All Chapters of Alpha Damon's Unwanted Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damon's POV I didn't hear about it until later. My Beta, Caleb, stood in my office, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. "She fought Lena today." I frowned, looking up from the reports on my desk. "What?" "Rachel." He shifted his weight. "She went down to the training grounds and sparred with Lena. And she won." I set my own down slowly. "She won?" He gave a small nod. "Pinned her fair and square." I leaned back in my chair, letting the information settle. Rachel had fought one of my best warriors - and won. A flicker of something unfamiliar stirred in my chest. Pride? No. Frustration. She shouldn't have been fighting in the first place. "She could've gotten hurt," I muttered. Caleb shrugged. "Lena wasn't going easy on her, if that's what you're wondering. But Rachel held her own." I exhaled sharply. "Why the hell was she even down there?" "Seems she wanted to prove something." Caleb studied me. "And from what I saw, she did." I drummed my fingers

Rachel's POV The moonlight filtered through the tall windows of Damon's quarters, casting silver streaks across the room. The air was thick with tension. I sat in a chair, staring at my reflection in the ornate mirror in front of me. I had on another silk nightgown Francine had insisted I wear. It felt unfamiliar against my skin - delicate, almost too intimate. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for. Damon and I still hadn't spoken much to each other. He kept disappearing into his duties, but his presence was like a ghostly shadow that loomed over me even when he wasn't in the room. But tonight felt different. I sensed his approach before I even heard his footsteps. The door swung open, and there he was - still dressed in his formal black shirt, the sleeves rolled up as if he had just come from another meeting. His expression was unreadable, but there was something beneath the surface. Something unsettled. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, h

Damon's POV The midday sun hung high in the sky, casting harsh light over the training grounds as I stood with Caleb, reviewing the latest security reports. The tension in the air had been thick since the wedding, but today, it was razor-sharp. "We've doubled patrols since the rogue's capture," Caleb said, his expression grim. "There hasn't been any direct sign of Vaughn's men crossing into our land, but the scouts picked up unusual movements near the southern border. Too coordinated to be random strays." I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders to shake off the stiffness creeping into them. The southern border had always been one of our weaker points - dense forests, uneven terrain, too many blind spots. If someone was planning an attack, that's exactly where they would strike. "Then we're not waiting for them to make the first move," I said, my voice steady. "We take a unit out now and see what the hell is lurking in our shadows." Caleb gave a sharp nod. "I'll assemble ou

Damon's POV I barely heard Caleb's voice as he spoke beside me, his words drowned out by the pounding in my head. I was restless. Irritable. My muscles ached as if I'd be been in a fight longer than I had yesterday, but I knew that wasn't the cause. Something was off. "...should double patrols near the southern border," Caleb was saying. "If Vaughn's men were spotted anywhere near our land, we can't take any risks." I dragged a hand down my face, trying to force my focus back to the issue at hand. "Make it happen" Caleb hesitated. "Damon, are you even listening?" I exhaled sharply and met his gaze. "I heard you." "Then why do you look like you haven't slept in days?" I rolled my shoulders, ignoring the tension coiling at the base of my spine. "Because I haven't." It wasn't just exhaustion. It was something deeper, something clawing beneath the surface of my skin, restless and demanding. My wolf was pacing, agitated, and I had no explanation for why. Caleb studied

Rachel's POV The moon was impossibly bright, casting silver light across the forest clearing behind the pack house. My skin prickled with awareness, an unbearable heat spreading through my veins, pulsing in time with the mate bond. I clutched my arms, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The pull was stronger than ever, a force neither of us could ignore anymore. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me, her instincts demanding that I surrender. "You can't fight this, Rachel," she whispered. "Not tonight." But I had been fighting it. I had been resisting the pull from the moment I stepped into this pack, from the moment I was forced into this marriage. And yet, standing here under the full moon's glow, with Damon just a few feet away, my resolve felt dangerously close to breaking. I turned to look at him. He stood still, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched like he was fighting his own internal war. The moon's light caught in his dark hair, highlighting the sharp