All Chapters of The False Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

The Diagnosis

For a moment, it was as if everything around me disappeared. I could see the pack doctor's lips moving, but no sound reached my ears.In my mind, a single phrase repeated itself: my wolf is dying, and I, a powerful Lycan, was dying with her. And who was to blame?Me, only me.“Luna Camila.”The doctor's call made me jump a little in my chair. I looked at him, trying to force myself to breathe, telling myself that we would find a way. With that in mind, I stared at the doctor and said:“How do I fix this? There has to be a way, this can't be the end.”The doctor looked at me again with a mixture of pity and frustration. He was new to the pack, a renowned doctor. Carlos, my mate and Alpha of the Blood Heart pack, had boasted about getting the famous Dr. Rodrigo Sales to take over the pack's hospital.I looked at the doctor again. He was young, I would say handsome if I didn't only have eyes for Carlos, but something in the way he looked at me irritated me, because he looked at me like a

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

Ghosts of the Past

I shouldn't have been there. Nor should I have heard that. But I did.And the moment my fingers touched the glass jar, the sound echoed like an explosion.The omegas turned around.Three of them. The oldest pressed her lips together. The youngest lowered her eyes. The one in the middle... the one in the middle looked at me like someone looking at an old photograph forgotten in a drawer.With pity.With... a hint of contempt.I hate myself for trying to smile.I couldn't.I turned my back and went upstairs. I almost ran.I closed the bedroom door as if that would be enough to silence what I had heard.“Since Maura came back, the Alpha only has eyes for her.”“That idiot Camila still thinks she's Luna...”Idiot.I've never seen Maura up close.But the stories reached me even before I knew where the master bedroom of this mansion was.The wolf, Carlos' childhood friend.The two had been inseparable since they were little.The whole pack thought they would end up marking each other. Half

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

The Love That Slips Away Slowly

I couldn't stop staring at that message from the hospital.“Dr. Rodrigo Sales requests that you come in as soon as possible to discuss your test results.”Formal. Cold. But there was something about that urgency that turned my stomach.I took a deep breath and put my phone in the dresser drawer. I wasn't going to freak out prematurely. Not again. Not today.I went to the bathroom, washed my face, tied my hair back, and forced a smile in the mirror. It was just another morning. Tiago needed me to be present, not broken.When I opened his bedroom door, I found the uniform war already underway.“I don't want this shirt! It itches!” He threw it on the bed, wrinkling his nose.“It's for school, sweetie. Come on, Aunt Gloria is already making your snack.” I pulled the shirt back and bent down to help him put it on.He let me, sulking. And while I adjusted the collar, I tried to sound casual:“Did you enjoy playing with Daddy's friend yesterday?”“With Aunt Maura?” — he lit up as if he were

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

The Bitter Taste of Truth

I closed my eyes, trying to contain the tremor that threatened to take over. Just for a second. But that was enough. When I opened them again, the anger was already there—raw, alive, painful.How dare that doctor?How could someone who barely knew my name, who had just arrived, who wasn't even part of our pack, dare to question my bond?The mark was there. Not visible, perhaps. But I could feel it. I could feel it when Carlos touched me. I could feel it when he said I was his. When he looked at me that way.I jumped up. The chair almost fell backwards. Rodrigo got up too, perhaps instinctively. Or because he knew me better than I wanted him to.“Doctor,” I said coldly.“You said the injection would solve my problem. So just call me when it arrives.”I turned around. My hand was already on the doorknob when his voice reached me.“You don't understand. If he didn't mark you... If this bond continues to be ignored like this... the injection may not even work.”I stopped. But I didn't tur

