All Chapters of Forgotten Vows Under the Moon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I couldn't bring myself to shatter their happiness. A cold numbness settled over me as I watched them—my mate Ethan, the pups, and her. Empty and resigned, I let the weight of the moment wash over me, then lifted the provisions and walked back to the den without looking back.The two little wolves were clamoring for Beef Wellington—a dish that required precision and care, much like the fragile balance in our bond.No matter what happened between Ethan and me, I was still their Luna.I kept telling myself that. Over and over.As if repeating it could make it feel true.The beef sizzled in the hearth as I turned to prepare the side herbs and roots.In a careless moment, the knife slipped, slicing into my palm.While tending the wound, a sharp thought struck me—Lucas didn't even like the smell of beef.I froze.It was like frost blooming inside me, petal by petal, cold and silent.Then whose hunger was this dish meant to satisfy?Lost in thought, I heard Lucas's bright voice from the hal

I drove to the Werewolf Council after Ethan left.Had a new bond-breaking agreement drafted—clean, final.I took my time on the way back and even bought myself an ice cream.Sweet, cold, quiet.It melted slowly on my tongue, the sweetness curling through my chest like a balm, quieting something raw and restless inside me.Even when I walked into the house and found the room wrecked by Lucas and Mia, my mood didn't shift.Not today.Not after everything.But they weren't pleased.Lucas pouted, fists clenched. "Bad mommy! You ate it without us!"Mia joined in, high-pitched and accusing. "I want ice cream too!"I swallowed the last bite slowly, deliberately—like it was the last piece of sweetness I'd ever allow myself.My expression didn't waver."If you want some," I said, my voice cool and even, "ask your new mom to get it for you."There was no anger in my tone—only a hollow finality, sharp as ice.A truth spoken not in spite, but surrender.They froze. Then stomped and screamed."Bad

I said nothing. My throat tightened, words caught in a silent storm.I tossed my phone aside, the weight of all those unsaid things finally breaking free.Boarding the plane bound for the far side of the world, a mix of fear and liberation churned inside me.Words no longer mattered—not now. What mattered was this unwavering resolve burning fiercely within my chest.I was done with Ethan. Done with that suffocating life of submission, shadows, and invisible chains.I was drawing a clean, irrevocable line—one that carved out my freedom.On the flight, exhaustion claimed me, and I finally slipped into a rare, deep sleep—an escape I hadn't known I needed.In dreams, I was eight years younger—back to the moment my eyes met Ethan's for the first time, that electric pull still alive and raw.I cradled our two pups, my smile bright, filled with a happiness that once seemed endless.But waking was gentle, almost surreal.All the love, all the pain, every shard of hope and despair—softly melted

Time slipped by quietly.In just a few short days, I had already begun to grow used to this new life.The golden sunlight here didn't just warm my skin—it sank into my bones, as if trying to piece me back together, bit by bit.I found a part-time job at a flower shop on the corner—simple work, humble pay, but it brought me a kind of peace I had almost forgotten existed.Each morning, I stepped into a world of colors and fragrance, surrounded by blooms and smiles instead of cold gazes and silent walls.No footsteps were echoing with judgment.No eyes watching, waiting for me to fail.No invisible weight pressing down on my chest.Here, no one expected me to be perfect.No one whispered behind my back.No one measured my worth by how well I played Luna.I wasn't someone's mate.I wasn't someone's disappointment.I was just Lyra.And that was enough.The shopkeeper and I gradually became friends. We'd go shopping together after work or share a quiet dinner.Sometimes I'd bring over the pa