All Chapters of Pursuing My Rejected Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Skye I can't breathe.The boy—this child who just called my husband daddy—is looking up at Jaxon with complete adoration. And Jaxon... Jaxon isn't denying it. Isn't pushing him away. He's just standing there with his hand on the boy's shoulder, watching me with those cold gray eyes like he's waiting for me to catch up to a joke everyone else already understands."I don't..." My voice cracks. "I don't understand."Cassandra moves then, sweeping forward to place herself between me and the boy. Protective. Maternal. Everything I've apparently failed to be."Skye, I'm so sorry." Her voice is soft, pained. "I never wanted you to find out like this. Jaxon was supposed to tell you before the meeting today.""Tell me what?" The words are barely audible. "Tell me what, Cassandra?"She exchanges another look with Jaxon—and god, I hate that. Hate how easily they communicate. Hate how I'm always on the outside looking in at my own life."This is Liam," she says gently, resting a hand on the boy's

Skye I want to believe Noah. God, I want to believe that some part of Jaxon actually cares. But I've spent three years reading meaning into empty gestures, and I can't do it anymore."The elders won't let him cast you aside," Noah continues. "You've earned their respect. More than that—you've earned their loyalty. They won't support him stripping your title just because his ex-girlfriend came back with a convenient sob story."His words spark something in me—a tiny flame of hope that I immediately try to smother. Because hope is what got me into this mess. Hope that Jaxon would see me. Love me. Choose me."You really think they'd stand with me?" I ask quietly."I know they would." Noah's voice is fierce now, protective in a way that reminds me of the boy who used to defend me from pack bullies. "And I'll stand with you too, Skye. I should have been a better friend these past few years. I let the distance between us grow because it was easier than watching you hurt yourself trying to p

SkyeIt's a Thursday evening when it happens.Dinner is a quiet affair, as it's been all week. Liam chatters about a butterfly he found in the garden. Cassandra listens with that practiced, beatific smile—the one that makes her look like the warmest person in any room. Jaxon responds to his son in clipped but not unkind tones, and I watch the three of them from my end of the table like I'm observing strangers through glass.I'm pushing food around my plate when Jaxon speaks."We're going to Green Springs this weekend." He doesn't look up from his meal. "The hot springs resort on the mountain. You're coming with us."The words land in the middle of the table like a bomb exploding and I flinch in my seat.Cassandra's hand drifts to Jaxon's, a brief, deliberate touch. When she looks at me, her smile is soft. Angelic. It makes my skin crawl."It'll be good for Liam," she says. "The mineral waters are supposed to help with his condition. Don't you think, Skye?"I stare at her. At the carefu

SkyeI force myself to stand, gripping the counter for support. My reflection in the mirror looks like a ghost—pale skin, dark circles under my eyes, hair plastered to my forehead with sweat. I look sick. I feel sick."I'll be right there," I lie.There's a pause on the other side of the door. Then: "Five minutes, Skye. Don't make this difficult."His footsteps retreat, and I'm alone again.I turn on the faucet, splashing cold water on my face. The shock of it helps a little, cutting through the fog enough that I can think. I take a few deep breaths, the way the pack therapist taught me years ago when I was learning to control my wolf during stressful situations.In. Out. In. Out.My hands are still shaking when I finally emerge from the bathroom.The room is empty.I stand there for a moment, staring at the space where Jaxon was standing just minutes ago. He didn't wait. Didn't check to see if I was okay. He just left.The realization shouldn't hurt as much as it does.I sink onto the

Skye Cassandra is relentless.Every activity becomes an opportunity for her to paint the perfect family picture. She encourages Liam to show Jaxon the snowman they built, to ask him to help build a fort by the pool, to climb on his shoulders for a better view."Cole, could you take a photo?" she asks on the fourth day, positioning Jaxon and Liam by the frozen waterfall. "This light is just perfect."Cole obliges, and Cassandra beams at the image on his phone. "Oh, Jaxon, you two look so handsome together. Liam, look—you have your father's eyes."She doesn't ask for pictures of me and Jaxon. Or me and Liam. Just them.I watch from the sidelines, my hands shoved in my pockets, trying to ignore the hollow ache in my chest."Skye, come look!" Jaxon calls out, his voice carrying that forced enthusiasm I've come to recognize. "You should see this."I trudge over to where he and Liam are examining something in the snow. Cassandra stands close to Jaxon's other side, already in position like s