intellect. Given her interactions with Jacob and Rosina, I find myself reconsidering her presence in my life. I believe she harbors animosity towards me, and provoking her could be detrimental, particularly until I can rectify our relationship. My feelings for her remain as strong as they were during o

28George's POV"I will see you later," Vincent mentioned as he entered his vehicle. I nodded in acknowledgment, observing him as he drove away. Once again, I found myself alone. "Hello!" I heard Edward's voice and turned to find him standing next to me. "Are you alright?" he inquired. "How should I respond to that question, Edward?" I replied, and he merely shrugged. "Honestly!" he said. "In that case, the response is both 'no' and 'yes,'" I informed him. "Let us discuss the 'yes' and 'no' in your car," he suggested, guiding me toward my vehicle. He took the driver’s seat while I settled in the front passenger seat. "Please share your thoughts," he urged as we got comfortable. "That is not an appropriate way to address your Alpha, Edward," I chided, frowning. "There is no proper way if my Alpha is sulking like a child deprived of sweets," he countered. "Ugh!" I exclaimed in frustration. "Please, tell me what is on your mind," Edward insisted. "Which aspect should I disc

Ch 30George's POVWhitney's admission pushed me to my limits. She was not Wendy, but why was that the case? They resembled each other in appearance, speech, and even in their manner of walking. The primary distinction was that the woman before me was devoid of empathy and resolute, whereas Wendy had been tender-hearted and vulnerable. "This cannot be true!" I muttered for what felt like the thousandth time. Despite everything, I still sensed a connection between us at this very moment. "Remove your clothing!" I insisted, stepping closer to her. "What? Why?" she responded, a tremor evident in her voice. I was aware that she was being dishonest; she recognized it as well. But what was the reason behind it? "If you are not Wendy, I wish to verify that myself!" I declared, reaching for her. I recognized that my actions were foolish and irrational, yet desperation drove me. I had ceased to believe that Wendy had died three years prior; my conviction remained unshaken. "No!" she reto