All Chapters of The Moon Chose Me Twice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Charlie)I don't remember the walk home. My feet just move, one in front of the other, carrying me through a world that's suddenly gone gray and thin.She’s lying.The thought is a desperate chant. She’s lying. She’s lying. She has to be lying.It’s a trick. A cruel, vicious ploy by a jealous woman to shatter the fragile peace I’ve bled for.Kaleb is my mate. He wouldn't. He couldn't. That... thing she showed me was an abomination. Kaleb would never wear that.My denial is a shield, and I hold it in front of me with both hands as I reach the pack house.It's dark and empty. He’s not home yet.A surge of relief almost makes my knees buckle. Good. I have time.I march into the kitchen on autopilot. I am the Luna. I am his wife. I’m not the trembling, terrified girl who just met a ghost from her husband’s past.I’ll make his favorite dinner. I’ll light some candles, sit him down, and tell him the wonderful news.I slide a hand into my pocket. The plastic stick is still there. My secre

(Charlie)I run.I don't know where I'm going, I just know I have to get out. The pain is a living thing inside me, a physical tearing in my chest where the mate bond used to be. It’s a gaping, jagged wound, and the cold night air does nothing to numb it.Rejected.The word is a death sentence for my child.I stumble through the dark forest, my feet bare, my cloak catching on thorns and branches. I’m running on pure, animal instinct. Away from him. Away from her. Away from the monster in his eyes.My baby.I gasp as a fresh wave of agony hits me. Not just the soul-crushing pain of the rejection, but a sharp, physical cramp low in my belly.Madilyn’s voice echoes in my head. It will take that baby from you... You’ll be bleeding by morning.I stop, leaning against a tree, my breath sawing in my lungs. I feel a sticky warmth between my legs.No. No, no, no.I look down, and even in the faint moonlight, I can see the dark stain spreading on the inside of my thighs.Blood.A sob rips from

(Madilyn)I keep my hand looped through Kaleb's arm, my nails digging slightly into his biceps. A physical anchor. A reminder. You are mine.He's been like this for weeks now. Distant and irritable. The Mark on his skin is fading, its power over him blurring, and it's taking every ounce of my will to hold him, to keep him focused. To keep him mine.The Conclave hall is buzzing. Alphas and their heirs, all posturing and scent-marking, a room full of predators pretending at politics. I plaster a serene, confident smile on my face, playing the part of the beloved, chosen Luna.Kaleb is silent beside me, a dark, brooding statue. His gaze is fixed on the entrance."Waiting for someone, my love?" I purr, trying to draw him back.He just grunts.My stomach clenches. The Mark on my arm, hidden beneath my silk sleeve, feels cold. It used to burn with power. Now, it just itches vaguely.Then the Silverwood pack makes their entrance.Alpha Marcus strides in first, looking like he's ready to dec

(Charlie)“You were magnificent, Charlie.”Rohan’s hand covers mine. His palm is warm, his grip firm. He squeezes my fingers before releasing them, his smile tight but triumphant.“Did you see his face?” Rohan chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. “The great Alpha Kaleb, struck dumb. You destroyed him in there. It was poetic.”I force a smile that feels like a grimace. “I just wanted to leave, Rohan. I wanted it to be over.”“And it is,” he says, turning his eyes back to the road. “He won’t touch you again. I won’t let him. You’re home now. You’re mine.”Mine.The word sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the cold. Kaleb’s wolf had roared that word in my head. Rohan says it like a statement of ownership.When the car pulls up to the pack house, I’m out before the engine dies.“I need to see Elara,” I say, cutting off Rohan’s offer to walk me inside. “The stress... I need to check the baby.”He nods, his expression shifting to concern. “Of course. Go. I’ll brief the gu

(Charlie)Twenty-four hours is a long time. Forty-eight is an eternity.I’m standing in the foyer, my arms wrapped around myself, staring at the heavy oak front door. Willing it to open.Willing his booming laugh to fill the silence. Willing him to walk in, smelling of pine needles and stale whiskey, apologizing for worrying me.Rohan pushes through the front door, bringing a gust of wet wind with him. He shakes off his rain slicker, his face grim. He doesn't look at me immediately, which tells me everything I need to know."Rohan?" My voice is a rasp.He looks up, his hazel eyes filled with a frustration that mirrors my own terror. He shakes his head."Nothing, Charlie. We combed the sector near the Conclave grounds. We checked the bars he frequented. We checked the border roads."He runs a hand through his damp hair. "It's like he vanished into thin air.""Alphas don't vanish," I snap, the fear making me sharp. "He’s powerful. If someone took him, there would be a fight. There would