All Chapters of From Rejected to Resilient: The Alpha's Supermodel Luna : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The fantasy suite was a vision of opulence, every detail meticulously crafted to celebrate their union. Silk drapes in shades of ivory and gold cascaded from the ceiling, pooling onto the marble floor like molten sunlight. Candles flickered in every corner, their warm glow casting dancing shadows across the walls. A trail of rose petals, deep crimson and blush pink, wound its way from the door to the massive four-poster bed, its silk sheets invitingly rumpled. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a heady perfume that both soothed and aroused.Isla stepped into the room, her heart hammering against her ribs. She’d slept with Liam countless times, their bodies entwined in passion and trust. But tonight felt different. Tonight, she wasn’t just his lover; she was his Luna, his wife, bound to him. The weight of it pressed on her, both exhilarating and terrifying.Liam sensed her unease before she even spoke. He closed the distance between them in two long strides,

Isla's eyelids fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion. The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow across the luxurious bedroom. Her limbs felt weighted, her mind foggy with fatigue. The memories of her wedding day and the passionate night that followed danced through her consciousness, bringing a sleepy smile to her lips despite her tiredness."No wonder I'm so exhausted," she murmured to herself, stretching languidly beneath the silken sheets. Her new husband was notably absent from the bed, but the lingering scent of his cologne on the pillow beside her confirmed that their night together hadn't been a dream. She was truly Mrs. Lockwood now, bound to Liam in every way.With considerable effort, Isla dragged herself out of bed and into the adjoining bathroom. The marble shower, with its multiple jets and rainfall showerhead, offered momentary relief from her unusual fatigue. The warm water cascaded over her shoulders, yet did little to dispel th

The afternoon sun cast long shadows in the private island and through the windows of the Lockwood private suit as Isla sat in the ornate sitting room, her mind reeling from the morning's revelations. The plush velvet sofa beneath her offered little comfort as she contemplated the reality of their situation. A war was coming—a real, potentially bloody conflict that threatened everything and everyone she had come to care for.Across from her, Liam sat with his shoulders hunched, an uncharacteristic posture for the usually confident alpha heir. His mother, Angelina Lockwood, perched beside him, her elegant hand resting on his forearm. Despite her ordeal—five years of captivity that Isla could scarcely imagine—Angelina maintained a regal bearing, her blonde hair cascading in perfect waves around her shoulders, her blue eyes sharp and alert. Even in casual attire, she emanated the power and grace befitting the Luna of the most influential werewolf pack in New York."Son," Angelina was

The night air carried a chill that penetrated through the glass of the suite windows as Isla stood watching the scene below. Despite Liam's insistence that she rest—his concern for her "condition" both touching and slightly frustrating—she found herself drawn to the panoramic view of the beach where the pack had gathered. The private island that had seemed like merely a luxurious wedding venue now revealed itself as something far more significant: a sanctuary, a stronghold, a place of power for the Lockwood pack.From her elevated vantage point, Isla could see dozens of figures arranged in a large circle around a blazing bonfire. The flames leapt high into the night sky, casting an amber glow over the faces of the pack members. Maximilian stood at the head of the circle, his commanding presence evident even from a distance. Beside him, Angelina's blonde hair gleamed like spun gold in the firelight. Liam paced as he spoke, his gestures animated, his energy palpable even across the dis

The Den fell into expectant silence as Liam approached the stone dais where Isla waited. His movements were fluid, purposeful—each step bringing him closer to the ceremony that would bind them not just as husband and wife, but as true mates in the eyes of the werewolf world. The candlelight caught the gleam of his eyes, revealing flecks of amber beginning to overtake the green—a sign of his wolf stirring close to the surface.As he reached the dais and took his place on the throne beside her, a low, rhythmic drumbeat began to echo through the chamber. Isla glanced up to see several pack members positioned on one of the upper tiers, their hands moving skillfully across stretched animal hides. "It begins," Liam murmured, his voice pitched low enough that only she could hear. "Are you nervous?""A little," Isla admitted, her fingers clutching the smooth stone armrests. "Day before yesterday I was a human bride. Yesterday I was found out I was pregnant. Today I'm becoming a werewolf Luna