Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 129: Constellation Room

**Erika's POV**

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met his gaze. His expression was, as always, unreadable. But there was something in his voice, a calmness that seemed to belie the tension that was building inside me. "Erika," he said in a low voice.

I searched his face, trying to read his expression, but he gave me nothing. Had he been standing there the whole time, listening to my conversation with the Luna? I couldn't tell. He was a master of hiding his emotions, and I was no match for him.

"You're early," I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out a little shaky. He raised an eyebrow, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. "Am I?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

He stepped aside, gesturing down the hall, and I felt a surge of trepidation. What was I getting myself into? I hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Together, we walked toward the Constellation Room in silence.

As we walked, he asked, "What was my wife discussing with you?" His voice was casual, but I could sense an underlying tension, a hint of curiosity that he was trying to hide. I felt a flutter in my chest, unsure of how much to reveal. What had the Luna told me, exactly? And how much did he already know?

I felt a surge of nervousness as I spoke, trying to sound casual and convincing. "She wanted to congratulate me on my progress," I said, hoping that my voice wouldn't betray me. "That was all." I kept my gaze fixed on the doors ahead, avoiding his eyes in case he saw through the lie.

The silence that followed was oppressive, making my skin prickle with unease. I waited for him to react, to say something, anything, that would give me a clue about what he was thinking. But he didn't. He just kept walking, his presence as calm and unreadable as ever.

It was unnerving, to say the least. I had expected some kind of reaction, some sign that he didn't believe me. But instead, he seemed completely uninterested, as if my conversation with the Luna was of no importance to him. That, more than anything, put me on edge.

As we reached the doors to the Constellation Room, I felt my tension spike. What was going on? Why was he being so calm and collected? I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something, that there was more to this situation than I was aware of.

I pushed open the doors and stepped inside, my heart racing with anticipation. What would I find in the Constellation Room? And what did he have planned for me? I glanced at him, but his expression was still unreadable, giving me no clues. I was on my own, and I had to be careful.

The room was pretty dark, with only a few faint lights flickering around the edges. The walls were made of this dark, shiny stone that seemed to suck up all the light, making the room feel even creepier.

The ceiling was lost in darkness, and it felt like we were standing at the bottom of a deep well or something. There was this big, circular platform in the middle of the room, surrounded by weird symbols and markings that seemed to glow with an eerie light.

Alpha Corvin spoke up, his voice low and kind of hypnotic. "Do you know how to read stars?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with this intense stare that made me feel uncomfortable. I shook my head, feeling a little nervous. "No, I've never been taught," I said.

He nodded. "It's an art," he said. "Not many people can do it, and even fewer are actually good at it." His words hung in the air, and I felt like there was something more to what he was saying, but I couldn't quite figure it out.

I tried to play it cool, but I was definitely feeling a little freaked out.

I stared at Alpha Corvin, trying to read his expression, but it was like trying to decipher a code. His face was a mask, revealing nothing. He poured some whitish powder onto my palms and a strange liquid that burned.

His eyes were fixed on the tiny stars that began swirling above my palm, and his fingers were curled into a tight fist as if he was holding back some kind of reaction.

The stars seemed to be responding to my thoughts, shifting and changing in a way that was both mesmerizing and unsettling. Some of them drifted apart, while others clung together, burning brighter. I had no idea what it meant, but it felt important like something was trying to tell me a secret.

Suddenly, Alpha Corvin exhaled sharply and waved his hand, dismissing the spell. The stars vanished, leaving my palm feeling empty and tingling. "You should get some rest," he said, his voice neutral, but with a hint of tension underneath.

I hesitated, feeling like there was more to it than that. "That's it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Alpha Corvin's gaze snapped to mine, his eyes piercing and intense. "What else were you expecting?" he asked, his tone clipped and controlled.

I clenched my fist, remembering the strange energy I'd sensed earlier. It was like there was a dark undercurrent running beneath the magic in this room, something that didn't feel quite right. "I don't know," I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady. "It felt... different."

Alpha Corvin studied me for a moment, then turned away, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings on the walls. "Go home, Erika," he said, his voice firm, but with a hint of warning underneath. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that I was being dismissed, that whatever had just happened was over and that I was no longer needed. But I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it, that something was waiting just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce.

Something about the way he said it sent a chill down my spine.

I swallowed, glancing once more at the enormous dome above us, where countless golden stars shimmered against the deep blue ceiling. It was mesmerizing, beautiful… yet it felt like a warning.

So I left.