The Exiled Luna 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Zara's pov I froze at the top of the stairs, watching in horror as Mia tumbled down. She hit the floor with a sickening thud, a deep claw mark across her chest bleeding uncontrollably. My hands trembled, clutching the pregnancy test results I had fought so hard to hide. Panic consumed me, and before I could stop it, my wolf had surfaced. My claws had struck her. My sister. Ryker, my mate the one I had loved since childhood, the one I had always dreamed of standing beside—was by Mia’s side in an instant. His face was a storm of fury, his jaw clenched as his piercing eyes locked onto mine. In that moment, he wasn’t just my Alpha, the leader of our pack; he was the man I had spent my whole life longing for, trusting, and cherishing. But the words he spoke shattered me. “What have you done, Zara?” he roared, his voice echoing with raw anger. “How could you be so cruel?” I flinched as though he had struck me. His accusation, his disbelief in me, cut deeper than any wound ever could.

Zara’s pov As soon as Ryker stormed out, slamming the door, the silence felt suffocating. I stood there, heart breaking all over again. “I knew it,” I said softly to Luna Diana. “He never loved me—just saw me as a friend. I thought I was different, but I was wrong.” Luna Diana's expression softened, allowing me to continue. “Even when we were younger, I convinced myself it wasn’t personal. But now, I see he never really saw me. And now…” I touched my stomach, where our child grew. “I need to leave this pack,” I said firmly. “Not just for me, but for my baby. If I stay, we won’t survive.” Luna Diana’s eyes widened, but she nodded. “What do you need, Zara?” “I have some savings from part-time work when i was in the university. It’s not much, but it’s a start. I just need help getting to the human world, somewhere I can hide and raise my baby.” After a long moment, she sighed. “I’ll help you. There’s someone I know at an art institution looking for someone with dance e

Zara's povThe rest of the flight passed in a blur, my thoughts consumed by the frozen bank account. I couldn’t relax, couldn’t enjoy the fleeting sense of calm that Adrian’s company had offered. I kept replaying the notification in my mind, the words administrative action echoing like a warning bell. Someone had deliberately blocked my access to the money I needed to survive here. I fought the urge to open my phone again, to check for any updates, but I couldn’t afford to let my guard down. There were too many unanswered questions. Who had the power to freeze my account? And why now, of all times? As the plane began its descent, I made a mental list of people who might be involved. Ryker was an obvious suspect—he was always protective of me, but his need for control had pushed him to do some dangerous things in the past. Then there was Mia, whose relationship with me had become more strained with each passing year. But no matter how hard I tried to think it through, there was one

Zara's pov Adrian didn’t let go of my hand as we slipped out of the alley, keeping a brisk but unhurried pace as we headed back toward my apartment. My heart was still racing, but I forced myself to breathe slowly, trying to stay calm. “We need a plan,” Adrian said, his voice steady but firm. “If this guy or whoever’s behind this is following you, you can’t just wait around for them to make their next move.” I nodded, my mind already working through the possibilities. “I need to find out who froze my account. That’s where this started.” Adrian hesitated. “That could be risky. If it’s connected to someone who doesn’t want you here…” “I don’t have a choice,” I interrupted. “That account is all I have. Without it, I’m stuck.” He frowned, clearly weighing the risks, but eventually nodded. “Okay. But we’re not doing this alone.” “Who else would help?” I asked, scepticism colouring my tone. Adrian smirked. “You’d be surprised. I know a guy who’s good with… digital problems.”

Zara's pov Adrian’s gaze was steady as he sat across from me at the small kitchen table, his hands folded in front of him. His green eyes glimmered with determination, but there was an unspoken promise he didn’t dare voice yet. “Zara,” he began, his voice low but resolute, “I want you to come with me to my pack.” I blinked, startled by the offer. “What?” He leaned forward slightly, his presence commanding yet comforting. “My pack is strong, loyal, and far from the mess Ryker has dragged you into. You could start over there—live like the queen you’re meant to be. No fear, no running, just freedom.” His words hung in the air, tempting and sweet. For a moment, I let myself imagine it: a life surrounded by wolves who would respect and protect me, a place where I could reconnect with the part of myself I’d been forced to suppress for so long. But then the memories surged back—the rejection, the pain, the severed bond with my wolf when Ryker had cast me aside like I was nothing.