All Chapters of THE HOLIDAY I BECAME HIS LUNA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Gahn headed downstairs, his mind a mess. Why’s she keeping me here if she chose Hunter? And why does it feel so real when we kiss? It’s like she means it.Todd clapped him on the back. “Yeah, man, being with her is tough, but not being with her? That’s worse.”“Tell me about it,” Gahn muttered. “She wants me to stick around, but I don’t know if I can handle seeing Hunter with her. I’ll lose it.”Jason joined them, stopping mid-step as Dahlia descended the stairs. Her red dress made her look almost angelic.“Damn, she’s beautiful,” Todd said, hand over his mouth like he was trying to hold it in.Dahlia moved through the crowd, greeting more pack members. The music played on, drinks flowed, and Bram stepped up to ask her to dance.“You seem better today,” she said to him.“I’ve made peace with it,” Bram replied, smiling.“I never thanked you for everything you did for me,” Dahlia said, looking up at him.“I did it because I love you, Dahlia. You know that.”“You love me, Bram, but you’r

Hunter stepped closer, his voice sharp. “Have you lost it? You’re going to piss off the goddess.”She shot him a look, defiant. “No, I haven’t. And now I’m done with this, finally. And so are the rest of you.” Her gaze swept over them before she turned and walked away, then broke into a sprint, disappearing into the forest. Stripping off her clothes, she shifted and ran, wild and untethered. No one could tell her what to do anymore.Gahn picked up her coat, leaning against a tree to wait. Eventually, she returned, pacing in front of him, her crescent mark glowing faintly. She shifted back, breathless.“Naughty girl,” he teased, draping the cape over her shoulders.She smirked. “Feels fucking amazing to finally be free. Yeah, they’re pissed, but what else could I do? Just sit there and take it? My mom chose the wrong alpha, and look how that turned out for her. Not happening to me.” She tossed the dress at him. “Now help me get this thing back on.”“Do I have to?” he drawled, holding i

“Bram, tell me you see him. Please.” Dahlia’s face went ghostly white.“Uncle, we thought…” Her knees buckled. Bram grabbed her before she hit the ground, and someone shoved a glass of water into his hand.When she came to, her dad’s sharp gaze was locked on her.“Sorry to crash the party. Memories decided to show up uninvited. Here I am. Now get up, princess, and finish the show.”Dahlia was still pale, the world around her a haze of mechanical chatter.Bergen airportGahn boarded the jet to Oslo and dialed Briana. “You owe me big time. Turn your phone to video and get inside.”He watched the ceremony, her face pale, her expression hollow. “Damn it,” he muttered.“Okay, I’ll call again. Pick up this time,” he told her.He punched another number. “Greg, you set?”“Ready. You called it, how’d you know?” Greg asked.“They never found the body. He killed his wife, and Dahlia was supposed to go with her,” Gahn said flatly.“The guy has got a grudge,” Greg remarked.“First thing tomorrow,

Two months laterThe commotion downstairs jolted Bram and Dahlia awake. Dahlia bolted to the bathroom, gagging like clockwork. Bram pulled on his clothes and headed down, Dahlia trailing behind.“Dad, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice tight.Ben rubbed his forehead, looking wrecked. “The company’s tanked, Dahlia. Someone’s offering to take over, but they want the pack too. No choice. Haner and Connor got called in as well.”Dahlia frowned. “I don’t get it.”“You don’t need to,” Ben snapped, pacing. “Just go back to your room.”The weight of it all was crushing him, Hannah’s ultimatum, the company’s collapse, everything unraveling.Bram glanced at Dahlia. “Go rest. The baby could come any day now.”She retreated to the bedroom, where Briana slipped in moments later.“He sent this,” Briana said, holding out her phone. “Hurry up.”The video played. “My love,” his voice crackled through the screen. “Almost there. Just a few more days. I’ll hold my son in my arms, that’s a promise. I

Gahn, Lupin, and Hunter hovered behind the men, their low growls rumbling like a distant storm.Mr…Bunker Jim, he said, I hunt, but I don’t set traps. Something’s off here, and I don’t like it.You should walk away now, Gahn said, his gaze heavy, before this gets worse for you.What’s a hunter doing at a wolf gala? Lupin stepped closer, his tone sharp.I know what you are, Jim shot back. I’ll prove it. You don’t scare me. With that, he turned and marched off.Maybe we should scare him, Hunter muttered.I’m in, Lupin grinned.Enough, Dahlia cut in. Humans can’t know. But we’d better keep tabs on him.Lupin turned to Dahlia, his tone softer. You did good. The foundation’s raking it in, your product’s flying off the shelves.Thanks, Lupin, Dahlia replied. If you’re up for it, I’ll design a new line this year. "Let’s get wasted," she said with a grin.They took turns dancing with her, while Emily sat nearby, looking like she was about to explode.As Dahlia walked back with Lupin, laughin