Lahat ng Kabanata ng The False Luna: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

(Carlos's POV)I woke up before sunrise. I reached out toward her side of the bed, expecting to find her warm body and the sweet scent that always lingered on the pillow. All I found was an empty sheet. Still warm, but empty.My jaw locked instantly. I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to resist the urge to get up. The wolf inside me didn't want to wait.“Where is she?” he growled heavily inside my head.I ran my hand over my face, my fingers pressing against my temples. I squeezed my eyes shut until I saw spots of light behind my eyelids. It was too early for drama.“She just got up early,” I muttered to myself, my voice low and firm, as if giving an order. “Camila knows her place. She just needs a little attention.”My hand fell to the sheet, crumpling the fabric as if I were holding her wrist. It was a way to calm myself, but it didn't work. The wolf prowled impatiently, demanding that I go after her. I took another deep breath, filling my chest with air until it hurt. I s

(Maura's POV)I had already memorized her schedule. Camila would leave with the boy around eight o'clock. She would return half an hour later looking like she was pretending to be alive. At nine, the omega would serve coffee. At ten, she would disappear down the hospital wing. Carlos never returned before noon.I sat in the car parked on the side trail, from where I could see the back of the pack's house. The tinted glass prevented anyone from noticing me. Not that anyone there would dare question me.I stretched, resting my elbow on the window, and slowly ran my fingernail across the corner of my mouth. It wasn't jealousy. It was calculation. It was strategy. It was the fact that this woman who trembled just hearing my name now had the luxury of... giving orders?The omega with downcast eyes was now giving orders?Pathetic.My stomach churned, but I swallowed hard. I couldn't let it show. I had better things to do than waste energy on scandal. Every smart wolf knows that wars aren't

POV CamilaAs soon as I felt the clasp of the collar touch my skin, a warm shiver ran down my neck as if he had actually chained me. The metal wasn't heavy, but its meaning burned. It tasted like prison, like possession, like everything I wanted to escape from.My first reaction was to reach for it and rip it off, but I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Not now. I couldn't afford that luxury yet. I had to endure. I had to keep quiet. One more month. Just thirty more days under the same roof, taking those damn injections, pretending there was peace when there wasn't, until he signed the divorce papers. And then, only then, would I disappear from his life forever.He looked at me from behind as if he had given me a rare jewel. He expected a “thank you,” a silly smile, maybe even a kiss — but I gave him nothing. Not even a glance. Not even a gesture. I just let my fingers run through the necklace and said dryly:“Okay.”That was all. And it was more than he deserved.I felt him hold

POV: CamilaCarlos dismissed the nanny early, and for a second, I thought he was in a bad mood, ready to start another one of his veiled attacks. But instead, he appeared in the living room with two glasses of juice and a memory game board under his arm, like some fucking margarine commercial dad. Tiago instantly broke into a smile, and before I could process it, he was already on the floor with him, counting the colorful cards.“Come on, Camila. You're on Tiago's team,” he said, and that sentence cut me like a knife. It wasn't his usual commanding tone, it was something more... lighthearted. But the problem was that lightheartedness, coming from Carlos, always hid a heavier meaning.I sat on the carpet, against my will, watching the two interact with a kind of complicity that only existed in my frustrated fantasies. Tiago laughed loudly when he won the first round, hugged me as if everything was right in the world, and then called me “mommy” again, without hesitation, as if it were n

POV: CamilaTiago slept soundly, his little face buried in the pillow and one of his small hands clutching the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I lay there beside him, my body still tense from everything that had happened, but my mind... my mind was laughing.I bit my lip hard so as not to laugh out loud and wake my son. The scene in the dining room still burned inside me—not with anger, but with pure mockery. Maura... Valentina's childhood friend? It was so forced that I could barely hide my look of contempt. And Carlos, with that look on his face as if he believed it, or pretended to believe it, just to provoke me. But what she didn't know, what none of them knew, is that I know Valentina like I know the lines on my own hand.We grew up together. We went to the same elite schools, played at the same millionaire parties, shared secrets, borrowed bras, and cried in mall bathrooms. She was the only constant in my life before Carlos. The only person who knew me completely — before I erased myse