All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lysera “What are we going to do about this whole thing?” Mother asked. “The pack would be expecting Isyra’s bump to show in a few months.”“We’ll just arrange for Isyra to have a miscarriage after her party. We’ll say it came from the stress of the party and the pressure of having the pack’s future resting on her shoulders.” Father’s tone was smug. “The pack will feel sorry for Isyra, and it will finally silence the mouths of those who have been saying you’re not the Alpha’s mate, so you shouldn’t be the Luna.”Only a few people were saying that. In the pack, anything the Alpha said went. Everybody followed without questioning.“Father, you always have the most brilliant ideas.”“Of course I do. I’ve contacted the doctors and arranged everything already, so that’s settled.” Father spoke to Isyra. “All you have to do is make sure you do a lot of laborious things tonight, and then we’ll talk about the particular day you’ll pretend to have the miscarriage.”“After this, Henry would neve

LyseraThe underground dungeon was cold, damp, and suffocating.I lay on the bare floor in a fetal position, my hands bound with heavy chains that felt like they were made to crush every last hope inside me. The only salvation I had been given was that they allowed me to put on my clothes before dragging me down here like a criminal.That was the only mercy but even that felt like mockery because they all stood around and watched me.I cried until my throat was sore, until my chest hurt, until my eyes burned and my body shook with every breath. I didn’t know how I still had tears left, but they kept coming anyway.I couldn’t understand why my own twin sister would do this to me?How could Isyra look at me—someone who had spent her whole life being ignored and pushed aside—and decide I was worth destroying?The fact that she wasn’t even pregnant made it worse. There was no baby. No heir or future alpha in her womb. No life I could have harmed. Only lies and deception.I didn’t know how

LyseraFor a few heartbeats, there was nothing at all.No sound, no movement and no breath I was aware of taking.Even I was silent. I was stunned so completely, so utterly, that my mind could not catch up with the words the healer had spoken. Pregnant. The word echoed emptily in my head, hollow and unreal, like it belonged to someone else entirely.Then the pack exploded. Loud, furious voices crashed over me from every direction at once. The fragile silence shattered into chaos, and the hatred I had felt earlier returned twice as strong, thicker and more violent than before.I stood there, barely breathing, barely blinking, as they tore me apart with words sharp enough to wound.“That’s a lie!”“She’s trying to escape punishment!”“She can’t be pregnant!”“Who would even touch her?”“She’s an outcast!”“The man must be a dog with no self-control and no standards!”“Disgusting.”“She probably spread her legs for anyone who would look at her!”A sharp pain cut through my chest at those

LyseraThe second healer’s words had barely settled when movement stirred at the edge of the pack square.My mother arrived.She walked in without hesitation, her steps steady and purposeful. The pack shifted instinctively to make way for her, bodies parting without a word. A few wolves bowed their heads as she passed.“I’m so sorry for the loss of your grandchild,” one of them said quietly.“The Moon Goddess will return your grandchild to you,” another added. “Bless her with twins to wipe away her sorrow.”Grandchild.I almost laughed—not because it was funny, but because it was so painfully absurd. A grandchild who had never existed. A life invented from lies, mourned with sincerity, given more weight and love than I had ever known.They grieved something imaginary with more devotion than they had ever shown me, standing right there, bleeding in front of them.And my mother accepted their condolences as if they were owed to her, her face set in practiced sorrow, her steps never slow

Daniel’s POVWhen my phone lit up with Aria’s name, I honestly thought I was imagining it.I’d been staring at screens for too long—maps, reports, timelines that refused to make sense no matter how many times I reviewed them. Sleep had stopped being a priority days ago. Coffee tasted like nothing. Every vibration of my phone had trained my body to brace for bad news.But when I saw her name, there was no hesitation.No second-guessing. No moment where I stared at the screen and debated what the right response would be.The moment I saw Aria, my fingers moved on instinct.Hi, sweetheart.I sent it before I could stop myself, before I could think about whether it was too familiar or too much. The word had always come naturally with her. It still did. And the fact that she didn’t immediately push back—didn’t tell me not to call her that—loosened something tight in my chest.Answering her was easy. Everything I didn’t say was not.I wanted to tell her I’d missed her. That the house felt w