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

Dress for War

Tiago was the first to break the silence.His voice was choked up, his eyes filled with tears.“You're annoying! You never let me do anything!”His shout cut me in half. I was still holding the spoon, the ice cream cup dripping on the floor. I felt like the worst mother in the world, there, in front of everyone, my son... and theirs.Maura gave a little smile, the kind of smile that tries to look empathetic, but only oozes venom.“Don't talk to your mother like that, Tiago. Mothers are like that... sometimes annoying.”She didn't say it, but I heard what she meant.Annoying. Inconvenient. Out of place.And I believed it.Carlos took a deep breath. His jaw locked before he spat out the words with restrained anger.“Don't make a scene, Camila. One time won't kill the boy.”I didn't answer.I had no strength left.Tiago looked at me as if I had ruined his perfect day. The pain burned inside, hot as acid.I raised the glass, handing it back. My voice came out soulless.“Fine... if that's

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

Between Silences and Barbs

Carlos drove as if I didn't exist. His eyes fixed on the road, his expression closed, his fingers on the steering wheel as if gripping some invisible guilt. Not a word. Not a glance. Just the muffled sound of the car and my own breathing trying to fill his silence.But I already knew that silence. I had already learned to decipher the sudden change in Carlos' mood.It was like living next to a silent storm that could explode or disappear in the next minute.So I said nothing.When we got home, Tiago was fast asleep in the back seat. His little face pressed against the window, a peace that broke me and healed me at the same time. Carlos got out first, walked around the car, and picked him up in his arms. Light, as if the weight of our son was the only thing he still knew how to carry properly.I was alone for a few minutes. I walked in slowly, took off my shoes, and approached the mirror in the living room. I almost didn't recognize myself. The dress still marked my body. My hair was s

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

The Mark of Lies

I woke up later than usual that Friday. It was a holiday. No alarm clock to interrupt the silence of the house, no rush to make coffee, pack lunchboxes, or force smiles that no longer came naturally. Tiago could sleep late. And Carlos, as he always did on these days, would probably work locked in his office—far from me, from the kitchen, and from anything that smelled like domestic life.But there was something wrong in the air.And I realized it as soon as I put my feet on the floor.The mattress felt lighter than usual, as if he had never been there. There was a sound coming from the kitchen—not a normal noise, but voices... laughter. And among them, one that sent shivers down my spine. Carlos's voice.He didn't laugh in the morning. He didn't sit at the table to talk. He didn't even come into the kitchen to get a glass of water. It was always me. Or one of the omegas. Carlos wasn't part of that space—he never was. And yet, there he was.I walked silently down the hall. Each step he

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

Mourning Before Anger

I couldn't move.The scene before my eyes froze me as if I had been thrust into a never-ending nightmare. Carlos... he was there. And Maura was hugging him. As if he were hers. As if he always had been.My heart didn't react. It didn't beat anymore—it just hurt. It hurt as if it had been torn apart inside.Maura slowly turned her face and saw me standing at the door. And then she smiled.A slow, poisonous smile. A winner's smile.My feet reacted before my mind did. I ran. I climbed the stairs, stumbling for breath. I entered the room, slammed the door shut, and threw myself onto the bed.I buried my face in the pillow and screamed. I screamed until my throat was raw. Until the world lost its sound. It was a piercing pain, impossible to contain. It wasn't a scream of jealousy. Nor of anger. It was mourning.The bond didn't need to be consummated to exist.And it was breaking. Piece by piece. Violently. Without me choosing it.I was shaking. My fingers curled against the sheet. My teeth

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

Everything Belongs to Me

POV CarlosMaura hugged me hungrily. As if time had never passed. As if her place was still here, in my arms, and she had always known it.And maybe she did.Her scent... the softness of her skin... the way her body molded to mine as if she still belonged to me. It was like sticking a knife straight into my wounded ego—and feeling pleasure from the pain.She was beautiful. She always had been.But more than that, Maura was power. Daughter of Betas. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth. A name that still opened doors. A woman who elevated me without even saying a word.She was the kind of Luna that a pack respects without question.And now she was back. Just when Camila was becoming a problem.My wolf purred inside like a satisfied dog. He saw in Maura a worthy female. Of blood. Of prestige. One who could walk beside us in assemblies, smile at the councilors, and be called “Lady Alpha” without anyone turning up their nose.Camila never had that.She was just an Omega without a wolf. S

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

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