All Chapters of Pursuing My Rejected Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JaxonCassandra's collapse was dramatic.She fell in the main hallway just after breakfast, crumpling to the floor like her strings had been cut. One of the omegas screamed. Pack members rushed over. And I found myself carrying her to the car, rushing her to the pack hospital, trying to understand what had just happened.Now I'm sitting in the sterile waiting room, wondering why I feel more irritated than concerned.Dr. Lukas finally emerges, looking puzzled rather than worried."She's fine," she says without preamble. "Physically, at least. Her blood pressure is normal, no signs of illness or injury. Her heart rate is elevated but stabilizing.""Then what caused it?""My best guess? A panic attack. Or some kind of stress-related episode." Dr. Lukas glances at her tablet. "Has something happened recently that might have triggered this? Some kind of emotional trauma or ongoing pressure?"I think about the argument with Noah that I witnessed. About how I've been pulling away from Cassand

SkyeI’ve been home for 3 days and so much has changed.Cassandra is moving to the guest house—finally—and she's playing the martyr to perfection. I watch from my office window as pack members carry boxes across the grounds. She stands on the front steps dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, looking small and vulnerable and displaced. It’s pathetic and I force myself to turn away from the window before I say something I'll regret.Jaxon has been suddenly overly attentive too.He asks about my day. Offers to have meals together. Suggests we take a walk through the gardens "to talk." But every gesture feels scripted, like he's been reading some generic guidebook on how to be a “good” husband. Shouldn’t that just come naturally between mates who actually know and love each other?Between his constant attention and trying to hide my growing belly from him, I’m exhausted.I’m finally enjoying a relaxing moment alone when Jaxon finds me again. "There's a mandatory pack training session this a

Jaxon Fourteen fucking weeks!She's been carrying my child for fourteen weeks and didn't tell me.The betrayal I’m feeling right now is overwhelming. It sits in my chest like a physical weight, crushing my lungs, making it hard to breathe.But underneath it, my wolf is howling with triumph and possessive need.Mine. Our mate. Our child. Ours.I watch Skye walk away from Dr. Lukas's office, her spine straight, her head high. Every inch the perfect Luna, composed and untouchable.Like she didn't just shatter my entire world.I catch up to her halfway across the grounds."Skye. Wait."She doesn't slow down. "I have nothing more to say to you, Jaxon.""Well, I have plenty to say to you." I grab her arm—not roughly, but firmly enough to stop her. "How long were you planning to hide this?"She turns to face me, and her expression is so cold it makes my wolf whimper. "I wasn't hiding it. I was waiting for the right time.""The right time?" My voice rises despite my attempt to stay calm. "Fou

SkyeI need air.The Alpha house feels like it's closing in on me—walls pressing closer with every breath, every whispered congratulation, every knowing look from pack members who think they understand what's happening.They don't.No one does. They never have. Not from the day Jaxon made me his Luna despite wanting nothing to do with me. I slip out the back entrance and make my way to the garden, to the stone bench near the rose arbor where Nicolai and I talked during his visit. It feels like a lifetime ago. Before the pregnancy was discovered. Before everything spiraled out of control.I sit down heavily, pressing one hand to my stomach.The secret I'd guarded so carefully is now pack knowledge. Jaxon knows. Everyone knows.I should feel relieved that I don't have to hide anymore. No more flowing dresses and careful angles. No more avoiding Dr. Lukas and making excuses about being tired.Instead, I just feel trapped.Because now Jaxon will never let me go. Not without a fight. A ch

JaxonI can't sleep.Skye is in the bed beside me. She’s still letting me sleep here so that’s something, I guess. But she’s turned away, and her breathing is too controlled to actually be asleep. We're both lying here in the dark, pretending. Avoiding the conversation we should be having.The threat about the pack council replays in my mind on an endless loop.I guess we'll see what the pack council has to say about an Alpha who holds his pregnant mate hostage.The way she looked at me when she said it—cold, certain, unafraid—told me everything I needed to know.She's not bluffing.She's really going to leave.And I have no idea how to stop her.Morning finally dawns with no relief. I haven’t slept a wink, still agonizing over the situation I find myself in. I'm in the pack council chambers before most of the pack is awake, waiting in the private meeting room reserved for sensitive discussions.I requested an emergency session with only the three senior council members. Elder Graham,