All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Author’s POV The silence that followed was thick. Heavy. Pressing in from all sides.Lysera didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t take back her words. She simply sat there, watching him and waiting.Henry dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once—twice—like a caged animal trying to find an exit that didn’t exist.“You think this is a negotiation?” he snapped suddenly, turning back to her. “You think you’re in any position to make demands?”Lysera tilted her head slightly, studying him. “Yes.”The single word landed harder than anything else she had said. His eyes flashed.“You are alive because I allow it,” he continued, his voice dropping, turning colder. “Don’t forget that.”“And you will remain alive because of me,” she returned just as quickly.That stopped him for half a second.Then his expression twisted. “Don’t,” he warned.“No,” she cut in, her voice sharper now. “You don’t get to pretend that’s not true. You said it yourself. Your wolf is tearing you apart. Without this bon

LyseraI ate in silence. Not the kind that pressed in on you until you couldn’t breathe, but the kind that came with a strange sense of control—of things finally starting to fall into place the way I wanted.Each bite was slow. Something I allowed myself to enjoy.The food was good. No—better than good. It was warm, rich and balanced in a way that made me pause after every few mouthfuls just to appreciate it. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this. Not just eating—but eating well. Eating without rushing like the food would be snatched if I didn’t eat fast enough. Eating without suspicion clawing at the back of my throat that the food might have been poisoned by my twin sister.‘Of course it’s good,’ my wolf said, smug. ‘I told you what to do. I practically made it.’I huffed softly but didn’t argue. I let the moment stretch, finishing the last bite before pushing the tray away.When I leaned back in my chair and stretched, the relief came instantly. My back arched slightly, shoulde

Lysera Another stone struck the side of the carriage, then another, the impact making the entire frame shudder beneath us.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.My body felt locked in place, my fingers curling tightly against my lap as I sat there, listening, feeling every hit, every shout, every second stretch too long.The boy didn’t move either.He stayed where he was, directly in front of me, solid and unyielding, taking whatever came through without flinching again.Gradually, the noise began to fade. The shouting grew distant. The pounding footsteps slowed and then disappeared entirely. They couldn’t keep up.Still, the carriage didn’t slow down. Not until there was nothing left behind us but silence.Only then did he move. Slowly, like nothing had happened, he straightened and returned to his seat across from me, his expression settling back into that same guarded composure.Like he hadn’t just taken a blow meant for me.I stared at him, my chest still tight, my pulse refusing to steady.

LyseraI didn’t get far. At first, I thought I could keep going. I tightened my hold around the young guard, dragged his arm over my shoulder again, and forced my legs to move. One step. Then another and another.But he was getting heavier. Not just heavy but a dead weight.Each step pulled at my bones, at my muscles, at the little strength I had left. My legs trembled beneath me. My breath came out uneven, sharp and loud in the quiet of the forest. My vision blurred at the edges, the trees shifting and tilting in a way that made it hard to focus.I tried, I really tried but my body gave out in the end.My foot caught against something—maybe a root, maybe nothing at all—and I stumbled forward. I kicked the base of a tree in frustration as I lost my balance, and the next second, we both went down hard.The impact knocked the breath out of me again. My grip loosened, and he slipped off my shoulder, hitting the ground beside me with a dull, lifeless thud.For a second, I didn’t move. I j

Lysera A loud crash ripped through the house and dragged me out of sleep. I jerked upright, my heart slamming hard against my ribs as the sound echoed in my head. For a second, I didn’t move. I just sat there, breathing too fast, my eyes darting around the room as I tried to understand where I was. The walls felt unfamiliar. The bed beneath me was hard. This wasn’t the new room Henry assigned to me in the pack house My mind struggled to catch up with my body. Then it hit me all at once. The forest. The attack. Blood. Timothy. My chest tightened sharply. Another sound followed—heavy footsteps, fast and purposeful, shaking the quiet of the house. “Where is she?” Henry’s voice rang out through the house. “I can smell her all over this house.” Relief came first. He came. He really came to find me. ‘I knew he would.’ My wolf said in my head. I ignored her, because the tone of his voice—rough, furious, unrestrained—sent something uneasy crawling down my spine. I pushed the blanke