All Chapters of Alpha Damon's Unwanted Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damon's POV The hall was already filling with guests by the time Caleb and I arrived. My father stood near the front, speaking in hushed tones with a few high ranking members of the pack. As soon as he spotted me, his gaze swept over me in silent scrutiny before giving a curt nod, satisfied that I had made it on time. I straightened my suit jacket, rolling my shoulders. Everything about this event felt suffocating - the sheer number of people, the weight of expectation pressing down on me, and the knowledge that within the next hour, I would be bound to Rachel in a way that couldn't be undone. Caleb, standing beside me, exhaled. "We made it." "Barely." My eyes flicked across the hall. Faces blurred together, none of them particularly interesting - except for one. Maya. She stood near the middle of the hall, her back stiff, her hands clenched at her sides. She wasn't even trying to conceal her fury. When our eyes met, hers darkened with resentment. If she thought I was goi

Damon's POV The ceremony was over. Rachel stood at my side, her face unreadable as the final guests filed out of the hall. The moment we had exchanged vows played in my mind on a loop, but I shoved the thoughts aside. It was done. The alliance was sealed. I should have felt a sense of accomplishment. Relief, even. Instead, there was something gnawing at me - something I couldn't quite name. Then, I felt it before I saw her. Maya. She was a storm brewing just beyond my line of sight. I turned my head slightly, just in time to see her approaching with sharp, determined steps. "You actually did it," she hissed under her breath. "You married her." I clenched my jaw. "Now's not the time, Maya." Her blue eyes burned with fury. "When exactly is the time, Damon? When will you stop pretending that this -" she gestured vaguely toward Rachel, who was distracted by a conversation with Francine, "- means nothing to you?" "It does mean nothing," I said coldly. "It was necessary.

Damon's POV Sleep never came. I sat at my desk, fingers steepled as I stared at the security report Caleb had delivered. The words blurred together, but the message was clear - our men had spotted faint tracks along the northern border. No confirmed sighting, but enough to suggest movement. Enough to suggest Vaughn's men had been there. My jaw clenched. That rogue's words from the day of the wedding echoed in my mind. Vaughn knows about your little arrangement, Alpha. Of course he did. A sharp knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called. Caleb stepped inside, his expression as grim as ever. "He's not talking." I didn't need to ask who. The rogue we captured had been locked up for over a day now, yet he refused to say anything more than that cryptic warning. I pushed back from my desk and stood. "Then we'll make him talk." The scent of damp stone and sweat filled the underground cells beneath the packhouse. The rogue sat on a cot inside his c

Damon's POV I barely looked at Rachel as I left the room. Not because I didn't notice her. Not because I didn't hear the edge in her voice or see the way her chin lifted in quiet defiance. But because if I did - if I gave in to whatever pull was forming between us - I might make a mistake. And I couldn't afford mistakes. I walked down the dimly lit corridors of the packhouse, my footsteps barely making a sound. The weight of the day pressed against me, heavier than it should have been. A marriage that I never wanted. A pack watching my every move. And the lingering threat of Vaughn lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opening. Caleb was already waiting in my office when I arrived. He stood near the window, arms crossed, his expression tense. I shut the door behind me. "Tell me." He turned, his eyes sharp. "The rogue hasn't said anything new. No threats, no taunts. Just silence." I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders. "That doesn't sit right." "Exactly," Caleb

Rachel's POV Morning came too soon. I barely slept, my mind tangled in knots over the conversation - or lack of one - I had with Damon. I had expected our marriage to be cold, but I hadn't expected it to feel like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing one wrong move could send me plummeting. By the time the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, I gave up on trying to sleep. With Damon still absent - most likely handling whatever security threat Beta Caleb had warned him about - I got dressed and decided to make myself useful. I needed to find my place here. I had spent enough time being a pawn in my father's game, and I refused to let myself become one in Damon's. I stepped out of the Alpha's private quarters, making my way downstairs to the main area of the pack house. The halls were quieter than I expected, but the moment I reached the dining hall, hushed voices and stolen glances made it clear that I was being watched. Some people averted their