All Chapters of The luna’s misery: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

If this figure standing here is my mate, then I have to give this mate thing a trial. He is too cute to be left for anyone.His black suit is neatly fitted on his body, showing the shape of every muscle like it was carved by the gods themselves. The fabric glows slightly under the dim candlelight, his chest rising and falling slowly like he doesn’t even care about the attention he’s drawing.And that scent… oh, that scent. His scent fills the room, deep and sweet, with a strange pull that makes my heart twist painfully inside my chest. I can feel the tension in his body even from here. The air is thick, charged, as if his wolf is just waiting for one wrong move to break free.“How is she doing?” His deep voice rolled out slowly, his eyes flickering toward me for just a second before shifting to Raven.What was that supposed to mean?“I think he has pride, and I like it,” Limene said, her voice laced with something close to admiration.“Pride?” I hissed in my mind. “What kind of pride

The walk to the pack house was so quiet that I could hear the sound of our footsteps echoing against the stone path. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and smoke, and every step I took made my chest tighten more. I didn’t know why, but I could feel something in the air, something like I didn’t belong.The room we came out of was at the far end of the pack’s compound, almost hidden among the trees. From there, the pack house stood tall and proud like a palace made of gold and stone. As we drew closer, I couldn’t help but stare. The building looked nothing like anything I had seen before. It was richly built, with large glass windows reflecting the bright afternoon sun. Every corner seemed to shine, as though the walls themselves were alive.My eyes moved slowly across the place. Wolves were moving to and fro, some carrying baskets, some in groups chatting softly. They all looked so confident, like they had never known fear or pain. When they saw Sean, they bowed slightly, their e

Jack After leaving the treatment room, I had mixed feelings that I couldn’t even describe. At least she was alive, that alone gave me a little peace. But she looked so pale and weak, her eyes dim and her energy low. It made anger boil inside me like a fire that refused to die. I wanted to comfort her, hold her, tell her she would be safe now, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to scare her more than she already was. She needed time to heal, to find balance within herself before I could even try to reach her.I walked down the long hallway that led to my office. The walls of the pack house were lined with paintings of the old kings before me, men who ruled with strength and pride. I had always looked up to them as a boy, thinking power alone could solve everything. But right now, power wasn’t helping me. Not with her. Not with this strange pull I felt the moment I saw her.I entered my office, the door closing softly behind me. The scent of leather and wood filled the air. I went str