All Chapters of From Rejected to Resilient: The Alpha's Supermodel Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The Lockwood jet touched down on the private airstrip just as dawn was breaking over the horizon. Isla stirred from her dreamless sleep, her body feeling more rested than it had in weeks. Without her wolf constantly prowling beneath her skin, sleep came easier now—deeper and more peaceful. She blinked away the remnants of slumber and gazed out the window as the mansion came into view, its grand silhouette outlined against the pale morning sky."Sleep well?" Liam's voice was a warm rumble beside her.Isla turned to find him looking refreshed despite not having slept at all during their trip back from Montreal. Being a werewolf—a powerful Alpha at that—meant Liam could go days without proper rest if needed. His supernatural stamina was yet another reminder of the wolf she no longer possessed."Better than I have in a long time," she admitted, stretching her arms above her head. "I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep until we were halfway back."Liam's fingers traced the curve of her

The sleek private jet gleamed in the morning sunlight as Isla reluctantly made her way up the stairs. Behind her, her family's excited chatter grated on her nerves like sandpaper. They had barely contained their elation since Liam's unexpected invitation, and now, faced with the reality of the Lockwood family's private aircraft, they made no attempt to hide their awe."This is absolutely magnificent," her mother exclaimed, running her manicured fingers along the polished wooden paneling inside the cabin. "I am flying private to Paris for lunch! Who would have thought?"Isla winced at her mother's theatrical tone. The woman who had once told her that dreams were for people who couldn't face reality was now behaving like a child in a candy store.Her father wasted no time claiming one of the plush leather seats, immediately testing its reclining function and the various buttons on the armrest. "Now this is how travel should be," he declared, as if he'd been flying private jets his entir

Isla maintained a carefully neutral expression as the shopping spree continued. Her family moved from boutique to boutique along Avenue Montaigne like conquering heroes, leaving a trail of empty champagne flutes and enthusiastic salespeople in their wake. She had positioned herself slightly apart from them, standing beside Liam as a silent observer to the spectacle."Do you think this scarf complements this purse?" her mother called out, holding up a silk Hermès scarf against a Chanel handbag.Before Isla could respond—not that her opinion had ever mattered—Clara stepped in. "The colors clash, Mother. Try the blue one instead." Her sister's tone carried the same authoritative certainty that had dominated Isla's childhood, the same assumption that her judgment was inherently superior.Isla bit the inside of her cheek and said nothing. What was there to say? That this entire excursion felt like a bizarre fever dream? That watching her family eagerly accumulate luxury goods they had prev

Isla's feet were already aching, and it was only noon on the first day of her wedding shopping spree. With just five days left until she would become Mrs. Lockwood, the pressure was mounting. New York City spread before her like a shopper's paradise, each glittering storefront promising the perfect addition to what would undoubtedly be the most important day of her life."I think we need to establish some kind of system," Miranda suggested, pulling out her phone and opening her notes app. "We've got two days to get everything, and the list is pretty extensive."Taylor nodded in agreement, adjusting her sunglasses as they stood on the corner of Fifth Avenue. "Let's divide and conquer. What's first on the list?"Isla pulled out her own meticulously crafted wedding checklist. The column of unchecked boxes seemed to stretch endlessly. "Shoes, jewelry, lingerie, makeup, hair accessories, and of course, the dress." She took a deep breath. "Maybe we should start with the smaller items and e

Isla stepped into the grand foyer of Lockwood Mansion, her arms loaded with shopping bags from the most exclusive boutiques in the city. The wedding preparations had been exhaustive, but she was determined to make every detail perfect. As she crossed the marble floor, the sound of her heels echoed against the high ceilings. Liam emerged from the study, his dark suit impeccably tailored, his ocean-blue eyes immediately locking onto her.“Isla,” he said, his voice deep and laced with a hint of longing. “You’re finally back. I’ve missed you.”She paused, setting the bags down with a soft thud. “Missed me? I’ve only been gone a few hours. You act like I’ve been away for weeks.”Liam smirked, closing the distance between them in a few long strides. “When you’re out there, drowning in lace and silk, it feels like an eternity. Especially when I know you’re picking out that dress.” His gaze flickered to the largest bag, the one she knew held the wedding gown. “The one you won’t let me see.”