All Chapters of The Luna's Redemption: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Georgina Sinclair's POV:By the time the gates of the estate come into view, the sun is starting to dip lower in the sky and smearing burnt orange and gold across the horizon like some melancholy painting. The drive has taken longer than expected because of traffic, rain and my own scattered thoughts. It all conspires to stretch the day to its limit.I drive through the iron gates without much thought. The guards are already familiar with my car. The gravel crunches beneath the wheels while the mansion looms in front of me. It looks grand, cold and distant in a way that doesn't bring me any comfort now. It should feel like home. It should be a place where I can finally breathe.But today... Today it feels heavy.I step out of the car and stretch my back with a quiet wince. Then I grab my purse. The main doors open before I even reach the stairs. One of the household staff is already anticipating my arrival. I don't say much and just gives them a small nod of acknowledgement. I'm too

Georgina Sinclair's POV:The next morning arrives in a quiet stillness. It's the kind that lingers on the edge of something unresolved. My schedule is mercifully empty today. There are no gatherings, no visitors and I do not have to smile merely for show.I am enjoying a cup of chamomile tea slowly while curled up in an armchair by the window with my leg tucked under me. I am also observing the grey sky cover the estate like a mood. There is a storm brewing. I can sense it in my bones. Or maybe it is just the aftermath of yesterday.Either way, I want to go out. I need some fresh air and not the kind of air from this suffocating mansion. Maybe I can go somewhere where the shopkeepers are being too nosy to care, to smell a lot of scents that don't remind me of betrayal and to feel some soft fabrics where I can run my fingers through. Maybe I need some little shopping therapy to distract myself.I should probably ask Ver to accompany me. I make a mental note to call her in an hour and a

Georgina Sinclair's POV:The next few days unfold with a strange stillness that puts me on edge more than chaos ever could.Danica is still around and flitting through the hallways like a cursed melody that never stops repeating. But she doesn't provoke me like before. Not directly. She just tosses out her little barbs wrapped in sugar but then she glides away before I can draw blood. Like she's been advised to play nice.But I don't care. Not really.Not when there's so much for me to do as the Luna of this pack. I have meetings with the inner circle. I work on strengthening the border defenses. I sometimes visit the infirmary to make sure the healers have everything they need for the winter season. I see the children in the southern wing for their monthly evaluations. I also spend long and quiet hours in the strategy room while going over the old records of past Lunas to see their choices and their mistakes.Because I don't plan to repeat them.I don't have the time to obsess over R

Georgina Sinclair's POV:I freeze.The name coils around my spine like ice and stealing the warmth from Old Keith's bitter tea that is left behind in my tongue. I don't speak for a moment. My mind tries to place the right reason, the right excuse or any valid logic for why Alpha Marius Peddleton is inside our home.The two guards exchange a wary glance when I don"t move. One of them clears his throat and gestures again toward the south hall as if that would make this absurd reality more digestible."Luna, he's seated near the hearth." the younger one said. "He requested tea."Requested, huh?I nod my head once and then dismiss them with a flick of my fingers. My feet begin moving before my mind fully catches up. I know I should take a detour and inform someone that we have a predator under our roof. But something I don't want to name pulls me forward.By the time I step into the wide archway of the south hall, I'm calm and composed.And there he is.Alpha Marius lounges in one of the

Georgina Sinclair's POV:Later that night, the house has finally quieted down. There are no footsteps, no clinking dishes and no forced laughter from the dining room. It is just the low hum of the wind moving through the trees beyond the estate grounds.I sit in bed with the covers drawn over my legs and flipping through today's report on the Silver Project's inventory logistics. I should be tired after the long day and after that infuriating lunch. I should be exhausted after enduring Danica's hollow performance and Ryan's forced diplomacy. But instead, I am wired and my mind won't settle.The glow from my tablet reflects faintly off the walls until a vibration buzzes from my nightstand. There is a message. Then I arch a brow and reach for my phone. The screen lights up with an unknown number.(Unknown Number: Have you decided to sign the contract, Luna Georgina? Or do you enjoy making me wait?)I stare at the message.I never expected to receive a message from him.Also, I don't nee