All Chapters of The Luna they both Claimed : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The door to Damon’s room creaked open as Amara stepped inside, balancing a tray of coffee in her hands. As always, Damon had his nightly routine. Coffee before bed. And first thing in the morning. She had knocked several times, but there had been no response. Concerned, she decided to enter. The moment she stepped into the room, Amara noticed something was off. Damon lay on his bed, eyes closed, his body trembling. Her brows knitted, confused as she set the tray on the bedside table, quickly moving toward him. “Damon,” she called softly, her voice laced with worry. As she leaned closer, Damon stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering open, his brows furrowed as he tried to focus. His vision blurred, but he easily recognized her. “Are you okay?” Amara asked, her eyes scanning his sweat-drenched body and trembling form. Damon sighed, his voice weak and shaky. “Leave,” he demanded. Though his tone lacked its usual force, Amara frowned, feeling the heat radiating from him. On instinc

I’m so sorry, my Queen,” Amara whispered as she stepped into Luna Anita’s chambers. The air was heavy with tension. Luna Anita, seated in her high-backed chair, turned her cold, unreadable gaze on the girl standing before her. Amara trembled under her scrutiny, her heart racing with guilt and fear. For a moment, Luna Anita simply studied her. It struck her then—she hadn’t truly taken the time to look at Amara, the girl she’d taken in as an infant. Now standing before her was not the child she had raised, but a young woman of remarkable beauty. Amara had grown into a mirror of her late mother—yet even more stunning. Despite wearing a plain dress, she stood out as if she were a princess. Her flawless skin, long red hair cascading down her back, and enchanting sea-blue eyes made her look ethereal. Her rounded face was so beautiful, spotless, and smooth, and her figure—slender yet curvy—was the kind most men would desire. As Luna Anita took a good look at her, she realized Amara was

Amara was trimming the flowers in the garden when she noticed Veronica, one of the maids, coming her way. As Veronica came closer, Amara’s frown deepened as she thought of avoiding her. “Who do we have here? Is this not our amazing, special Amara?” Veronica taunted, but Amara ignored her and continued trimming the flowers. “Tell me, Amara, I’m curious. What did you do? How did you do it?” Veronica asked, causing Amara to look her way in confusion. “What?” Amara asked, not understanding where Veronica was heading. Veronica scoffed and glared at her. “What did you do, Amara? How did you get them to fight over you?” Veronica sneered. Amara eyed her and went back to what she was doing. She knew what Veronica was getting at, and she wasn’t in the mood for it. “Sometimes I wonder what’s so special about you,” Veronica spat with hate and jealousy. “Apart from having a beautiful face, I see nothing special about you. Why are the twins after you? A bastard maid like you—” “Enough!” Ama

“What?” Amara stuttered, unable to believe what Damon had just said. He smirked and leaned closer to her, his hot breath fanning her face as his eyes locked with hers. “Yes, Amara. Kiss me. I want that as a sendoff kiss. Can’t you do that for me?” he asked, and Amara’s frown deepened. “You are insane, Damon. Let go of me,” she demanded, trying to free herself from his grip, but he held her tighter—though not hard enough to hurt her. “No, Amara. You will have to kiss me right here and now,” he demanded, his eyes dark as he resisted the urge to slam his lips against hers. Amara’s heart raced as she stared back at Damon, who didn’t look like he was joking about his request. There were times she had fantasized about kissing him—craving to feel his lips on hers and to know how he tasted. But now she wasn’t sure if she wanted it. And besides, why should she give her first kiss to a man who hated her and had rejected her as his maid? “No, Damon. I won’t kiss you. If you want to be kis

There was a tense, bittersweet energy in the air. The pack members had gathered in the courtyard to bid farewell to both Damon and Darius, who stood side by side near the sleek black SUV waiting to take them away. Amara stood a few paces behind the crowd, her heart pounding as she watched the scene unfold. She felt numb, her emotions raw from the events of the previous night. It was surreal to see them both now—Damon, composed but distant, his usual arrogant expression replaced with an unreadable one; and Darius, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching for someone—searching for her. Her fingers subconsciously toyed with the pendant around her neck, the silver crescent moon cool against her skin. The weight of Darius’s gift was heavy on her heart—a reminder of the quiet, heartfelt goodbye they’d shared. And then there was Damon: his kiss, his words, and the tears he had shed. It all felt like a whirlwind she couldn’t escape. And yet, here she was, standing amidst it all, trying to ma