All Chapters of From Rejected to Resilient: The Alpha's Supermodel Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

As Isla stood outside her childhood home, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her. The familiar sight of the house loomed before her, its once welcoming facade now feeling like a prison. The memories flooded back, each one a reminder of the struggles she had faced growing up as the youngest child in a family that had never quite understood her.She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. It was never easy for her with her family. From a young age, she had been ridiculed for even the smallest things. Her parents had always held her to a standard that felt impossibly high, and her sister, the golden child, had set the bar even higher. Isla had watched as her sister excelled in academics and showcased her werewolf strength, while she felt like she was constantly falling short.“Lazy,” her parents had called her, the word echoing in her mind like a haunting refrain. It was a label that had stuck with her, one that she had fought against for years. No matter how hard she

Isla felt a rush of adrenaline as she stood her ground, but the moment was shattered when Claire’s incredulous voice cut through the tension. “Shut up! Liam Lockwood and you?! I’d sooner believe that you’re a Victoria’s Secret supermodel than this!”The words hit Isla like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of her. She had expected skepticism, but the outright disbelief in her sister’s tone stung more than she had anticipated. It was as if Claire was dismissing not just her relationship with Liam but everything Isla had worked so hard to achieve.“Claire, I—” Isla began, but her sister wasn’t finished.“Seriously, Isla? You think you can just waltz in here and tell us you’re marrying the most powerful Alpha in New York City? You’re a wolf-less girl! What does he even see in you?” Claire’s voice dripped with mockery, and Isla felt her cheeks flush with anger and humiliation.Before Isla could respond, their mother chimed in, her expression a mix of concern and skepticism. “Isla,

The stylist led Isla to a private dressing room within the spa, the atmosphere shifting from the bustling main area to a serene, intimate space. The walls were adorned with soft colors, and the lighting was dimmed to create a calming ambiance. Isla felt a sense of anticipation as the stylist closed the door behind them, ensuring their conversation would remain private.“Miss Luna,” the stylist began, her voice low and serious, “have you ever wondered why Mr. Liam Lockwood’s parents are never home?”Isla furrowed her brow, caught off guard by the question. “No, I haven’t,” she replied honestly. She had met Liam’s father, Maximilian, during her vacation on the island, but even then, he had promised not to reveal his whereabouts to Liam. Isla had kept that secret close to her heart, not wanting to burden Liam with worries about his family.The stylist took a deep breath, her expression grave. “Okay, the truth is… Liam’s mother, Angelina, is captive with one of the Lockwood pack’s rivals.

Liam's intense gaze traveled up and down Isla's naked body, his eyes darkening with desire. She lay on the bed, her long, slender legs stretched out, her creamy skin glowing in the soft light of the bedroom. Her blonde hair spilled across the pillows, contrasting beautifully with the dark sheets.Isla's heart raced as she felt his eyes on her, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. She longed for his touch, for the pleasure he could bring, but also felt a twinge of shyness at being so exposed.Liam said, “There is nothing more to this Isla, dear. Just touch yourself. Show me how much you want it.”His suggestion was both commanding and enticing, and Isla's insecurities began to melt away. She wanted to please him, to give him a show he wouldn't forget.With a slow, deliberate movement, Isla reached up and cupped her full breasts, her fingers brushing against her sensitive nipples. They hardened instantly under her touch, and she let out a soft moan, closin

The sun was shining brightly over the Lockwood mansion, casting a warm glow on the sprawling gardens that surrounded the estate. Isla stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling the gentle breeze against her skin. She had been meaning to check on Miranda, and ask her a few questions about Liam's mother Angelina. As she wandered through the garden, she spotted Miranda kneeling on the ground, surrounded by an array of colorful plants and flowers. With a shovel in one hand and a spade in the other, Miranda was hard at work, her raven hair tied up in a messy bun that accentuated her porcelain skin, which glistened with a light sheen of sweat.Isla couldn’t help but chuckle as she approached. “Well, well, if it isn’t the Victoria’s Secret supermodel, getting her hands dirty in the garden! Shouldn’t you be on a runway somewhere?”Miranda looked up, a playful grin spreading across her face. “Oh, please! Gardening is my passion, Isla. Besides, you don't know how fun this