All Chapters of Becoming Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter Two — The LieKIERAN'S POV The castle slept the way wolves never truly did . It was all quiet on the surface and coiled beneath. I stood alone in the war room long after everyone had gone, hands braced on the table, staring at the map spread across it. Borders. Patrol routes. Threat markers. Cold ink and paper… where the woman I loved should have been or could possibly be. Selene. Her name echoed through me like a wound that refused to close. The fire burned low in the hearth behind me, shadows stretching across the stone walls. I didn’t feel the heat. I barely felt the room. I felt absence and fear. The kind I would never speak aloud. A soft knock sounded at the door. “Enter.” Markus stepped inside, posture rigid, eyes tired. He bowed his head. “Alpha.” I studied him for a beat. Loyal. Controlled. The closest thing I had to a brother. And tonight, I had dragged him into a lie I hated almost as much as the truth. “Is she settled now?” I asked. His jaw moved slightl

Aria’s POVThis can’t be happening? Of all people in the world to see me naked.. It had to be kieran? My heart was hammering in my chest, and I could hardly breathe. We were too close for comfort, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. My cheeks burned. Not even Marcus had ever been this close to me… not ever. And now, somehow, Kieran had managed to be in the same space, the same shower, as me.I needed to scream. I wanted to push him away, to shout at him for being so impossibly… overwhelming. But the words caught in my throat…stuck like glue. My body betrayed me in ways I didn’t understand, responding to him even as my mind screamed stop, this is insane.I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the shower wall, trying to ground myself. His eyes traced the drops of water that flowed from my collar to my breasts. Our breathing began to sync and it was terrifying.. Not with him, I won’t allow it. His eyes were sharp, unreadable, dangerous.. They were on me, and ev

Aria’s POV“No… uh—” I cleared my throat, suddenly very aware of how many eyes were on me. “I mean, I’m not really comfortable with public kisses.”The words rushed out before I could overthink them.“On our wedding day, I did it because… well, it was our wedding,” I added, forcing a small, polite smile. “But every other day, I prefer things like that to be private.”There was an awkward silence,not the sharp, hostile kind…but the heavy kind that presses against your ribs and makes breathing feel like work. I felt every gaze settle on me, weighing my words, measuring them, wondering if this was defiance or shyness or something in between.Kieran didn’t say anything. I didn’t look at him. If I did, I might lose my nerve, or worse, read something on his face that would make this harder than it already was.“Oh…it’s okay, dear,” his mother said quickly, her tone softening. “I’m sorry if we were pushing.” she said softly, relief washed over me, gentle but fragile, like it could disappear

Aria’s POVWhere could Marcus be? I have checked everywhere…hallways, corners, places I knew he liked to hide when his thoughts got too loud. Nothing. Time kept slipping through my fingers, and panic curled tighter in my chest with every second.I needed to see him. Just for a moment. Then I could return before anyone noticed I was gone.It was already late. Too late. And still no sign of the man after my heart...I just needed to see him before going back to that grumpy Alpha.This was torture. Pure, cruel torture.I slipped back into the house through the back door, careful and quiet…and that was when I saw him.Marcus.My heart leapt… then shattered…He..He was hugging another woman.Everything inside me went cold. My chest hurt so badly I thought I might stop breathing. My mind spun, refusing to make sense of what my eyes were seeing.Before I could think better of it, I rushed forward. By the time I reached him, the woman was already gone, like she’d vanished into thin air.I shove

What just happened?The question looped through my head as I stood there, my back half-turned to her, my hand still resting on the door as if leaving would somehow undo what I’d done. It was never meant to be like that. The mark was supposed to be shallow,functional. A solution. Nothing more.We weren’t meant to feel anything.And yet my chest felt tight, my thoughts jagged, like something had been torn loose and left to scrape against my ribs.I could still feel her.That was wrong. The bond should have faded the second I pulled away. Instead, it lingered…unwelcome, heavy, distorted. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless in a way that made no sense. Not protective. Not aggressive. Something far worse.Aware.She took a step, then swayed.I turned just in time to see the color drain from her face.“No,” I muttered, more command than concern. Omegas didn’t collapse from a simple mark. Substitutes didn’t react like that. This was supposed to be clean.She crumpled before I could sto