All Chapters of The Luna they both Claimed : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damon and Darius arrived in South Korea after a ten-hour flight from California. They sat beside each other in the car that was driving them to the Alphas Academy, which was a ten-minute drive from the airport. As the journey continued, the two brothers—who were seated beside each other—hadn’t said a word throughout their trip. They had been silent, looking away from each other, acting as though the other wasn’t even there. A tired sigh left Damon’s lips as he closed his eyes and thought of Amara. He wondered if she had gotten his present, and if she would think it was from his brother, since he hadn’t indicated who sent it in the note. He thought about their moment in the garden and the kiss they had shared. Another sigh left his lips as he remembered how he told her he didn’t hate her—how he never hated her—and he regretted it. He shouldn’t have said it, but the words came out uncontrollably. A pang of pain hit his chest when he realized he would be away from her for five whole

Bing, bing, bing. The loud ringing of the table clock jolted Amara awake. With a tired sigh, she stretched her arms, slid out of bed, and knelt down to say her morning prayers. After finishing, she sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts drifting to the twins. It had been one month since they left for the Alpha’s Academy, and she missed them terribly. During the first week of their departure, she felt lonely—as though a part of her had left with them. Every night, she would dream about them, especially their last conversation together. Over the past month, she had been trying her best to adjust to life without them, and she hoped she could keep going. “I miss them,” Amara whispered to her wolf. Surprisingly, it wasn’t just Darius she missed—she missed Damon too. She should have been relieved, happy that he was no longer around to torment her. But strangely, she missed him as well. She missed seeing him. The worst part was that the memory of their last moment together in the

Darius exchange glance with his brother, Before stepping forward. A nervous gulp passed down his throat as he glanced around and noticed all eyes on him. Some were staring with curiosity, while others with high expectations. It was only Damon who stared at him with concern, because he knew what this meant to them. They were going to be the Alphas of one of the biggest packs in the world, and not having any special abilities would be a blow to their legacy. “Close your eyes,” Professor Steve instructed, his tone commanding yet calm. Darius obeyed, heart pounding. Professor Steve began saying the incantation, and the atmosphere changed. As Professor Steve continued chanting, Darius went into a trance. Suddenly, he was no longer on the field but standing among a group of strangers. Each person struggled to lift small rocks, but in Darius’s hands, there was a massive boulder—and he was lifting it effortlessly with just one hand. The incantation ended, and Darius blinked back to reali

Amara swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to think of what to say to Prince Aldrick. She knew she couldn’t tell him the truth—not about herself. What could she possibly reveal? That she was a bastard child and her mother, a maid, had died giving birth to her? That she’d been raised in the palace not as royalty, but as a servant to the twins? The moment Prince Aldrick found out she was nothing more than a common maid, the admiration in his eyes would vanish. He would see her differently. Sensing her discomfort, Prince Aldrick smiled gently and took the lead in the conversation, hoping to put her at ease. “Forgive my manners, I should introduce myself properly,” he said with a charming smile. Amara swallowed again, her throat dry as she tried to focus on his words while they danced. “So, I’m Prince Aldrick. My father is King Kingsley of Scotland. Unfortunately—and fortunately—we are humans,” he said with a soft chuckle. Amara nodded. She wasn’t surprised he was human becau

Amara froze, her heart pounding in her chest as Prince Aldrick's question echoed in her mind. How did he know? Was it so obvious in her eyes? His words struck too close to the truth, unraveling the careful mask she had been wearing. She quickly averted her gaze, unable to face his piercing stare. “I—” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Amara’s mind raced as she struggled to find the right words, but nothing seemed to fit. Should she be honest? Could she even admit to herself how much Damon still had a hold on her heart, despite everything? Prince Aldrick let out a small sigh, his hand falling back to his side. He wasn’t angry. If anything, he seemed almost resigned. “You don’t have to answer,” he said softly. “Your silence tells me enough.” Amara bit her lip, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her. She had never wanted to hurt anyone—least of all someone as kind and understanding as Aldrick. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. “It’s no