All Chapters of Discarded Luna: My Alpha's Worst Nightmare : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I spent all day setting the table, lighting candles, and cooking his favorite meal. Ten years of marriage. Five losses. I still believed we had a future.I still believed I was his Luna.So when he walked in holding another woman—and a baby—I thought I was hallucinating.“Happy anniversary, my Luna,” Andre said, as if nothing was wrong.I dropped the wine glass. Red wine exploded across the white marble like blood. My heart froze.“What is this, Andre?” My voice cracked, eyes locked on the woman cradling the infant.The woman stepped forward with a smile. “I'm Tasha, Andre's true mate. And this is Dylan—his son and heir.”“True mate?” The words hit like a punch to the stomach. “Andre, what is she talking about?”Andre loosened his tie and poured himself a drink. “Lara, meet the mother of my heir—the baby you could never give me as Luna.”“I lost five babies because of you!” I screamed, my voice breaking with ten years of pain. “You know why I couldn’t carry them!”“You failed five tim

"Lara, what on earth happened to you these past two days?""Please, I just need three more weeks," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs violently."You're playing with fire, but I've already handled the board meeting. Everything your father left behind is officially yours again now."My entire world tilted sideways in that single devastating moment. "You mean the hostile takeover can actually begin immediately?""Every share, every asset, every secret vault—it's all under your control. That monster Andre doesn't know what's about to hit him."The line went dead just as Andre's footsteps echoed menacingly down the hospital corridor outside my door.I shoved the phone under my pillow desperately, but Andre's sharp eyes caught my trembling smile, immediately"What's got you looking so damn pleased with yourself?" His voice could have frozen the entire room solid."Nothing important happened while you were gone, I swear." My lie sounded pathetic even to my own ears.He dropped

My phone vibrated again—Andre’s name flashing across the screen like a virus I couldn't delete fast enough.I sighed and answered anyway, pulse steady.“Where the hell are you?” he snapped, his voice sharp with rage.Not regret. Not grief. Just pure entitlement.I stared at the blank wall in front of me. My hands stayed calm. My heart didn’t race.“Goodbye, Andre,” I said, cold as stone.“Don’t you dare hang up on me—”I pressed the red button and ended the call. I didn’t flinch.No second chances. No goodbye kisses. Just silence.And this time, it felt good. It felt final.—Andre stared at his phone in disbelief. His jaw tightened slightly.Then his thumbs moved fast, typing furiously with shaking fingers.> "Lara, my grandfather has returned. You will attend the Pack Council's meeting. Do not embarrass me. Do not disgrace this pack."He stared at the screen, watching.Three dots appeared. His heart lifted for a moment.Then they vanished.No reply came. No message arrived. Just sil

ANDRE'S POV Dr. Patterson's words stayed in my head as I sat in my study. I opened my desk drawer looking for the emergency medicine Lara always kept there.Instead, I found a thick medical file I'd never seen before. Inside were detailed charts in Lara's handwriting - my triggers, symptoms, reaction times, recovery patterns. Notes from every episode I'd ever had, going back ten years."Episode #1 - triggered by champagne at McKenna's wedding. Symptoms appeared within 8 minutes. Note: Andre gets angry when reminded of condition in public. Handle quietly.""Episode #2 - bad reaction to whiskey at pack celebration. Andre said I was controlling when I took away alcohol. Must find a better way to protect him without hurting his pride."Page after page of careful notes. She'd studied my condition like her life depended on it. Maybe because mine did.A business card fell out of the file - Dr. Sarah Chen, Specialist in Rare Metabolic Disorders. A note attached: "Called weekly for three years

The heavy door opened before I had the chance to knock twice.My mother stood there, her eyes filling with tears the moment they landed on me. Ten years had carved faint lines into her face, but her posture was still regal, still commanding in a way that made the air feel thicker.For a moment neither of us spoke. Then she pulled me into her arms.“My daughter,” she whispered, holding me as if she were afraid I might vanish. “My Alpha.”Her words pierced me. I had run from that title for so long it almost felt foreign. But hearing it from her lips made something deep inside me stir.I leaned back, studying her face. “Mother…”“Come in,” she said quickly, her voice trembling as she ushered Derek and me inside.The estate smelled faintly of cedarwood and tea. It was exactly as I remembered, yet different — quieter, as though the house itself had been holding its breath, waiting for me to return.On the dining table lay a thick leather portfolio. My mother’s hand rested on it like it was