All Chapters of His Rejected Warrior Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Leora Montgomery's pov “Are there others that are aware of his past,” I asked Ivory, and she told me that only the older centenarians do, but they have been warned by Gideon not to mention it to others or die. Inhaling deeply, I felt that I must be the one who would break through the walls he had built up around his heart. It was obvious that he was a caring individual but it only reached a certain level. “I will pole vault over his walls and capture his heart,” I asserted and grinned slightly at myself. Seeing Gideon returning back inside and looking gloomy I narrowed my eyes. “What has crept up your butt, Mr Landers?” He glared at me and growled, “Call me by my given name and nothing is going on within my ass.” Hissing, I shook my head and asserted, “Cheer up, buttercup, so I can introduce you to your assistant.” His mouth turned up slightly at the corner and he nodded. “Come along, my king; I was shown your shared office and know the way,” I said chipperly and offered him

Leora Montgomery's pov In my disappointed state, I was startled by Brandy approaching me with a flamboyant male by her side. “Leora, this is Pierre, and he needs to measure you for your coronation gown,” she said, then leaned toward my ear and softly added, “He is the seamstress of the estate and bats for the opposite team. If you catch my meaning.” Grinning slightly I side-eyed her and said sarcastically, "I never would have guessed.” Crossing his arms Pierre snubbed my comment and said, “We must hurry up so I can have your masterpiece finished in time, Your Excellence.” “Please call me Leora and where do you want me to go, Sir,” I asserted. Scoffing he waved his arms around. “To your suite, of course, Egads! I can't get your measurements done outdoors,” he scolded me. Rolling my eyes I told him let's go and walked past them as I entered the side door. Brandy shouted that she had to help with dinner prep, and Pierre said he would meet me in my room with his sewing i

Leora Montgomery's pov “Okay,” I answered while I squeezed the small painting in my hand. Concentrating on my suite I felt an odd tug and felt a whoosh of air. Feeling weightless I soon was standing on solid ground and opened my eyes to see my bedroom. “That was so cool!” I chuckled and went to my dresser to stash the painting in the top drawer underneath the black t-shirt I used for pajamas. Sensing a shift in the air I turned to see Gideon standing there with a grin on his face. “You have the gift, are you queasy at all?” Shaking my head I told him that it was exhilarating and easy peasy. My eyebrow raised watching him select a t-shirt from his pile and slip it over his head. His muscles rippled down his abdomen and my lip curled up in appreciation. Peeking over at me, he chuckled and asked if I was ready to go to my parent's house as he shimmied on a pair of faded blue jeans. After putting on his socks and boots he glanced over at me with the hair clip that was left o

Leora Montgomery's pov Seeing that Gideon was already up and not in bed I sat up and took the phone from her. “Hello?” “Hello, your Excellence, I am Mister Durumill, and I am calling in regards to my dead son Aspen. Are you the person responsible for his demise?” Taken aback, I hesitated before answering. Finally, after a moment of silence, he added, “I have no plans of retaliation, dear; in fact, I wished to thank you for removing that stain from my bloodline if you are the individual responsible .” “Oh, I see. Yes, I stabbed him with a weapon that I was assured would end him,” I asserted bluntly, and he chuckled. “Very well, I just wanted to be certain that he was, in fact, deceased since his body was put into the crypt there. Anyway, I won't take any more of your time. Good luck to you, Miss,” he said kindly and ended the call. I sat there befuddled and furrowed my brow. “That was very strange,” I muttered and handed the phone back to Brandy. “Where is my king?” I asked

Leora Montgomery's pov My hair was lovely. Remy had outdone herself as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Linda had returned to inform us that they were going to wed Gideon and me first, then crown us. “Who are they?” I asked her curiously. Grinning slightly she said, “A Moon Council member has come to officiate the wedding and is an acquaintance of your King.” Creasing my brow, Ivory chuckled and informed me that it was Cedric Phillips.” My eyes widened at the mention of that lighthearted old werewolf. “That's hilarious that he's officiating our nuptials. He's a silly character, I met him when I was first at the council but briefly,” I giggled. “Here is something blue!” Linda stated as she handed me a small pale blue handkerchief. “I don't have a bouquet,” I mumbled softly and my mom lifted her hand from behind her back and presented a lovely cluster of pink roses and baby's breath. “Where did you find these?” Grinning slightly, she informed me that my la