All Chapters of Return of the Rejected Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The atmosphere at the residence of the Alpha/Luna is tighter than the last time the other incidents had happened. Nobody looked like they had had a good night’s sleep, they all looked like they had stayed up wondering just how mad Elder Charles had become. After I had left his house last night, Charles had stormed out of his house screaming hysterically that the old Luna had tried to kill him. Nobody could make sense of what he was talking about or maybe they chose not to which wasn’t surprising as everyone in this room was always in denial. Derek rubbed his temples while Liana chewed her bottom lip and murmured to herself. Nobody seemed to care as the rest of them were in worlds of their own as well –all except Asher, who was absent. “Liana, you said this was a rogue wolf, you said the moon goddess confirmed it herself.” Derek asked tiredly. All eyes fell to the seer who was still mumbling to herself. The door suddenly opened and Asher walked in looking like he had just rolled out o

Being hurt with a silver weapon didn’t only make you bleed, it made the pain feel like liquid fire was being poured into your body. Your injury didn’t just hurt, it burned. My side burned with a vengeance that rivaled mine but I bit my lip and pushed through it. Derek and Liana were currently not in the pack so that meant this was the only chance I may get to search their spaces for something relating to my parents. I did want to find proof of their innocence and restore their reputation, but a part of me also wanted to know why what happened to them happened. If the elders really didn’t want an omega-maid as their Luna, why didn’t they just leave it at Derek rejecting me? Why did my parents and I have to die? What did we die for? Getting into Liana’s room was easy for me as I was her maid, no one was going to find it weird that I was hanging around her side of the residence, even her maid quarters was close to her office. It was easy for me to slip into her office from the maid quar

I thank the moon goddess for the luck she has given me that day and pray she sends more. When I saw Asher, he was still a little bit far from me, so even though he was currently after me, I had a head start but what worried me now was the thought that he was going to catch me. That should never happen, how was I going to explain my torn clothes, the dried blood on my skin and the fact that I emerged from the woods outside the pack and ran when I saw him? There was simply nothing I could say to save me from that situation. I spot Jessa’s pickup truck parked in front of house and run towards it. I fall to the ground and roll myself under the car. I hold my breath when I see Asher’s legs stop and scan the area, praying that the white bracelet Sue gave me can still conceal my scent and the smell of the blood on my clothes and skin. “Oh! Beta, I didn’t expect to see you here.” “Hello, Jessa. Did you see anyone come up here?” “Well no, but I just came out myself. I didn’t notice anybody.”

“You minx.” Asher whispers, and he may be right. A minx. How did I suddenly become courageous enough to push through these confusing feelings I get around Asher and end up in this position? My arms are still around Asher’s neck and my body is still pressed tightly against his. We are so close that I can feel the fast beat of his heart. Is that mine or his? I ask myself. Oddly, I feel so comfortable with this position but one thing is missing. I unlock my arms from around his neck and slide them down from his shoulders to his biceps then to his hands which are folded into fists, as if he’s holding back from touching me. Can’t have that. Asher doesn’t stop me or fight me, instead, he watches as I lift his hands from his wrists and place them on my waist. “Hold me.” I whisper. Then I return my hands back to where they belong, around his neck. This time, we’re pressed even closer to each other, not knowing when he starts or where I begin. I tilt his head closer to mine and watch his eme

I don’t wait around to think about what I have just read, I run like a pack of rogue wolves are after me. When I make it outside the tunnel, I can breathe a little easier and form thoughts that aren’t all ‘get out of here’. Back in the wine cellar, I stare at the ‘door’ while I catch my breath, thinking about what to do next. Even though fear had gripped me at the cells, there was a layer of curiosity under that fear that pushed me to know more. Who was that? How had she known my new name? Most importantly, she had called me Luna, why? From the letter I read, it was clear that this person knew the reason why I had returned but how? I needed to find this person, but I had no idea what I would do next when I found her. With my mind a little clearer now, I pulled the hidden door closed and piled crates filled with empty wine bottles in front of it to keep the door hidden. Even though no one would come this far into the wine cellar (the back of it looked like it hadn’t been used in ages)