All Chapters of Discarded Luna: My Alpha's Worst Nightmare : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Andre's POV: The line went dead with a sharp beep that echoed through my office like a gunshot. I stared at my phone, fury building in my chest like wildfire. Lara had actually hung up on me. After I'd explained how our pack was crumbling—the cancelled contracts, the lost alliances, the bleeding finances—she'd still refused to help. *The ungrateful bitch.* I walked back into my office where Marcus and my grandfather were deep in conversation, their faces grim as they reviewed the stack of cancelled contracts covering my mahogany desk like death certificates. "Did she agree?" Marcus asked, hope clear in his voice despite everything. I shook my head roughly. "She's not coming back." My grandfather's weathered face darkened further, the lines around his eyes deepening like cracks in stone. At eighty-three, he'd seen packs rise and fall, but never from the inside. "Then we have an even bigger problem," he said, his voice carrying the weight of decades. "The Alliance of Regional Al

I stood at the marble counter of First National Bank, my platinum card rejected for the third time. My mind raced—there was no way the Alpha Financial Crimes Bureau could be targeting me. This had to be a mistake. I needed answers.The teller’s fingers trembled as she typed, her nervousness filling the sterile air like smoke."I'm sorry, Mr. Castellano, but your accounts have been frozen pending investigation," she whispered, glancing around as if shadowy agents might materialize from thin air."Investigation?" My voice boomed across the pristine lobby, disbelief sharpening every syllable. "What investigation?"Her face went chalk-white. "I don't have the details, sir. You'll need to speak with our manager immediately."Twenty minutes later, I sat across from the bank manager—a thin man whose hands shook as he delivered my death sentence. Last night’s chaos still clouded my thoughts, making everything feel surreal."Mr. Castellano, we received official notice from Alpha Financial Crim

ANDRE'S POV By mid-morning, my office felt like a battlefield. The phone shrieked every thirty seconds—suppliers screaming for money, contractors threatening to walk away, pack members crying about unpaid guards and open borders. Each call hit my skull like a hammer.Yesterday was Waning Moon due—the time every month when guards, workers, and suppliers received their pay. Instead, their wages bounced. The bank’s cold message spread like wildfire: Insufficient funds. Account frozen.I stared at the mountain of bills burying my desk. Red “OVERDUE” stamps blazed across every paper. Hundreds of thousands, millions of dollars—all locked away. All because of Tasha’s betrayal.But money wasn’t the only problem. Ever since Lara left, the pack had been rotting from the inside. Whispers followed me everywhere—the Alpha’s blind… the Alpha’s weak… the Alpha will bring us down. The failed payroll was just proof to everyone that the whispers were true.My hands shook as I grabbed my coffee cup. Em

**Andre's POV** I couldn't stop grinning after hanging up with the Moonstone Pack Alpha. Finally, someone was going to help me pull my pack out of this nightmare. The dining room felt alive with possibility as I burst through the doors. Tasha sat feeding Dylan, her movements careful and quiet. My grandfather hunched over ledgers with Marcus, both their faces grim as death. "We're saved!" I shouted, pumping my fist into the air. "Moonstone Pack is giving us everything—land, money, protection!" My grandfather's weathered head snapped up, his eyes sharp despite his eighty-three years. "Moonstone Pack? How did you convince them to help us?" Pride swelled in my chest. "The Alpha's been watching our situation. He knows quality leadership when he sees it. He understands I've been held back by a terrible Luna who sabotaged everything we built." I poured myself whiskey, ignoring Marcus's worried expression. "See? I told you everything would work out better without that pathetic c

Lara’s POVThe roar of the jet engines rumbled across the tarmac as Derek and I stepped onto the private jet. The early-morning sun glinted off the polished fuselage, making it look impossibly sleek—untouchable, like the plan we were about to set in motion.A sharply dressed flight attendant appeared, smiling with professional warmth. “Welcome, Alpha Derek and Luna Lara.”I froze mid-step, heat flooding my cheeks. Luna? The title burned against my skin. Derek’s eyebrow arched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Not yet, but soon” he corrected smoothly, his voice low enough to curl around me like velvet. “She’s not my Luna. She’s just traveling with me—for now.”The playful emphasis made my stomach flip. I glanced at him, fighting a smile, but the curve of his lips was devastating. He knew exactly what he was doing.The attendant cleared his throat awkwardly and stepped aside. Inside, the cabin gleamed with quiet luxury. I sank into a leather seat, still feeling the phantom warmth of