All Chapters of Reborn as his Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1CLARA“I, Damien Storm, reject you, Clara Wren, as my mate.”The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. I staggered backward, my hand flying to my chest where the mate bond I’d felt for barely five minutes—snapped with a pain so excruciating I thought I might die.“No,” I whispered, the word barely audible. “Damien, please—”“Please what?” His lip curled in disgust, those grey eyes I’d gazed into with such adoration now looking at me like I was something he’d scraped off his shoe. “Please pretend this is anything other than the Moon Goddess’s sick joke?”I reached for him, desperate, my fingers brushing his arm. He jerked away like my touch burned him.“Don’t.” His voice was ice. “Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me like that. Like you actually thought this could be real.”He used to hold my hand. The memory crashed over me unbidden—just last week, when I’d been crying about another cruel comment from pack members. He’d taken my hand in his, rubbed h

Chapter 3CLARAI’d been walking for hours. Or maybe days. Time meant nothing when you were waiting to die.My feet were bleeding inside my worn boots, my water was gone, and my stomach cramped with hunger. The forest stretched endlessly ahead, dark and indifferent to my suffering.‘Good,’ I thought as I stumbled over another fallen log. ‘Let it come.’The mate bond’s phantom pain had somehow gotten worse, like a wound that kept reopening.“I’m sorry,” I whispered to the empty forest. “I’m sorry for everything.”My legs gave out, and I collapsed against a massive oak tree. The bark bit into my back, but I didn’t care. I was so tired. So broken. Maybe if I just closed my eyes…“You’re far from home, little wolf.”I jerked upright, my heart hammering. A figure stepped from the shadows between the trees tall, lean, with dark hair and silver eyes that seemed to see straight through me. He moved without sound, like he was part of the darkness itself.“Please,” I whispered, pressing myself

Chapter 5CLARA The Moonlight Pack gates stood before me, exactly as I remembered them. My heart hammered with anticipation as I smoothed down my dress—emerald green to match my eyes, cut to perfection to showcase the body that had cost me everything.‘They won’t even recognize me,’ I thought, a smile playing at my lips. Clara Wren was dead and buried. In her place stood Liora Rivers, beautiful beyond measure, powerful beyond their comprehension.I could already picture their faces when they realized who I was. Damien’s shock. Sage’s jealousy. The pack’s guilt and terror as they understood what they’d unleashed.My hand touched the gate, and electricity shot through me. This was it. This was my moment.I stepped through.Pain exploded across the back of my skull. The world tilted, my vision blurring as I hit the ground hard. Through the haze, I saw boots, heard voices, felt rough hands grabbing me.“Got her,” someone said. “Perfect timing.”‘No,’ I tried to scream, tried to fight, bu

CLARAThe hotel was everything I’d expected from Damien—expensive, elegant, dripping with luxury. The penthouse suite overlooked the city, all floor-to-ceiling windows and marble surfaces. Rose petals scattered across the bed, champagne chilling in a silver bucket, candles flickering everywhere.“I wanted our first night to be perfect,” Damien said, his hands settling on my waist from behind.I leaned back against him, feeling his breath catch. “It’s beautiful.”His lips found my neck, pressing soft kisses along my throat. Every touch sent conflicting signals through my body—my skin came alive under his attention while my heart burned with rage.“I love you,” he whispered against my ear.The words I’d dreamed of hearing from him for years. Now they meant nothing, directed at a woman who didn’t really exist.I turned in his arms, letting my fingers trail down his chest. His breathing became ragged, his eyes dark with desire. I could feel his heartbeat racing, could smell his arousal.“

CLARA The next morning came too soon and not soon enough. I had barely slept, my mind racing with plans and possibilities. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sage’s face, Damien’s smile, the pack members who had once called me worthless now bowing and scraping before beautiful Liora.A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.“Liora?” Damien’s voice was gentle, cautious. “We need to leave for the pack house soon. Are you awake?”I stayed where I was, listening to the sound of his breathing through the door. The same voice that had shattered Clara Wren’s world was now speaking to me with such careful tenderness. It made something twist painfully in my chest, whether from rage or something else, I couldn’t tell.“Just give me a few minutes,” I called back, making sure my voice sounded sleepy and vulnerable. “I’m almost ready.”“Take your time,” he said, and I could hear him shifting his weight outside the door. “Do you need anything? Clothes maybe? I know we left in such a rush