All Chapters of Reclaiming The Rejected Luna’s Heart: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rosina’s P.O.VI put the hood of my black cloak over my head. It was midnight again, and tonight required caution. I couldn’t make another mistake like last time. George’s doubts were already too close for comfort, and I wouldn’t let his curiosity ruin everything I had built.The stone walls closed in on me as I walked down the secret hallway behind the curtain in my room. I moved quietly, carefully. This path wasn’t used much and was known only to a few people, and that was my only comfort.“They won't come after me.” I whispered to myself, but it didn't feel true. Last time, I hadn't been careful, and George—almost found out about my nighttime activities. If Logan hadn't acted fast with that wolvesbane bomb... But I didn’t want to think about that. This time, I would be flawless. Invisible. Silent.I got to the end of the hallway and pressed my hand on the rough stone where the secret mechanism was. I heard a soft noise as the hidden door opened, showing the dark forest beyond the p

Brittany's POVI sat in a quiet cafe by the market. My fingers tapped the side of my untouched coffee cup. Where was he? Every second made my patience wear thin. I moved around the chair sliding a little on the uneven stones beneath me. It wasn’t like Elder Lucius to be late, especially after all the money I had put into this crazy plan.A shadow passed over the table, and I looked up quickly. There he was, Elder Lucius sitting down across from me. He didn’t seem rushed, and he didn’t have the sense of urgency I really needed from him. Instead, he smiled and nodded at me like we were old friends sharing tea.“Ah, Brittany, it’s always nice to see you.” Lucius said easily. His relaxed tone sparked anger in me.“Pleasure?” I said sharply while leaning closer to him. “That's not the word I’d pick, Lucius. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting here?”“Oh, come on.” he said while waving his hand like he was shooing away a bothersome fly. “I had other things to deal with.”“Yes, l

Wendy's POVDaven was lying on the ground and the groan he let out showed he was alive. I felt guilty but it wasn’t really my fault that George chose that moment to show up—again.“Daven, sit up.” I said while gently nudging his arm. When he didn’t react, I pushed him up by the shoulders. He blinked at me with his dark eyes squinting as he tried to focus.“Miss Wendy?” He seemed confused and out of it and when he tried to move, he flinched. He raised a hand to the back of his head. “What just happened?”“You got attacked.” I said shortly while helping him sit up even though he insisted he was fine.“What?” His voice got a bit higher as he frowned. “When? I was just... sorting the files. Then suddenly... boom. Just—someone hit me from behind.” He rubbed his head, wincing with each touch.I crossed my arms, frowning at the thought of George standing there like he owned the place, bold enough to enter my space. “That someone was George.”“George?” Daven said the name as if I had just sai

Wendy's P.O.VI held my handbag close as the reporters crowded around me, taking pictures and yelling questions I couldn’t answer all at once. The noise filled the air, making my heart race. I quickly looked at my car’s shiny roof parked a bit up the street, beyond the crowd. Almost there. Just a few more steps.“Miss Ashton, what is it like to be back after six years? Did you make Cerberus to find George? Are you trying to make amends?” yelled a reporter, shoving a microphone in my face as if it could pull out my secrets.I took a quick breath, trying to keep my face calm. I didn’t want my feelings to show. Their questions were overwhelming, but the noise in my head was even louder. Six years didn’t give me enough time to get ready for this. Not at all.I finally got away from the pushiest part of the crowd and saw my car. I let out a small sigh, but the relief didn’t last long. Leaning against my car like he was supposed to be there was Daven. He was smiling. Seeing him made me feel

Wendy's POVMagnus, the boy, stood there with big, hopeful eyes. “Miss Wendy, please, I really need to talk to you.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, nervously playing with the edge of his old shirt. I stepped back, crossing my arms, my mind spinning with many thoughts.“What’s so important that you interrupt my evening?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant. I looked at Edward, who was standing slightly behind the boy, his face hard to read. Did he know this kid?Magnus gulped and looked straight ahead. “It’s… it’s about what you said on TV. About… about making a change. About being brave.” He breathed in deeply, his little chest rising. “I was watching, and I’ve never seen anyone so… so genuine. You weren’t acting. You were upset and… and incredible.”I frowned, my first irritation turning into confusion. “Amazing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. This had to be a joke. I expected a wild fan, but this?“Yeah!” He moved a bit closer, his voice getting a bit louder wit