All Chapters of Alpha Damon's Unwanted Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rachel's POV I woke to the warmth of Damon's body beside me, his steady breathing a reminder of the bond we had finally completed under the full moon. My wolf purred in contentment, but my mind was still tangled in uncertainty. There was no time to dwell on that, though. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet moment. "Alpha," Caleb's urgent voice rang through the room. "You need to come now. There's been a breach." Damon was already moving before I could fully process what was happening. He sat up, his muscles tense, and his presence instantly commanding. "What kind of breach?" Caleb hesitated. "A group of rogues crossed into our borders - but they didn't attack. They surrendered." My brows furrowed as I reached for my robe, pulling it tightly around me. "They surrendered?" That didn't make sense. Rogues didn't just give up - not unless they had an angle. Damon's eyes darkened. "Why would they do that?" Caleb shifted uncomfortably. "They have a message from Vaughn..

Rachel's POV The shift in the pack was subtle at first. Averted gazes. Conversations that halted the moment I entered a room. Warriors who once offered nods of respect now barely acknowledged me. I ignored it at first, convincing myself that I was just imagining things. That I was just being paranoid. But the further the day stretched on, the more undeniable it became. Something was wrong. I stood in the training grounds, gripping my water flask tightly as I observed the warriors wrapping up their morning drills. Normally, they would have dispersed in groups, some joking, others strategizing. But today, they lingered in tight clusters, speaking in hushed tones. And whenever they glanced my way, their expressions weren't exactly friendly. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. It was Maya. It had to be. After everything that had happened - the full moon, completing the bond, the rogue attack - Damon and I barely had time to breathe. And that was exactly what she had

Rachel's POV The moment I stepped into the training grounds, the air shifted. Warriors who had been speaking in low, hushed voiced turned silent. Their gazes flickered toward me, then away just as quickly, as if my presence alone was an unwelcome distraction. I swallowed hard and forced myself to walk forward, keeping my shoulders squared. I wasn't imagining this. I had felt it growing for more than just a short while now - the tension, the hesitation, the way some pack members barely acknowledged me. And after the last attack, it had only gotten worse. Two warriors were sparring nearby, their movements sharp and aggressive. I recognized one of them - Jeremy, a seasoned fighter who had always been respectful before. As I passed, he stopped mid-swing and turned toward his partner. "If we had a real Luna, maybe this pack wouldn't be crumbling from the inside," he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. A slow, burning anger twisted in my stomach. I halted in my tracks. "W

Vaughn's POV The scent of blood and damp earth clung to the air, mixing with the acrid smoke curling from the fire pit. I stood at the edge of the clearing, my eyes scanning the restless figures gathered before me. My warriors - those who had sworn to follow me, to reclaim what had been stolen. But tonight, there was no need for rousing speeches. No need for empty promises. They all knew what was coming. I turned to my second-in-command, a burly wolf named Axel, who stood with his arms crossed. "Tell me," I murmured. "How secure are they?" Axel's grin was slow and cruel. "Not as secure as they think." The reports had been coming in steadily - details about the Moon Stone Pack's defenses, their patrol rotations, their weak spots. I didn't question where the information came from; I didn't care. Someone inside was feeding me exactly what I needed - probably still Maya - and that was enough. "They're slipping," Axel continued. "Their warriors are on edge, their Luna

Rachel's POV The battlefield was a blur of snarling wolves, clashing claws, and the sickening scent of blood. I barely had time to process anything - only react. A rogue lunged at me. I twisted just in time, my dagger slicing across his chest. He staggered back, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Because for every rogue I struck down, another took its place. We were heavily outnumbered. And Vaughn knew it. I caught a glimpse of him at the edge of the chaos, standing there with that infuriating smirk, watching like he had already won. A deep growl rumbled in my chest. Not a chance! I turned just as another rogue charged at me. I raised my dagger - too slow. He tackled me to the ground, his claws tearing into my shoulder. Pain exploded through me. I gasped, struggling beneath his weight, my muscles screaming in protest. Then - a blur of black fur. Damon. His massive form collided with the rogue, ripping him off me in a violent fury of claws and teeth. I scramble