Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 131: Erika's Birth Star

**Alpha Corvin’s POV**

I had a feeling that something was off about Erika. As I watched her, I realized that she was really strong, not just physically, but in other ways too. It was like she had a deep inner power that she couldn't even explain. I saw her fight and it was amazing - she moved with a speed and precision that was like a wild animal.

I kept thinking about this prophecy that had been going around. It was supposed to be about Elara, but the more I looked at Erika, the more I thought it might be about her instead. The prophecy said that the Luna's first daughter, born under a rare celestial event, would have the power to either save or destroy. It was a lot of pressure, and I had always thought it would be Elara who had to deal with it. But now I wasn't so sure.

Erika looked a lot like my wife, which was weird. It was like she had inherited her eyes and her whole personality. But there was something more to her, something that set her apart from her mom and Elara. It was like she had a spark inside her, a potential that was just waiting to be unleashed.

I was confused about all of this. Part of me was excited to see what Erika could do, but another part of me was scared. I didn't know what it meant, or what was going to happen. All I knew was that I needed to figure out the truth about Erika and what was going on with her.

I could not afford to let the prophecy be about her and not my daughter. That was going to cause mutiny in the pack.

At first, I told myself it was a trick of perception. A shared family resemblance, nothing more.

But then I started digging.

For three years, I followed every lead I could find. I searched through old records and questioned those who had known my wife and her sister in their youth. I traced back every whisper, every inconsistency.

I never found a confession. Not outright.

But I found enough.

Enough to know that there was a secret buried deep within my own household. One my wife had gone to great lengths to keep hidden.

And I was not a man who tolerated secrets.

So I took matters into my own hands. I sought out a sorcerer, one who specialized in celestial readings, one who could help me unravel the truth hidden within Erika’s stars. If she truly was the child of the prophecy—if she was not simply strong-willed but something greater—then I needed to know.

I needed proof.

Tonight, I will have it.

I had arranged for Erika to meet me in the Constellation Room. The final test awaited her. A ritual designed to draw out what lay dormant.

But before I could proceed, I had one last thing to do.

On my way, I stopped by my wife’s chambers. There was something I needed to discuss with her first, about Elara.

But just as I reached for the door, I heard the murmur of voices. Low and urgent, they sent a shiver down my spine. My wife's voice, and Erika's, intertwined in a hushed conversation. I froze, my hand hovering over the handle, as I strained to listen.

"...You must not go into the Constellation Room without Alpha Corvin," my wife warned, her tone firm and commanding. I felt a spark of curiosity ignite within me.

What was it that my wife feared Erika would discover in the Constellation Room? What secrets lay hidden behind those doors, and why was my wife so determined to keep Erika from uncovering them? My eyes narrowed, my mind racing with questions, as I stood there, poised on the threshold, wondering what I would find if I were to enter the room uninvited.

I did not move, did not make a sound. I simply stood there, listening, waiting.

But there was nothing more.

A moment later, I heard the soft rustle of movement and the quiet shuffle of footsteps approaching the door.

I stepped back, smoothing my expression just as it opened.

Erika halted.

For the briefest second, something flickered in her gaze. Surprise. Hesitation. But then it was gone, replaced by her usual guarded expression.

I kept my face neutral. I would not give her reason to suspect I had heard anything at all.

“Walk with me,” I said.

She hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward.

As we walked, I asked, “What was my wife discussing with you?” My voice was casual, but I watched her closely.

Erika was clever but not yet skilled at hiding her thoughts. She was calculating her answer, deciding how much to reveal.

Then she said, “She wanted to congratulate me on my progress. That was all.”

A well-placed lie.

I did not call her on it. Instead, I merely nodded and continued walking.