All Chapters of My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Uncle Damien!” Arthur called happily, his voice lighting up the room. Cassia’s head lifted at once, her heartbeat quickening against her will.“Oh, my big boy,” Damien muttered warmly, ruffling Arthur’s hair until the boy laughed.“Wait…I got you something,” Damien said, handing Arthur one of the bags in his arms.Arthur’s eyes widened with curiosity. “What’s in here, Uncle Damien?” he asked as he peeked inside. A wide smile spread across his face when he saw the pile of toys.“Thank you, Uncle Damien!” he said shyly, clutching the bag with delight.Damien nodded with a soft smile, but his eyes shifted to Cassia. She was staring at him and her son, her expression carefully blank.He knew she was still upset.“Hi, Cassia,” he murmured, hesitant.Cassia, who had no intention of answering, glanced sharply at her son before forcing a smile for his sake. Arthur, noticing the thick tension between the two adults, looked between them and then back at his mother.“I’ll go to Grandma’s room,

Cassia finished arranging her clothes neatly into the wardrobe. She had also taken time to put Arthur’s things in order, making sure his room felt homely. After tidying up both rooms, she finally allowed herself a warm bath.She slipped into a simple dress afterward, letting her curly black hair fall over her shoulders. A touch of lip gloss brightened her lips. When she glanced at the bed, Arthur was still sleeping soundly, his little chest rising and falling in peace.Her heart ached. She wanted to take him with her, but she couldn’t bring herself to wake him. He needed the rest.Stepping quietly out of the room, she went downstairs,and found Damien in the living room, a cup of coffee in hand.“Damien,” she called.He turned, and for a moment, his mouth went slack. She looked breathtaking even in the simplest clothes. His chest tightened at the thought that one day, she might finally be his.“I’m going to see my family,” Cassia said calmly. “Could you please watch over Arthur for me?

Evening settled in as Cassia stood before her mirror, preparing for the welcome party. Downstairs, Arthur was already dressed, waiting with Damien.Cassia’s reflection stared back at her. Her hair cascaded in soft curls over her shoulders, makeup subtle yet flawless, her skin glowing. The delicate mist of her expensive perfume lingered in the air, the scent of power and wealth.Her fingers brushed over the burgundy gown hugging every curve. She looked like a goddess.Tonight, after seven years, she would see Aiden. The man who once tried to kill her. She could already imagine the look on his face when he realized she was alive, and that his pack’s future now rested in her hands.She would make him crawl. Beg. But before that, she had to find her parents. Were they truly in the hospital? Or had Aiden orchestrated their disappearance?At the thought of Evelyn, tears burned her eyes, but she forced them back. She had to be strong.Cassia slipped her phone into her purse, gave herself one

Damien returned to his seat after tending to the patient, only to find Arthur gone.His stomach dropped. A chill ran down his spine, icy and sharp. Where could he have gone? For a fleeting moment, panic clawed at him, what if someone had taken the boy? He pulled out his phone, tempted to call Cassia, but stopped. He couldn’t worry her, not now.His Jaw tightened, Damien rose and started searching. He slipped out of the hall, eyes darting, when he collided with a firm chest.“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching,” Damien muttered, steadying himself. His gaze lifted, then hardened.Alpha Aiden Miller.Even if he’d only seen him once in his life, even if it were in a dream, Damien would know that face. Rage seared through him. This was the man who had broken Cassia, who had nearly destroyed her. His fists itched to strike. But he swallowed the urge. This wasn’t the time.“It’s fine. My fault too,” Aiden replied evenly. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying the unfamiliar man. He didn’t recognize

Sofia stood outside the pack hall, confusion twisting in her chest. Everyone had left without her. There was no way she would lower herself to take a taxi back to the mansion.I am the Luna, she seethed. I deserve to be treated with honor, not abandoned like a commoner.She glanced around. The hall was deserted except for a few guards. There was no other way home unless she called for help. Ethan tugged at her dress, his little face flushed with exhaustion.“Mommy, I’m tired… I want to sleep,” he whimpered, tears gathering in his eyes.Frustration pricked her temples. She scooped him up, stroking his hair until his eyelids fluttered closed. Only then did she pull out her phone and dial Dante’s number. He answered on the first ring.“Dante, pick me up at the pack hall,” she muttered.“On my way,” he replied before cutting the call.Relief slipped past her clenched teeth when a red car finally pulled up. The tinted window lowered, revealing Dante behind the wheel.She exhaled sharply. “