All Chapters of The Luna they both Claimed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Push! “My queen, you are almost there,” the midwife urged Luna Anita, who was midway through labor. With a long, determined push, Luna Anita gave a final effort, and suddenly a baby's cry filled the room. The midwife quickly handed the newborn to a waiting maid and turned back to attend to Luna.“Anita, please, my lady, you have to push again. The second baby is almost out,” she said, caressing the Luna's forehead. Luna Anita nodded and, gathering up her strength, with one last push, another baby was brought into the world, accompanied by a loud cry.“Congratulations, my lady, you've delivered two bouncing baby boys,” the midwife announced. Luna Anita smiled weakly, exhaustion etched on her face.“Go tell the Alpha,” she instructed a maid who bowed and hurried out of the room.“Let me see my boys,” Luna Anita requested, stretching out her hands. The first child, still crying, was gently placed into her arms. Luna Anita cradled him, tears of joy glistening in her eyes as she beamed at

“Here’s your coffee, Damon,” Amara said, carefully setting the tray on Damon’s desk.He took the cup, sipping it cautiously. “No sugar this time,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. He sighed and set the cup down.“You can go now, Amara,” Damon said, turning back to his work.Sighing in relief, she turned to leave, but his voice stopped her.“Amara.”She turned back, curious and nervous. Just being in a closed space with Damon made her skin prickle, and she couldn’t wait to leave.“Yes?” Amara asked in a low voice.His eyes were hard, but there was a flicker of something softer beneath them—something he didn’t want her or anyone else to notice.“Next time, don’t make such a mistake,” he murmured, referring to the coffee.Amara nodded, swallowing her discomfort. “I’ll remember that.”Pushing the door open, she turned to leave, but Damon called her back again.“Do you need anything else?” she asked, her eyes holding his gaze.Damon looked confused. Amara felt as if he wanted to t

“Hey, boys,” she purred as she reached their table, her eyes flicking over them before settling on Darius. “Mind if I join you?”Darius smiled — a fake one — but he didn’t dismiss her. “Sure, why not?” he said, his tone less enthusiastic than usual. Darius leaned back, his usual smirk slowly returning as he entertained the girls on his lap.The brothers were at the club, and Damon watched him, noticing his mood lightening a bit with the attention, but still seeing the tension in Darius’s eyes. He knew his brother well enough to recognize that beneath his composure, he was still worried about tomorrow.They sipped their drinks, letting the music and the chatter of the club distract them from their worries. The girls on Darius’s lap pouted, sensing the change in his mood, but they didn’t move.Damon watched their interaction, but his mind was elsewhere. The memory of Amara’s hurt expression flooded his thoughts, and he felt a pang of guilt.Damon knew Darius was right — he had been hars

I'm fine. Amara lied. As she tried wiping the tear off her cheek, Darius stepped closer to her, his concerned eyes settling on her. If there was one thing he hated most in the world, it was seeing Amara in tears. There was this quaint, uncomfortable feeling that blossomed in his chest whenever he saw her crying. “You are lying. Amara, tell me what happened,” he pleaded. Amara swallowed back her pain and shook her head. There was no way she was telling Darius the truth, because if she did, Damon would hate her forever. He wouldn’t want anyone to know they were mates. “I’m fine. Darius, you should be at the ceremony. Why are you here?” she asked, trying to stop her voice from breaking. Darius frowned at her words, wishing he could let her know how important she was to him, but he held back because it was of no use. He knew Amara only cared about one person’s feelings. His brother. “Amara, you didn’t get your wolf?” Darius asked, guessing that might be the reason for her tears. “

“Are you okay?” Son Luna, Anita asked, worry etched on her face as she stared at Damon, who seemed lost in thought. “Yes, Mother, I’m fine,” he lied. But Luna Anita didn’t seem convinced. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she asked again, but Damon only sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s nothing, Mother. Believe me. It’s nothing,” he assured her. Suddenly a strong, intoxicating scent hit his nose, sending a chilling wave of emotion through him. Damon’s wolf howled loudly in his mind as he suddenly spotted Amara walking towards him. As Amara approached, Damon’s eyes never left her. She looked strong and confident, but there was something beneath the surface — a subtle tension in the way she held herself. Her steps were steady, her gaze unwavering, but Damon noticed the slight tremble in her hands, the way her fingers curled into her palms as if she were trying to anchor herself. Amara was acting strong, but he knew better: she was trying to shield herself from the hurt he had infli