Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unwanted mate:The Alpha’s priceless Luna: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Sera's POVThe hospital room was too quiet.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to settle no matter how hard I tried to rest. The bandages around my throat itched constantly, a physical reminder of everything that had happened. But the wounds on my skin weren't what kept me awake at night.It was the memories.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lyra's face. And I kept seeing her die.She had the same face as the woman Damon once loved. The woman who had jumped off a cliff to protect him. And now Damon had killed her with his own hands, ripping out her heart while I watched.How could anyone recover from that?I tried to tell myself it was justified. Lyra had been a monster. She had controlled Damon, tortured him, tried to use him as a weapon to murder me. Her death was self-defense. Justice. The only possible ending to the nightmare she had created.But the rational explanations couldn't erase the image of her falling to the ground, her chest torn open, wearing Elen

Sera's POVElder Margaret led me deeper into the library, past towering shelves filled with ancient tomes and forgotten histories. The musty scent of old paper filled my lungs, somehow calming the chaos that had been churning inside me for days."Thank you again for helping me get in," I said, breaking the comfortable silence between us. "I didn't realize the library had new security measures."

Damon's POVThe library loomed before me, its ancient stone facade illuminated by soft lamplight. I had made this walk countless times before, but never with such a heavy heart.I pushed through the entrance and scanned the interior, searching for Sera among the towering shelves and quiet reading nooks. The guard at the front desk confirmed she was still inside, somewhere in the restricted archives with Elder Margaret.

Sera's POVThe kiss lingered between us, soft and unhurried, like neither of us wanted it to end.When we finally pulled apart, Damon kept his forehead pressed against mine, his breath warm on my face. His hand still cradled the back of my head, his touch gentle and grounding."Better?" he asked quietly.

Sera's POVMatthew pressed the worn photograph into my trembling hands."This is her," he said softly. "Your mother. Clara. I've carried it with me every day since she died. I want you to have it now."I stared down at the image, my breath catching in my throat. She was beautiful. Dark hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes that sparkled with warmth and intelligence, a smile that seemed to light up the