All Chapters of The Fake Luna He Married: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The pack’s bond ceremony was about to begin. Warm, solemn light washed the hall as guests took their seats in twos and threes.Just then, a little boy with a cup of grape juice darted out of the crowd and crashed into Susan.Purple‑red juice splashed over her snow‑white gown in an instant, staining most of the skirt with mottled marks.She couldn’t help screaming. “My dress!”Someone nearby reacted fast and scolded, “Whose pup is this? Who let him in? Get him out, now!”Aron strode over at the commotion, but when he saw the flash of impatience that crossed Susan’s face, he hesitated.In his memory, Susan had always been meek, well‑mannered, decent. Even when bothered, she handled it with calm and never lost control.Yet now, annoyance and anger were written there, plain as day. Aron blinked, thrown by the unfamiliarity.“Aron?” Susan seemed only then to notice him. Her tone softened; warmth returned to her eyes. “When did you get here? I didn’t even see you.”Aron looked at her, gaze d

Frost fell through Aron's gaze onto Susan’s face. He said nothing.She stalled a beat, realizing she’d misspoken.“I didn’t mean to forget,” she rushed out. “The preparations were a mess. I’m exhausted.”She reached to hook his arm, coaxing. “Don’t be mad, okay? After we bond, tell me all those stories again, please?”He stared at her too‑close face and felt sick.“You’re still lying.”His voice was low, teeth clenched. “You were never the one with me.”He shoved her. Unprepared, she toppled from the dais, crashing at the foot of the viewing steps.White silk tore. Blood soaked through torn fabric at her knees and arms.The room gaped. Flashes popped. Guests whispered behind their hands.Susan forgot the pain, hands flying to cover her face.She moved to chase him, but Aron had already stridden to center stage and snatched the microphone from the officiant.His voice cut like winter. “This bond ceremony ends here.”“She is not my mate.”He dropped the mic and walked out.He ran straigh

We went to the clinic almost every day after that.Under the nurse’s careful care, the puppy’s leg mended faster than expected.He could already totter up and wag his tail.I wanted to bring him home, but my landlord had been clear—no pets.It was a clause I’d agreed to when I signed.“I can keep him,” Kane said. “My place is bigger. I’ve had dogs before.”He pulled out his phone. The lock screen was a husky, tongue lolling, eyes bright.I laughed. “Alright. Then dog food is on me. You’ve been paying the vet.”“Deal,” he said easily. “But you can’t carry so many bags, too heavy.” He paused. “I’ll go with you.”I hadn’t expected the offer to come so naturally.For a second I was at a loss and only nodded.The pet store was close, shelves stacked with food, toys, blankets.I hesitated between brands; Kane calmly compared ingredients and nutrients—cool as if making submissions in court, oddly reassuring.For a heartbeat, it felt like someone was taking my choices seriously.The feeling wa

Aron stood by the window, a half‑smoked cigarette burning to ash between his fingers.He didn’t even notice it fall.Since learning the one who saved him was Julia—not Susan—he hadn’t slept through a night.His people had scoured the territory. No trace.Julia’s number was long dead.Guilt and panic twined together, gnawing to the bone.He had done so much wrong that now he didn’t even have the chance to explain.A knock.“Alpha,” the Beta said softly. “Henry is here.”“Send him in.”Henry entered with a smile still pasted on. “I hear you canceled the wedding. Aron, do you realize what that means for Silver Claw and Ash Born?”Aron looked at him, cold. He crushed the cigarette out; the room seemed to drop a few degrees.“Are you reminding me—or threatening me?”Henry faltered, then forced a laugh. “Of course not. Susan loves you. This union… it’s best for both packs.”Aron’s voice turned dangerous. “You knew who saved me.”Henry froze.Aron walked toward him, gaze cutting. “Say it.”“W

The room was so quiet you could hear a heartbeat.A sealed folder sat on the table; Silver Claw’s crest stamped in the corner.Aron nodded at it. His voice was calm to the point of cruelty. “Open it.”Susan’s hands trembled. When she tore it, pages fluttered out.On them—a clear title: Blood‑Severance Statement.Her face drained.Aron drummed his fingers twice. “Tell the truth.”Susan lifted her head, lips shaking. “I don’t know what you mean—”“Then wait till I’m done.”He stood, long shadow stretching under the light.“Take her,” he said.The car stopped outside the Ash Born house.Night pressed down like a wall.No one opened her door.She climbed out. Hands seized her. A black cloth dropped over her eyes.She shrieked, “Who are you? Let go!”“Quiet,” someone warned. “If you want to live, don’t move.”Her hands were tied. Breath stuttered.Time stretched until the cloth was yanked away.Light stabbed her eyes—and there he was.Aron.Her lips shook. “Aron? Why?”He came close, terrif