All Chapters of CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aurelia's point of viewThe door clicked shut behind me.I backed away from Grayson, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat.“I told you no,” I hissed, voice shaking.He stalked forward, the gleam in his eyes no longer playful. The predator had dropped the mask. His footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor as he moved toward me again.“You think I care what you told me?” he murmured, gripping my wrist. “You’ve been teasing me for two years, little wolf. You owe me.”“I owe you nothing,” I spat.But he didn’t stop.His hands moved to the collar of my blouse, and I jerked away, but he shoved me roughly against the desk. My elbow hit the edge and pain lanced through my arm.“No one says no to me,” he growled in my ear.I struggled beneath him, panic flooding my chest. “Let me go! Someone will hear!”He chuckled. “That’s the idea.”The door burst open.The sharp clack of heels was followed by a gasp sharp enough to slice through the tension.“What the hell is going

Aurelia's point of viewThe harsh white light of the pack hospital felt like it was burning my eyes as I slowly blinked awake. My head throbbed, every breath a reminder of the pain that lingered deep inside me. For a moment, the sterile smell and humming quietness confused me, where was I? The fear, the trial, the branding. They all danced at the edges of my memory, sharp and cruel.A soft voice cut through the haze. “Ms. Aurelia, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”I turned my head slowly, every movement sending a sharp pang through my ribs. A woman in a healer’s robe stood by my bedside, eyes gentle but lined with concern.“Kael and Sera… are they safe?” I whispered, my throat raw and brittle.“They’re fine,” she replied with a faint smile. “And Lilian is safe too. She’s been helping us look after the little ones.”Relief rushed through me like a crashing tide, stealing my breath and replacing it with tears I hadn’t expected. My fingers twitched, desperate to reach for my children.

Silas's point of viewI stood by the hospital window, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant tree line of Grayson’s territory. The morning sun glared through the panes, but all I could see was the image of her—Aurelia, pale and broken, lying in that hospital bed with our children huddled beside her. The brand on her arm was still seared into my memory. 579. A number. That’s what they had reduced her to.Dalton, my beta, hovered behind me. His silence had stretched long, but I knew he wouldn’t hold his tongue forever.“We’re ready to leave, Alpha,” he said finally, his voice careful. “Just give the word.”I didn’t turn around. “Not yet.”A beat of silence. “We’ve overstayed our welcome. Grayson’s pack isn’t exactly thrilled with our presence. We’re deep in foreign territory, and if anything happens to you—”“I said not yet.” My voice came out sharper than intended.Dalton didn’t flinch. “Then tell me what the hell you’re planning.”I turned to face him, jaw clenched. “A lesson. One th

Aurelia's point of viewI had sworn never to see him again.Never to breathe the same air, never to speak his name, never to allow the ghost of Silas Blackthorn to crawl beneath my skin again.And yet here I was, sitting in a sterile guest room in Grayson's pack, clutching a blanket too thin to warm the cold that had settled into my bones. Silas was outside, likely speaking to his Beta or preparing to leave this place. I didn’t want to go with him. I didn’t want to be near him. But I had no choice.My son needed help, and Silas was the only one who could provide it now.I hadn’t come willingly. I was being dragged by necessity and the aching, gnawing desperation that only a mother could understand. My boy needed care beyond what this decaying pack could offer. The disease

Aurelia's point of viewThe room was quiet, save for the faint creak of the wooden floor beneath my boots. I stood in the center of the dormitory, my hands trembling slightly as I folded the last of my son’s clothes and tucked them into the frayed burlap bag that had become our traveling companion. It had carried what little remained of our lives from one territory to another, and now it would carry us to Blackfang.To Silas.The thought alone made my pulse quicken. There was no escaping him now. He had found us, intervened in the trial, and demanded justice. And somehow, fate had conspired to force our paths together again. But this time, it wasn’t about love or unfinished feelings. It was about a child. Our son. And his condition.I looked around the dorm one final time. There wasn’t much to say goodbye to. This place had been temporary from the moment we arrived. Just another stop in a long series of disappointments. I had never let myself get attached, because nothing about this p