All Chapters of Saving My Rejected Mate: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Aria’s POV A week. That was all it took for the world to rearrange itself again. In just seven days, Daxton and Aisha went from standing nervously before the elders to being formally pronounced as the Alpha and Luna of the Crimson Claw Pack. The ceremony had been solemn, ancient, and powerful, steeped in moonlight, blood oaths, and the Goddess’s silent witness. I watched it from the sidelines with Mason’s arm wrapped around me, my heart strangely full. Not with envy. But with peace. Because for the first time since my name had been dragged through mud and weaponized against me, Cr

Aria’s POV I left the Federation earlier than Mason in the afternoon. Part of me wanted to stay, wanted to sit in his office, watch him drown in meetings and documents, tease him about being the most powerful man in the room yet still unable to escape paperwork. But reality tugged me away. Nina comes first. Mason barely looked up from his tablet when I leaned into his office doorway. His tie was loosened, sleeves rolled up, dark circles faint beneath his eyes. “I’ll pick up Nina and Maria,” I said softly. “You don’t rush.” He glanced up, guilt flashing acro

Aria’s POV Friday arrived with the quiet kind of weight that settled on my shoulders the moment I stepped into my office. The Silver Moon headquarters hummed with its usual efficiency, clerks moving briskly down the hallways, guards stationed at every corner, the faint echo of conversations behind closed doors, but inside my office, there was a different atmosphere entirely. Anticipation. Decision. Responsibility. Interview day. I stood by the tall windows for a moment, looking out at the city beyond the Federation grounds, grounding myself before turning back to the mountain of neatly arranged folders on my desk. Each one bore a name, a resume, a history. People who wanted to work directly under the Luna of t

Aria’s POV I sent my driver away without a second thought. “Ride with me,” Cecil had said, already unlocking her car, her smile too casual for someone who had just invited herself into my evening plans. It felt natural, comforting, even. Just like old times, when it was always the two of us, squeezing errands, secrets, and laughter into stolen hours. So I slid into the passenger seat, unaware that my entire world was about to tilt. As we drove closer to the house, I frowned. The first thing I noticed was the light. Too bright. 

The Supreme Court building loomed like an ancient sentinel under the gray morning sky. Located in the city center of Silver Moon Territory, it was ignored by a lot until today… Its stone facade was crowded with people who had no intention of missing what history would later label ‘The Case of the Century’.  Six months had passed since the night everything imploded, since truth had clawed its way out of darkness, and now the world waited for judgment. Mason Larkin’s black SUV rolled to a smooth stop at the front steps exactly thirty minutes before the session was scheduled to begin. The moment the engine cut off, the crowd outside erupted. Flashes burst like lightning. Cameras whirred. V