All Chapters of To Kill a Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

After my confrontation with Lucian, the days blur, slipping through my fingers like water. The Eclipse celebration looms ahead, and with it, the unraveling of everything I once called mine.Both of my mates are wrapped around Rosalina like silk—adoring, attentive, perfect. They argue over dresses and stylists, over whether her curls should fall loose or be pinned in a crown. She’s pampered like the heroine of some saccharine fairytale, a beloved Luna in waiting. I try not to see it. I focus on what I can control.The preparations keep me grounded. Speeches to draft, guests to charm, gifts to prepare. Each detail is a shield against the slow bleeding of my heart. I cling to the illusion of influence—because while the pack still sees me as Luna, their respect isn’t deep enough to shelter me. Not when the bond they worship pulls in another direction.

“Nara,” she breathes softly, her voice carefully modulated with sweetness. “I was wondering where you'd disappeared to.”“Rosalina,” I reply, my voice cool, carefully controlled. My gaze sharpens, openly unwelcoming.She comes closer, pausing just a little way from me, tilting her head innocently. “I couldn’t help but notice you've been quite busy tonight. Dancing, whispering into ears…making friends.” Her eyes, wide and falsely curious, watch me closely. "I hope you've enjoyed yourself."“It's called socializing,” I reply evenly. “I'm sure you're familiar with the concept.”Rosalina’s mouth curves into a gentle, amused smile, her eyes briefly sharpening with something darker. &ldq

I gasp. “Excuse me?”His grip on my arms loosens slightly. Reflexively, I tighten mine. He smirks—slow, knowing. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing to me, even when I can’t begin to make sense of it myself. There’s something unspoken in the air between us, a pull I’ve never felt with anyone else. It knocks me off balance, leaves my composure hanging by a thread.I steel myself, forcing the walls of ice around my heart to hold. I can’t afford warmth. Not when it comes from hands like his—hands that feel like fire sinking into my skin.I glare. He chuckles, low and rich.“Come now, Luna,” he murmurs, voice dipped in quiet disdain. “Don’t tell me you truly want to stay in a pack so eager to

Silas’s smile is devilish—roguish, even. My words sound like a finality I can’t take back, but strangely, there’s no panic. No fear.He steps closer, invading my space, his face dipping to my neck as he whispers in my ear.“You won’t regret this.”I think I’m imagining the relief in his voice. Maybe it’s just a reflection of mine. But then he steps back just as quickly, putting space between us. He releases my hand—and for the first time, I don’t feel the need to take it back. Don’t feel the need to cling to him out of fear he’ll vanish before I can understand what this is.I just told him I’d be his Luna. I can trust he won’t stray far.

Damian stares at me, jaw slack, as if the words haven’t fully registered yet. Behind him, Rosalina begins to cry—soft, trembling sobs, timed just perfectly with my outburst. Her shoulders quake delicately.Of course.Lucian slips through the stunned crowd, eyes scanning between us. Without hesitation, he places a hand on Rosalina’s back and gently steers her in, folding her into his chest like some wounded bird.I scoff. Loud enough for him to hear it.My movements are slow. Intentional. I lift my left hand, letting the light catch on the ring now adorning it—sharp, golden, and impossible to miss. A murmur builds around us, the air thick with unease.“I’ve found someone,” I say clearl