All Chapters of Drawing Her Fate: Luna's Redemption: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Leo’s POV I returned from my date with my mate and immediately had to take a cold shower. These days, my hormones were playing tricks on me, I felt constantly on edge, always wanting her, and it was getting harder to compose myself around Lexy. “Just three more days, and she’ll be ours,” my wolf, Orion, murmured. He was right. Only three days left. Still, I was restless, tossing and turning all night, imagining Lexy’s plump lips, her small perky breasts, and those beautiful emerald eyes always looking at me with love and adoration. Morning came with a sharp mindlink from my dad: “I need you in my study. Now.” As always, straight to business. He was known as a ruthless and strong Alpha, but he always put the pack first. I dressed quickly in jeans and a white T-shirt, and, still half-asleep, went to meet my dad. He was already in a suit, buried in paperwork. “Hi, Leo,” he muttered without looking up from the documents. “Good morning, Dad. What’s so urgent this early?” I

Lexy's POV The same Alpha wench who had shouted at me earlier was on all fours on my mate’s bed, while he pounded into her from behind, his face twisted with raw, greedy lust I froze, unable to move, my breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, every nerve on fire. The room blurred, the sounds echoing in my skull. That’s when Leo finally noticed me. His face went pale, eyes wide in panic, as if he had seen a ghost—or the consequences of his own weakness. He pulled out, shoved her aside, and lunged toward me—completely naked, trembling with a desperation that made my stomach turn. “Lexy, let me explain! It’s not what it looks like…” “Not what it looks like?!” I screamed, tears streaming. “Not like you’re screwing another woman in front of me? I loved you, Leo! I trusted you!” I covered my face with trembling hands, unable to look at him. He tried to hug me, but the sparks of the mate bond—normally a comforting fire—seared me like flames, a cruel reminder th

Lexy's POVI opened the door to Mirabel’s room and my stomach turned before my eyes even fully took it in. Clothes were thrown across the floor like some violent storm had passed through—dresses ripped, shoes kicked over, broken furniture splintered, wine spilled across the carpet, bedsheets twisted and tangled as if they’d been thrown down in anger or lust. And then it hit me—the smell. Leo and sex. His scent thick in the air, taunting me, invading my senses, stabbing straight through my chest. My heart felt like it stopped for a moment, then tore itself apart. The pain was raw. Sharp. Unforgiving.“My mate and I had a little fun yesterday,” Mirabel said, stepping out of the shower, her body wrapped in only a towel. Her voice casual, cruelly casual, like she was talking about the weather, not a sex with my fated mate. “I’m moving into his room, but I wanted this one clean first. I heard you’re… so good at cleaning. Actually, it’s the only thing you’re good at.”The towel slipped. She

Lexy’s POV My eyelids were heavy, but I still pushed them open, forcing them to obey. I was in my room, but my body was nothing except pain. Every breath scraped my chest, every shift of muscle burned like fire under my skin. The lashes from yesterday still lived in me, carved into my flesh, and the memory of each strike echoed in my soul. The events of yesterday floaded my mind, crashing one after another, hitting me with emotional torment until I thought I might suffocate. My vision was blurry, but I could still see enough.And unfortunately, the last person I ever wanted to see in this life was sitting there—so comfortable, so calm—right on the bed beside me. My eyes widen, my throat turned dry, and I rasped, “Who let you in?”“Your dad. I’m an Alpha now, so I can enter anywhere I want,” Leo answered proudly.Then I saw it—a fresh mating mark on his collarbone. It hit me like lightning, tearing me open all over again. Last night was not only his Alpha ascension ceremony, it was th

One Year Later Leo’s POV The Omega leaned too far as she poured my coffee, the deep cut of her blouse leaving little to the imagination—her breasts nearly spill out as if begging for attention. “Do you need anything else, Alpha?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction, every syllable laced with unspoken invitation. “No, thank you…” “Joanna,” she added, lowering herself again in a bow meant to tease. “Thank you, Joanna. You may leave,” I said curtly, forcing my gaze away as she sauntered off, her hips swaying far too deliberately. Her dress was short—obscenely short for a servant—barely covering her bottom. I would need to speak with Mirabel about the Omegas’ uniforms. Lately, every one of them seemed dressed to provoke rather than serve. I rubbed my face with both hands and let out a heavy sigh. A year had passed since I became Alpha, and yet… nothing had changed. Mirabel still wasn’t pregnant, and her father had not relinquished his power. Alpha Caleb’s promises of “soo