All Chapters of The Dual Luna and Her Twin Mates: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Riya~The chains around my wrists were heavier than they looked. I had stopped trying to move hours ago, or maybe days. Since the wedding, time didn’t exist in this prison, only silence and darkness.I was given one meal a day: sometimes overly baked bread, dried steak, or even overripe fruit. But a prisoner could not object.When the door creaked open, the light nearly blinded me. My eyes flinched, adjusting slowly until I saw a guard step in. “Get up,” he said curtly.“Why?” I questioned.“The King needs you at once.”For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. The King? After everything he’d done to my family, to my pack, why would he need me?The guard didn’t wait for an answer. He bent down, unlocked my cuffs, and pulled me to my feet. My body ached from sitting on the cold floor too long, but I followed him anyway, dragging my feet as the metal door slammed behind us.When we reached the grand door of the Alpha King’s meeting room, two more guards pushed it open, and my breath ca

~Riya~The drive was silent. I didn’t ask questions, and the man who brought me here didn’t say a word, either. When we finally pulled into the estate, I thought we’d taken a wrong turn.The place looked nothing like anything I’d ever seen before. Luxury stared at me from every corner. Even the smallest details, vases, curtains, the carved banister, screamed wealth.Not the kind I’d grown up around.This was luxury in its purest form: extravagant, shiny, and chic.The man beside me stopped at a door and pushed it open. “Wait here,” he said, then turned and left.The door closed behind me with a quiet click.I looked around. The room was tidy, warm, and spacious enough to make me feel small. My fingers brushed over the velvet armrest of the chair by the window. Everything looked perfect, but somehow, it didn’t feel welcoming.Minutes passed. My thoughts wandered back to the cell I’d been held in before this, back to the moment the guard said the Alpha wanted to see me. It was an event

~Riya~The morning came with a cruel brightness. My eyes opened to my new little room, the folded uniform waiting on the chest.For a moment, I laid still, clutching the blanket, willing myself to wake again in Nightfang lands. To smell pine, to hear my father’s laugh, to feel the warmth of my pack close by.But the silence pressed cold against me. Could I ever erase the memory of all that had happened? What mattered the most were the remaining pack members. They were locked in prison, and I was here as a servant.Knuckles rapped against the door. Then his voice followed, sharp and steady. “Riya.”My throat tightened. I whispered, “Just a nightmare. Please, just a nightmare.” But the door rattled again.“Riya.”I forced my legs to move. “Yes, sir,” I called softly.“Open.”I got up and did. When the door swung open, his shadow stretched across the small room, swallowing the pale light.“You greet me properly,” he said.I bowed my head. “Good morning, sir.”“Louder and with more streng

~Riya~Days turned into weeks, and the rhythm of my new life began to take shape.Morning after morning, I woke to the aroma and the endless shuffle of feet in Dorian Steele’s restaurant. Somewhere along the line, I stopped trembling whenever his voice echoed through the hallway. I still feared him, but the fear no longer ruled me.Dorian was a wolf who thrived in the human world, his success a badge of pride. To the humans, he was a genius entrepreneur; to the wolves, a symbol of dominance.Each day followed a pattern: washing dishes until my fingers wrinkled, chopping vegetables, tasting sauces, cleaning tables. One day I learned to fold napkins into roses; the next, how to balance a tray without spilling a single drop. I touched every corner of the restaurant, each task sharpening my skills into those of a restaurant expert.On the final day of the week, everything changed.I had just finished wiping the kitchen counter when a tall figure appeared at the doorway. “Miss Riya Wintle,

~Riya~The slap didn’t end the humiliation; it was only the beginning.As if striking me wasn’t enough, Dorian ordered me to work the entire night alone. Every other night-shift waiter was dismissed and sent back to the staff quarters. “They’re relieved of duty,” he said coldly. “You’ll serve every table tonight by yourself.”I didn’t even argue. What could I say? He was my boss, my master, my captor. So I lowered my head and obeyed.The restaurant glowed like a palace. It was late, but customers still poured in: rich men in silk suits, women in glittering gowns, laughing over wine and desserts. And I was the lone waiter, weaving between their tables like a shadow.“Welcome to Classy Dinings,” I greeted, forcing a polite smile at a broad-chested man whose shirt looked a size too small for him. “What would you like to have tonight?”He glanced up from his phone. “A cup of coffee, two omelets, and avocado toast.”That sounded like breakfast, not dinner, but who was I to question? “Sit a