All Chapters of Alpha Damon's Unwanted Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rachel's POV The battlefield was silent. Vaughn's body lay motionless, his eyes wide but unseeing. The dark power that had wrapped around him like an armor was gone - dissipated into nothing. It was over. But I... I could barely stand. A sharp, searing pain tore through my body, radiating from the deep gashes in my side. Vaughn's final attack had landed. My vision blurred at the edges, and I felt my legs falter. Strong arms caught me before I collapsed. Damon. His grip was unyielding, his breathing harsh. I could feel his hands pressing against my wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "Rachel, stay with me." I wanted to answer, but my throat was tight, my body trembling from shock and pain. Was this how it was all going to end for me? Damon's voice was a mixture of rage and desperation. "Why the hell would you do that? You -" His words faltered, and for the first time, I saw something in his eyes that wasn't anger. Fear. Fear of losing me. I managed a weak smil

Rachel's POV The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, caring long shadows across the quiet room. My body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and pain, but the worst of it had passed. The unbearable agony that had once threatened to pull me under had faded to a dull ache, leaving me fragile but alive. I was alive. The realization should have felt like a victory, but all I could think about was the war we had just survived. About the blood, the loss, and the weight of everything Vaughn had taken from us. A rustling sound by the door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned my head slowly, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. Cole stood there, his broad shoulders tense, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then, before I could even attempt to sit up, Cole was at my bedside, his movements quick but careful, as if he feared I might break. His eyes - so much like mine - scanned my face, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite name

Damon's POV The scent of blood had faded, but its memory still clung to the air like a ghost. The pack was healing, but the unease hadn't left me. Something still didn't sit right. I stood outside the pack house, watching warriors move across the training grounds. Some were still bandaged, bearing the wounds of Vaughn's attack. Others carried the weight of the dead in their eyes. Caleb approached, his expression grim. "I've been going through the security records again." He held up a stack of reports. "There's no doubt about it. Someone inside the pack manipulated our defenses." I clenched my jaw. "Tell me everything." He handed me a report. "This is the patrol schedule that was distributed to the warriors before the attack. And this -" He pulled out another. "- is the real schedule. Look at the differences." I scanned the pages. The gaps in security. The redirected shifts. "These weren't mistakes." "No," Caleb confirmed. "And they weren't last minute changes either. So

Damon's POV I found Maya in the gardens, where the moonlight barely touched the earth. She stood near the fountain, the soft trickle of water the only sound between us. She turned as I approached, her face an unreadable mask. "Damon." Her voice was steady, too steady. As if she already knew why I was here. I didn't stop until I was only a few feet away, close enough to see the tension in her shoulders, the slight shift in her stance. She wasn't afraid - not yet. "Why?" My voice came out colder than I intended. Maya didn't pretend to be confused. She tilted her head, her lips curving into something that wasn't quite a smile. "You'll have to be more specific." I let the silence stretch, let it press against her like the weight of my rage. "You betrayed this pack," I said finally. "You sabotaged our defenses, you helped Vaughn, and you nearly got Rachel killed." Her jaw tightened, but she didn't deny it. I took a step closer. "I trusted you." The words burned on my tong

Damon's POV The weight of everything still lingered. Even though the battle was over, the scars it left behind weren't so easily forgotten. I stood on the balcony outside my office, overlooking the pack house courtyard. The warriors who had survived were regrouping, the injured recovering, and the dead... honored, but gone. The air smelled of rain, fresh and cleansing, but it couldn't wash away the lingering tension in my chest. Maya's betrayal. Rachel's near death. The way my pack had turned against her when she needed them the most. I clenched my jaw, gripping the railing so tightly my knuckles turned white. I had sworn to protect my pack, but I had failed to protect my own mate from the people who were supposed to stand by her side. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Caleb stepped in, his expression unreadable. "We need to talk." I turned to face him, crossing my arms. "What is it?" He exhaled sharply. "The council elders want a meeting. They're c