Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 132: The Luna’s First Child

**Alpha Corvin's POV**

After walking for a bit, we reached the constellation room, the double doors opening.

As Erika stepped into the Constellation Room, I could sense a faint nervousness in her step. She was hesitant and not quite good at hiding it. The silence in the room was somewhat eerie, broken only by the sound of our footsteps echoing off the dark stone walls. Erika's eyes darted around the room, taking in the strange, glowing symbols on the walls. She looked uneasy, and I could feel her unease radiating off her. I wondered if she was uneasy because of my wife's warning or because she was in this strange room.

I watched her as she glanced at the celestial markings on the walls. The symbols seemed to shift and glow in the dim light like they were trying to tell her something. I could see the wonder in her eyes, mixed with a little fear. She had no idea what this place could do, or what kind of power it held. I wondered how much of the prophecy she had really absorbed or if she knew anything about it at all and how much she understood about the destiny that was waiting for her. She couldn't possibly know the full extent of it, not yet. But I was about to test her, not to see how she would react to the secrets this room held, but to see if the prophecy was about Erika and not Elara.

To see if my wife had been lying to me for several years.

If she had been lying, who was even the father? The subconscious thought lay itself in my mind just then.

I looked at Erika, my voice low and calm, and asked, "Do you know how to read stars?" I was watching her closely, trying to see if she had any idea what I was talking about. She shook her head, her eyes darting away from mine like she was nervous. "No, I've never been taught," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I could hear the uncertainty in her tone, and it made me wonder if she was really ready for this.

I leaned in a bit, my eyes locked on hers, and said, "It's an art that not many people can do, and even fewer are good at it." I wanted her to feel the weight of what we were doing, to understand that this was a big deal. I could see the doubt in her eyes, and it made me want to push her a bit more. I took a pinch of the whitish powder and poured it into her hands. "Let's see if you're ready," I said, trying to sound calm.

As I added a liquid to the powder, Erika flinched, her eyes widening in surprise. The liquid burned, and she tensed up, her hands clenching into fists. But she didn't cry out, and I could see in her that she was trying to be brave, even though she was scared. I felt a pang of admiration for her.

The stars above her hand began to swirl and move like they were dancing in the air. Erika's eyes were fixed on them, her face filled with wonder. She looked like she was seeing magic for the first time.

I held my breath, watching her closely. Her thoughts were all over the place like she was trying to process everything that was happening. She was struggling to control the power that was rising up inside her, but she was also kind of... glowing. It was like she was radiating an energy that was both captivating and a little scary. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that she was more powerful than I had thought.

Power to save or destroy... The words echoed in my mind once more.

The stars grew brighter. Some of them flared, burning fiercely, and I found myself tightening my jaw. There was something unsettling about the energy she was releasing, something ancient.

I exhaled sharply, my control slipping for just a second as I dismissed the spell with a wave of my hand. The stars vanished as quickly as they appeared, leaving Erika’s hand cold and empty.

“You should get some rest,” I said, my tone neutral, but I couldn’t help but let a note of caution slip through.

She hesitated, looking at me with those sharp eyes of hers. “That’s it?” Her voice was steadier than I expected, but I knew she was hiding something—uncertainty, perhaps.

“What else were you expecting?” I snapped, my patience thinning, though I tried to keep it controlled. She was growing into something more than I had anticipated, and I wasn’t sure whether that was a good or bad thing.

Her hand clenched into a fist, and I noticed the way she breathed in sharply, trying to steady herself. She wasn’t as calm as she wanted me to believe.

“It felt... different,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

I studied her for a long moment. I had to keep my face neutral, to keep her from reading me, but inside, I felt the stirrings of something I couldn’t fully explain. There was something more to her, something that made my instincts scream louder than I’d ever wanted them to.

“I know,” I said, I was still holding onto the thread of control, but it was slipping with every passing moment.

“Go home, Erika,” I said firmly, knowing that she was no longer just the innocent pawn I had once thought. This ritual had revealed too much, and now, I needed her gone before I could process everything.

I felt her hesitation, but I gave her no room to question me. She needed to leave, needed time to figure out what she was becoming, even if I wasn’t ready to face it.

As she turned to leave, I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal I felt within me. The prophecy had never been about Elara. It was about her.

The Luna's first child…