All Chapters of TO DENY A LUNA: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

VELARA'S POV“Can you stop staring?” I blurt out, my voice sharper than I intended. Damon’s lingering gaze is making my skin crawl. I’m painfully aware of how I look. My stomach has softened, faint stretch marks trail along my hips, and my breasts no longer sit the way they once did. After carrying Kael, my body hasn’t bounced back. He, on the other hand, stands effortlessly radiant, like some sculpted model straight out of a fitness magazine, tanned skin stretched over hard muscle. I, in contrast, feel pale and disheveled beside him.“Does it really bother you that much?” he asks, unfazed.“Obviously. I wouldn’t have said anything if it didn’t,” I mutter and immediately turn away, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.“You’ve had a child. That doesn’t make you any less beautiful, Velara. Don’t hide from me,” Damon said, his voice low and calm, as he ducked beneath the warm cascade of the shower, letting the water rinse the last traces of s

VELARA'S POVAs soon as I slam on the brakes in the staff parking lot, a chaotic sight grips me with fury. My heart jumps into my throat as I see Noah forcefully trying to pull Selene away from Elysia. Selene, sobbing uncontrollably, clings to her mother’s clothes while several staff members struggle to restrain Noah. Without hesitation, I swing the car door open and let it bang shut behind me as I sprint toward them.“Noah, what the hell do you think you're doing?” I bark, my voice sharp and furious.Elysia lifts her head just as I reach her, and I immediately position myself between her and Noah, shielding her with my body. I notice the distress on her face and quickly murmur, “Take Selene inside, now.”Before Elysia can move, a woman stomps toward us, her heels clicking on the pavement. Her blonde hair is styled in soft waves, and her perfectly made-up face gives her the appearance of a woman straight from a magazine. At first glance, she looks like the ideal suburban wife. But the

VELARA'S POVA sharp ache pulses through my skull as Kylie studies me, her face drawn with concern. Her fingers reach out and press against the tender swelling on my forehead, only intensifying the pain with her curious touch.“There’s only a little blood,” she observes, eyes narrowing slightly. “But I bet that stings, huh?” she adds, giving it another gentle poke.A small laugh escapes me, but it sends a sharper wave of pain shooting through my head, forcing me to cradle it with both hands.“Yeah, no kidding. Maybe stop poking it and it’ll hurt less,” I mutter through a grimace.“Oh, crap! My bad,” Kylie chuckles, immediately drawing her hand back. “Hey, maybe you should shift. It might help the healing go faster?” she suggests with a hopeful tone.I slowly move my head from side to side, careful not to aggravate the persistent throb pulsing at my temples. The idea of shifting feels like a distant mountain I have no strength to climb. These days, the transformation takes too much out

VELARA'S POV"Are you seriously trying to outrank me right now?" Damon scoffed, disbelief thick in his voice."I'm not just trying," I answered firmly. "I am. If you go after him, Damon, it's only going to create more trouble. I don't want your pack turning against me before I've even officially become a part of it. Noah and his father are respected—both in your pack and across this entire city. The last thing I want is to enter this place by stirring chaos, especially not because he lashed out at me before realizing who I was."My words seemed to cut through his anger. Damon quieted, his shoulders easing as he crossed his arms over his chest. He shifted slightly and looked at me, considering what I'd said."So, you’re really my Luna?" he asked, his tone softer now, almost as if he was still trying to process everything."Just shut up and take me to my son," I replied, the urgency in my voice unshaken.He didn’t start the engine right away. Instead, Damon just kept staring at me, eyes

VELARA'S POVDamon’s voice sliced through the tense air, his tone sharp enough to still every breath in the room. “Confiscate their phones and prepare the custody paperwork.”The sudden order made Clarisse jolt upright, the legs of her chair scraping against the floor in a harsh protest. Her eyes narrowed, a mix of disbelief and indignation sparking in their depths. “Custody paperwork? What for?” she demanded, her voice carrying both challenge and unease.Beside her, Noah’s low, guttural growl rolled through the space like distant thunder, the kind that warns of an approaching storm. The sound was thick with hostility, but Damon didn’t so much as blink. His gaze remained unyielding, his words cold and precise. “Yes. Noah will officially relinquish every parental right over Selene to Elysia and will withdraw from the custody battle entirely. I expect every single document to be drawn up, signed, and filed before I return from the Alpha meeting.”Clarisse’s lips pressed into a hard line