Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Eleanor's POV I had endured pains before, so it was time to stop. But why? Why does every step I take bring me closer to faltering? Why does the air in my lungs come out in short, labored and painful breaths? I thought, leaning against a nearby tree for support. My legs felt limp and my body felt weak. Now away from Dad's presence, the tears I had been fighting to hold back finally came crashing down like a broken dam. It was uncontrollable. Even when I tried to wipe them away, my hands only got wet from the salty liquid that kept falling down without wiping them, even when they did. Until this day, I had known nowhere else except for this pack. This pack had been my home. And suddenly, knowing that I was never going to be able to come back here brought another wave of tremors to my already limp legs and aching body. It was just too much to take— a lethal blow to my already ble

Darius's POV I sat on the chair behind my office desk, swiveling the chair while glaring at the paperwork in front of me. It had been almost eight days since I had let that open— Omega. No, Eleanor—leave. Eight days since she regained her freedom, and I had been anxious with every passing second. I had missed an inch and everything about her. The way she would be scared but bold at the same time, the way her succulent lips would part open as if to speak, but would close them, her soft body, and most importantly— her scent. My cure. I kept questioning myself whether I had made the right decision of letting her go, of giving her the freedom. My heart had been doing a trick on me. Whispering things about me being a fool for letting her go. While my mind was whispering words of approval—I did well, and it was proud of me. It was driving me crazy, because I didn't know which one to listen to.

Darius's POV Continue, I commanded, referring to Alan. My eyes finally swept across him, and his head immediately hung low from what I made out as shame and guilt. “Yes, she did ask me to kill her, but I didn't. I killed our men before they could kill her, because I knew you would be furious if she died. Please be merciful and spare her.” “Spare her,” I drew out, turning to look at Marcella, who flinched back from the iciness in my eyes, as well as my voice as I proceeded to speak. “Why the hell should I spare her, after she had continually tested my patience?” She swallowed. “Were you really going to kill me?” she asked, still looking at me with horror-filled eyes. “I was really going to kill you, and it still isn't over, because I might still kill you,” I told her. “I would have killed you and left you to rot right where I had picked you up from. You should jus

Darius' POV She cut me off again, starting another tantrum. I wasn't surprised, because I knew I am not capable of being loved in the first place. My sister now hates me because I betrayed her for a man. And the man I had betrayed her for now hates me even more. And the pack, they hate me even more than my sister. Their murmurs cut through the air like sharpened blades, words of venom slipping from their lips as they huddled together. Each whispered insult seemed to echo louder in my ears. Their eyes casting furtive, scornful glances in my direction, even though they knew I could hear them. And my father would also hate me as much if he was able to remember all that I'd done. Everybody hates me. Now, why should I think you're any different? She smiled after pouring out her soul and wrongs, a sad and relieved kind of smile. I guess luck is on your side today, so just do it.

Dariu's POV My head whipped past my shoulder to the back in a swift motion that almost broke— “What?” I asked. Surprise evident. “What do you mean by risk? What are you willing to risk?” She pulled up using her grip on my hand as a means. “You are the only one who seemed to care whether I died or not. So I am going to give you a chance. That’s what I mean.” Her hand gripped mine tighter before she continued. “Thank you, Darius, for never giving up on me. For never abandoning me, even though I ditched you at the first chance I got.” My heart that had broken into pieces, the heart that had died before, suddenly started to mend. It started beating again — but this time it wasn’t out of fear, but something I cannot describe just yet. I finally turned around completely, facing her. The feeling — this foreign feeling — along with a feelin