Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 122: Emergency

**Carlo's POV**

I watched her for a moment, then took a step closer. "You keep running, but it won’t change anything."

She refused to meet my gaze. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

I reached out, brushing my fingers against her wrist. Not enough to hold her—just enough to feel the way her pulse jumped beneath my touch.

Her breath hitched.

"You feel it," I murmured.

For a moment, she didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Then, suddenly, she yanked her arm back and stepped away. "This conversation is over."

I let her go, watching as she stormed off.

But I wasn’t worried.

Because no matter how fast she ran, she’d have to face the truth eventually.

And when she does, I'll be waiting.

**Erika's POV**

I locked the door behind me, pressing my back against the wooden frame. My lungs expanded as I took in a slow breath, but even here, alone in my chambers, the tension didn’t ease.

It was there—subtle but persistent.

I pulled off my gloves and tossed them onto the small wooden table near the bed, my fingers twitching at my sides. I had spent the entire day training, pushing my body past exhaustion, hoping the ache in my muscles would drown out the restlessness clawing at my mind. But the moment I stopped moving, the unease returned.

The pull.

It wasn’t overwhelming. It was not a force that demanded anything from me but it lingered beneath my skin like an itch I couldn’t scratch, a whisper I couldn’t quite make out.

I moved to the basin near the window and splashed cold water on my face. The coolness should have been refreshing, and grounding, but as I stared at my reflection in the small mirror above the stand, all I saw was uncertainty.

I had spent years surviving. Years learning how to suppress the storm within me. And yet, ever since he kissed me—something inside me had begun to unravel.

*"Then why does it feel like something inside you is waking up?"*

I froze.

That voice—soft, firm, familiar.

I had heard it before.

Faint. Distant. But now it was clearer. Closer.

I turned away from the mirror sharply, scanning the room as if expecting someone to be there. The wooden walls, the stone fireplace in the corner, the simple furniture—it was the same as always. There was no one.

But I wasn’t imagining it.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, resting my hands on my knees. My breath was uneven, and my heart was pounding against my ribs.

I had spent years quieting my instincts, keeping my Lyncan wolf at bay when it stirred too strongly. But now, there was something new beneath the surface that I couldn’t name.

*"You are not alone."*

I exhaled sharply, pressing my fingers against my temples.

That voice wasn’t separate from me. It wasn’t foreign. It was… mine.

Or at least a part of me I didn’t recognize.

A Lycan’s wolf was supposed to be an extension of themselves, a second voice, a presence that was both instinctual and deeply intertwined with their soul. But this wasn’t just my wolf whispering about mates or instincts. It was something else.

A shudder ran down my spine.

It wasn’t telling me that Carlo was my mate.

It wasn’t whispering his name.

Then what the hell was it trying to tell me by the pull?

I gritted my teeth and stood, pacing across the room.

This was ridiculous.

It was the exhaustion. The stress. The absurdity of this entire situation.

Carlo’s presence had made everything worse. He had kissed me, and now my body was acting like it belonged to someone else. Like my mind and instincts were at war.

But I couldn’t afford to be reckless.

The Alpha had been relentless about training me, pushing me toward unlocking whatever potential he thought I had. He wanted something that he wasn’t saying. And now, Carlo his Beta was suddenly so interested in me?

No.

I wasn’t blind. I knew how these things worked.

Maybe the bond was real. Maybe it wasn’t.

But if Carlo thought he could use a romantic connection to manipulate me into obeying the Alpha’s will, then he was sorely mistaken.

I would not be controlled.

I would not be used.

I ripped off my training tunic and threw it onto the chair near the fireplace, reaching for the simple linen shirt I slept in. The movement was quick, almost aggressive, as if shedding the fabric would rid me of the weight pressing on my chest.

I dropped onto my bed and exhaled, staring at the wooden beams above me.

The air in my chambers was still, yet I felt like I was suffocating.

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my thoughts to quiet, but my Lycan wolf stirred again. It was restless and unsettled.

I could feel Carlo's presence.

Not near, not close enough for our bond to pull sharply, but his presence lingered like a storm on the horizon.

I hated it.

I hated the way my own body betrayed me.

I turned onto my side and forced myself to breathe slowly, deliberately.

Tomorrow, I will find answers.

Tomorrow, I will force my mind to win this battle.

I had to.

Sometime later, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, a sharp knock on my door jolted me awake.

I sat up, disoriented, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger beneath my pillow.

"Who is it?" I called, my voice rough from sleep.

The door creaked open, and a young servant stepped inside.

She was small, barely older than sixteen, with wide, frightened eyes. Her hands trembled as she clutched the edges of her apron.

"Lady Erika," she said hesitantly, lowering her head in a quick bow. "There is an emergency."

I immediately swung my legs over the side of the bed, my muscles tensing.

"What happened?"

"I… I don’t know the details," she admitted, shifting uncomfortably. "But the King has summoned you. He requires your assistance. Along with some of the soldiers.”