All Chapters of Reclaiming The Rejected Luna’s Heart: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Wendy's POVThe shadows moved, forming solid shapes as they came out of the darkness. I could see six of them, each one tall and strong, their faces covered by black masks. I made myself stand tall, my back stiff and straight.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice bouncing off the walls of the narrow alley. They just stood still, their masked faces creepy in the dim light. A moment felt like forever, and then I noticed it—the shine of metal. One of them picked up a baseball bat, the shiny wood reflecting the light. Another pulled out a wrench, its heavy end shining darkly.My muscles tightened, every part of me telling me to run, but I wouldn’t give in. They wanted a response, wanted to see me back down. They wouldn’t see that. My claws came out, sharper than any blade, and I balled my hands into fists, prepared. “You should have stayed hidden.” I said, my voice quiet and threatening. “I’m not as easy to beat as you think.”They didn't answer. A deep growl came from one of the men, and tha

George's POVI opened the door. Edward's hand jerked away like it was burned, his fingers pulling back from Wendy's cheek like it was hot. He got up quickly, his face full of regret.“What are you doing?” I asked. I walked into the room, staring at Edward.He opened his mouth, trying to say something, probably a weak excuse. “George, I was just…”I wouldn't let him finish. “Just go.” I cut him off, my voice filled with anger. “Leave. Now.” I pointed to the door, my hand shaking with barely hidden rage. I couldn't stand seeing him near her, touching her. Every part of me wanted him gone.Edward paused for a moment, looking from me to Wendy, who lay still in bed. He seemed about to argue or explain himself, but then he must have noticed the anger in my eyes. He gulped and took one last look at Wendy before turning and leaving the room without saying anything.I watched him leave, my hands tightening into fists, until the door clicked shut behind him. I stared at the door for a moment, m

George's POVThis was done on purpose, carefully planned. It wasn’t some small-time criminal. I looked at Edward, my eyes sharp.Edward looked furious but tried to keep it hidden. “We could try –”“No.” I stopped him, my voice low and threatening. “No soft questions. We make him talk.” I stepped forward, balling my hand into a fist. “And I’ll do it.”Edward's eyes grew wide, and he looked worried. “Your Highness, are you sure? Maybe-““I’m sure.” I snapped, cutting him off. I’d waited too long, been too patient. I was done being nice. This guy knew things, dangerous things, and I’d get them out of him if I had to. I rolled up my sleeves, baring my forearms. “Get the tools.” I said.Edward stood still, his forehead creased. “Your Highness, think about this. What if you overstep?”“Too far?” I repeated, slowly turning to face him. “He almost killed her, Edward. Do you think there's a limit to that? He'll talk, one way or another.” I could see he was unsure, but he knew not to argue when

Wendy's POVMy eyelids were so heavy as I tried to open them. The world slowly came into view, first fuzzy, then clearer, showing the walls of a room I sort of knew. I was in the infirmary.I got up slowly. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I held the bed edge so tight my knuckles turned white. Once the room stopped spinning, I looked around. George was sitting in a chair by the bed, looking worried. Edward stood by the wall, his face hard to read. But it was the body on the floor that made me gasp — the healer’s lifeless form with a dark stain spreading near his head.Confusion and fear mixed inside me. What was happening? I blinked, trying to remember the ambush, the fight...then nothing. Just blank. “What...what’s going on?” I croaked, my voice rough.George jumped up, his hands reaching out to me but not touching. “Wendy, thank goodness you’re awake. You were hurt.” His voice was full of relief.I stepped back, away from his hand, and looked at him doubtfully. “Hurt? What do you mea

Wendy's POVI folded my arms, still feeling his touch make my skin crawl.“I... I'm sorry, Wendy.” he started, his voice quiet and full of regret that seemed to come too late. He looked down at the floor, his shoulders drooping. “I shouldn't have touched you. It was... wrong.”I stayed quiet, his apology not healing the pain inside. I looked away, anywhere but at him, and my eyes fell on the papers on my coffee table. A fuzzy picture in one of the files caught my eye. It was a photo of me, or rather, a badly altered one, showing me talking to a tough-looking guy. He seemed like a mercenary, with his face partly hidden by a cap. But what stood out was the red circle around a blurry spot in his pocket, where a wallet or ID should be, even though it was hardly visible.I pointed at the fuzzy circle. “What's this?”George stood up and looked at the picture. “He's one of the mercenaries we've been following. The circle is around his ID. It's fuzzy, but our tech team is trying to make it cl