All Chapters of Rejected Luna: The Alpha’s Regret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The first accusation came before breakfast.“She’s the reason this happened.”The words sliced through the training yard with enough force to stop every conversation nearby.Lyra turned toward the speaker.A young warrior named Corin stood near the weapons rack, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. Around him, several others exchanged uneasy glances. Nobody looked surprised that he had spoken, they were only surprised that he had said it out loud.For a moment, silence settled over the courtyard. Then another voice joined in.“He’s not wrong.”Lyra felt her stomach tighten.Warriors she had trained beside, people she had eaten with, and people who had laughed with her only days ago now watched her differently.“What exactly are you accusing her of?” Darian asked as he stepped into the center of the gathering.Corin didn’t back down. “Ever since she arrived, things have changed.” The attacks have gotten worse, The seals started reacting, and the enemies keeps showing up“That’s enough

By the time the rider reached Ironclaw’s gates, nearly half the territory had gathered to watch.Word traveled quickly in a place built on loyalty and tradition. Word traveled even faster when it involved a man who should have been dead for six centuries.The massive gates remained closed as Kael stood atop the wall, flanked by Darian, Cassian, and several senior warriors. Lyra stood beside them, watching the lone rider approach through the morning mist. There was no army following him, no banners flew behind him and no hidden force waited in the forest, just one man riding a tired gray horse.“That’s him?” Cassian muttered.The rider looked ordinary. His dark cloak was worn from travel. Dust covered his boots. His shoulders carried the exhaustion of a man who had spent weeks on the road.There was nothing legendary about him, nothing supernatural, nothing that explained why the sight of him had shaken one of Ironclaw’s most experienced scouts.The rider stopped several yards from the

The symbol on the letter affected Asher more than the message itself.Lyra noticed it immediately.The moment he saw the broken crown, something changed in him. Not fear exactly. Asher didn’t strike her as a man who frightened easily.The following morning, the Council Hall filled earlier than usual. Nobody had slept particularly well after the messenger’s arrival, and the unanswered questions hanging over Ironclaw had only grown heavier.Kael stood at the head of the table. “Asher.” The older man looked up.“You know something.” Kael asked.Asher sighed. “I was hoping for another day.”“You don’t have another day.”The blunt response earned a few approving nods around the room.For several moments, Asher remained silent, then he reached for the letter lying on the table. “The broken crown should not exist.”The statement immediately drew everyone’s attention.Ronan frowned. “What does that mean?”“It means the people who used this symbol were destroyed centuries ago.”Cassian leaned

The word echoed through the underground chamber long after Asher spoke it.Guardians.No one rushed to fill the silence that followed. Even Ronan, who usually had a question ready before anyone finished speaking, seemed unable to find the right one.Lyra stared at the symbol beneath the broken crown. Moments ago, it had been nothing more than an unfamiliar mark. Now it carried centuries of hidden history.Kael broke the silence first.“Start talking.”His voice was calm, but Lyra knew him well enough to hear the warning beneath it.Asher didn’t seem offended. Instead, he looked tired. As though the symbol had forced him to remember something he had spent centuries trying to forget.“The Guardians weren’t warriors.”Ronan frowned. “The records suggest they protected the heir.”“They did.”“That sounds like warriors.” Asher shook his head. “No. Their purpose went far beyond protection.”He stepped closer to the wall carvings.“The Guardians preserved bloodlines, secrets, alliances, and

Sleep never came.Lyra spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, replaying the stranger’s final words over and over again.Don’t trust the Guardian.The warning should have been simple. Instead, it complicated everything.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the stranger reaching for her wrist. She saw the urgency in his expression. More importantly, she remembered where he had been looking before he lost consciousness.Someone standing behind her, someone inside Ironclaw, someone she knew. The thought refused to leave her alone. By sunrise, she was exhausted.The territory was already awake when she stepped outside. Warriors moved through the training grounds, servants carried supplies between buildings, and patrols rotated along the walls. From a distance, Ironclaw appeared unchanged.Yet beneath the routine, tension lingered. The attack on the stranger had shaken everyone. An enemy attacking inside the territory itself was dangerous enough. An enemy who seemed to know exac