All Chapters of The Golden Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cara's POV I woke to the sound of bustling servants, the echo of footsteps and hurried whispers filling the hall outside my chamber. It was my wedding day, I thought with a sinking feeling, bile rising in my throat as I stared at the ceiling above me. The morning passed in a blur, every second counting to prepare me for the afternoon. Dresses were draped over me, my hair tamed, my skin perfumed and powdered. Despite the short notice of the wedding, it went very smoothly, leading me to wonder just how long father had been planning this before he informed me. I was ready just in time because two servants came shortly after the maids left, their faces set in impassive masks as they led me to my father. I followed silently. As we entered the great hall, I stiffened, folding into myself at the sight of the small crowd that had already gathered. Steeling my nerves, I walked down to where my father was seated, and took the empty chair beside him, doing my best to ignore the eyes and whis

Cara’s POV : The rhythmic clopping of hooves against cobblestone punctuated the silence that had settled in the carriageHe sat opposite me, his face partly obscured by the shadow, his presence filling the cramped space between us. I studied his profile; the tightness in his jaw as he stared out the carriage at the blur of passing trees, lost in his own world. Did he regret taking me as a mate? Was he contemplating taking me back? Would my father allow it? “I regret wasting so much time and resources trying to fix whatever you are. You’ve brought nothing but disappointment to this family.” My father’s voice echoed in my head and I shut my eyes tightly in a desperate attempt to forget. He would never allow me return. I was stuck here, with Lucien Valen— completely at his mercy— and there was nothing I could do about it.Time passed slowly as we traveled deeper into the countryside where Lucien’s castle lay. Our arrival was heralded with the ring of a bell and my breath caught in m

Cara’s POVThe towering oak doors of the great castle closed behind me with a hollow thud, leaving me feeling dwarfed by the grandeur of the place. The air inside was cool, carrying the faint scent of polished wood and old stone. The hallway stretched endlessly in both directions, lit dimly by sconces that flickered as if unsure of their purpose. My eyes traced the intricate moldings and the high, arched ceilings, marveling at the undeniable resplendence of it all. Yet, there was something unmistakably sad about this place—a weight that clung to the very walls.The castle was beautiful, yes, but also lifeless. Flower vases lined the hallways, their ornate craftsmanship wasted on their emptiness. Some statues, which must have been majestic once, were shrouded in dusty white sheets, their forms reduced to mere silhouettes. The carpets beneath my feet were pristine, but the patterns felt outdated, like relics from a time when this place had known joy. Even the golden chandeliers above, t

The council chamber was stifling, filled with the murmur of discontented voices as the elders filed in and took their seats. Each one carried an air of authority, their expressions stern and expectant. I stood at the head of the long oak table, my back straight, arms folded behind me. Beside me, Sean stood like a sentinel, his presence steady and reassuring. My brother, Luke, leaned against the far wall, arms crossed but silent.Even before Elder Haverson, the oldest and most powerful of the councilmen, cleared his throat and began, the room was heavy with unspoken judgment.“Alpha Lucien,” he started, his tone clipped and laced with reproach. “We bid you welcome from your recent travels. However, we have learned you came with some concerning news, about decisions you have taken concerning the question of your Luna.”I cleared my throat and stepped forward. “Yes.”“So it is true then? You have taken some unknown girl as mate?” This came from Elder Marlow, a rail-thin woman with sharp

The fire in the hearth cast uneven shadows across the stone walls of my office. The flickering light was barely enough to make the stacks of papers on my desk legible, but I didn’t care. I had a wolf eyes. I could see in the dark just fine. Besides, there was nothing I really could do right now. The mountain of reports, requests, and demands could sit there for all I cared. It wasn’t as though anyone expected me to fix things overnight—not anymore.My hand rested on a letter I had half-read, the contents mattering little in the face of my troubles. The words blurred together, their meaning lost against the tide of memories that kept clawing their way to the surface. Lucy would have scolded me for ignoring the work piling up. Then she’d flash that smile, the one that made the worst days bearable, and she’d find some way to make the burden seem lighter.The ache in my chest deepened, the need for what was nearly overwhelming. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair, the leather cre