All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Josie“Are you okay?” Jerry asked, studying me for a moment longer than necessary, his brows knitting together slightly, that familiar look of concern or suspicion settling on his face.I lifted my gaze to him, surprised by the question. “Yeah, I’m okay,” I replied, nodding frantically. “Why do you ask?”He hesitated, then shrugged lightly. “You just… you look like you were upset or irritated by something.”I forced out a smile immediately. “No, there’s nothing wrong with me,” I said, paused, then I tilted my head, letting my voice soften even more. “But I was thinking about something,” I added. “Why did you set the wedding for a month from now? Why can’t it happen sooner? Like… in a week, or even a few days’ time?”His expression changed slightly, but it was more than enough for me to notice when he exhaled and looked away briefly before meeting my eyes again.“Didn’t I already tell you the reason?” He said. “It’s just easier for me to wait and see if Lizabella returns without the ev

Lizabella No matter how hard I tried, I could not understand what Elder Vance had revealed to me because my mind felt like it had cracked open, like someone had taken everything I thought I understood about my life and smashed it against the floor without mercy. Still… I found it hard to believe that Jerry had  actually gone ahead with his plans to marry Josie without showing a single ounce of guilt.My chest tightened painfully at the thought. What about her? What about the woman who had been my best friend for se

Donald“I honestly don’t get it,” I said whilst leaning back in my chair and staring at my brothers. “I really don’t. After everything Jerry did to her, she’s still stuck on him. Still emotionally chained to her ex like none of the pain ever mattered. And yet…” I scoffed, spreading my arms slightly. “She has people like us right here in her life.”They both remained silent with Donald scrolling through his phone from beside me and Damon who had his head buried in the files spread across his desk. And for a brief moment, I found my thoughts drifting somewhere they had no business going. Lizabella’s face surfaced uninvited in my mind, not the distant, guarded version of her we had grown used to, but the quiet one, the one who sat beside Pearl at night, humming softly, pretending like she was not breaking apart piece by piece.It annoyed me how easily she lodged herself into moments like this, how even when chaos erupted elsewhere, she still found a way to exist in my thoughts and I hate

LizabellaPearl had been in her room upstairs all day long, waiting for her fathers to return so she could drag them to the garden or the lounge or anywhere at all and play with them the way she had been promised. Little did she know that two of her fathers were currently fighting for their lives, and one of them had already slipped into a coma.The thought sat heavy in my stomach, twisting and tightening until it became hard to breathe. How was I supposed to go upstairs and look into her eyes and tell her something like that? How was I supposed to crush that small, hopeful heart that still believed promises were unbreakable?My mind was a mess with too many thoughts colliding at once. I couldn't stop thinking about Pearl’s reaction, the way she might shut down completely, the questions she would ask that no one could answer. And beyond that… the future. What kind of future would she have if this went wrong?How would she take it? Would she break down completely? Would she grow silent

Damon“But daddy…” Pearl said softly, her small fingers curling into the fabric of my sleeve. “I just wanted to know how you’re doing.”I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening as I finally looked down at her. And Gods, the concern in her eyes nearly broke me, but that was exactly why I couldn’t do this.“As you can see, I’m not doing fine and I don’t look fine either,” I said, my voice colder than I intended as I gestured vaguely at the wheelchair. “That’s why I want to be alone. So please, go with your Aunt Liza.”I saw it then, the way her shoulders slumped, the way her lips trembled as she tried not to cry, and it stabbed at something deep in my chest, but I refused to let myself soften because I didn't want to let my daughter see me like this. More than that, I wasn’t mentally prepared to face anyone. So I lifted my hand slightly, gesturing toward Lizabella without looking at her and she stepped forward immediately, taking Pearl’s hand.“Let’s go for now,” Lizabella persuaded gently.