THE LUNA THEY REJECTED CAME BACK RUTHLESS

The World I Didn't Know

The room felt different after the fight.

Heavier.

Quieter.

Like something had shifted that couldn’t be undone.

I was still staring at him.

Still trying to process what I had just seen.

“You’re going to explain,” I said finally.

My voice was low, but firm.

Zayden didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he walked past the two unconscious men like they didn’t matter, stopping a few steps away from me.

“You’re asking the wrong questions,” he said.

“That’s because you keep avoiding the right answers,” I shot back.

His eyes met mine.

Sharp.

Measuring.

“And if the answers change everything?” he asked.

“They already have,” I replied.

Silence.

Brief.

But heavy.

He exhaled slowly, like he had made a decision.

“Those men weren’t just attackers,” he said. “They were trackers.”

My chest tightened.

“You said they were following my… energy.”

“They were,” he replied. “And now they know exactly where you are.”

That didn’t sound good.

“At least we know they’re not very good at their job,” I said, glancing at the bodies on the floor.

“They’re not the problem,” he said.

My heart skipped.

“Then what is?”

He held my gaze for a second.

Then—

“Who sent them.”

A chill ran down my spine.

“And who is that?” I asked.

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

“A group that’s been searching for something for a long time,” he said. “Something rare.”

My hand moved again.

Instinctively.

To my stomach.

Zayden noticed.

Of course he did.

“That’s not possible,” I said quietly.

“You keep saying that,” he replied. “But your body is proving otherwise.”

I swallowed.

Hard.

“What exactly are they looking for?” I asked.

He stepped closer.

Not threatening.

But not safe either.

“You,” he said.

My breath caught.

“Not me,” I said quickly. “You said it’s what I’m carrying.”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Then why me?”

That question lingered between us.

Because I needed that answer.

I needed something to make sense.

But when he spoke—

It only made things worse.

“Because you were never supposed to survive the rejection.”

The words hit me like a shock.

My chest tightened painfully.

“What does that mean?”

His expression darkened slightly.

“It means,” he said quietly,

“someone made sure you would.”

My heart started racing again.

Because now—

This wasn’t just about what I was carrying.

It was about who wanted me alive.

And somehow…

That felt even more dangerous. 😈🔥