All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LyseraThe night refused to settle. Or maybe it was me.I had been pacing for so long that the distance between the door and the window no longer felt like a space. It felt like a cage I kept walking into over and over again. Back and forth. Back and forth. My bare feet pressed against the cold floor, the chill creeping up through my skin, but I barely felt it.I couldn’t sit.Every time I tried, my body would tense again, forcing me back to my feet like something inside me refused to let me rest.I shouldn’t have said it. The words replayed in my head, over and over again, refusing to stop.“I’ll go through with the mating ritual.”My fingers curled tightly at my sides. What had I been thinking?I stopped mid-step, my chest tightening as the realization settled deeper.I had given him everything.Every-damn-thing.A bitter laugh almost left my throat, but I swallowed it down. It felt too sharp, too close to breaking.“I should have given him half,” I muttered under my breath, my voic

Lysera Time passed. I didn’t know how much. Minutes or hours. It all blurred together until the silence in my room began to feel too loud. No one came. No knock, no servant. No food. My stomach twisted sharply, reminding me of what I had been trying to ignore since I woke up. Hunger. Real, biting hunger that made my head feel light and my body weak. I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips together. Of course. Either they forgot… or they didn’t want to feed me. I was back to what I was trying to escape. My jaw tightened. I wasn’t stupid enough to sit here and starve while waiting for someone who might not come. And even if they did, I wouldn’t trust whatever they brought me. Not anymore. Not in this place. I pushed away from the window and walked toward the door again. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I opened it. The hallway was quiet. The guard who stopped me before was nowhere to be found this time as I stepped out. For a second, I thought I might make it all the way to the kitchen

Author’s povHenry sat behind his desk, the untouched documents spread out before him like a quiet accusation.The ink had long dried on the page he was supposed to review. The letter meant for Alpha Hudson remained half-written, the words stopping abruptly where his thoughts had begun to scatter. He had rewritten the opening three times already and none of it sounded right. Nothing felt right.Outside, the pack house moved as it always did—guards changing shifts, servants passing through the halls, life continuing without pause—but inside his office, everything felt still and off balance.He leaned back slightly in his chair, dragging a hand over his face before exhaling slowly. Isyra had forced him to eat lunch with her.Lunch with her had been… normal. She smiled, talked, and reached across the table to place food on his plate like she always did. She had spoken about small things, about the pack, about how they hadn’t been spending enough time together.She had said she felt lonel

Author’s POV“Isyra was never pregnant, Alpha.”For a moment, Henry said nothing.He didn’t look surprised. He didn’t look angry either. Maybe it was because the thought had already taken root somewhere in his mind—fed slowly by Lysera’s repeated accusations—or maybe it was because he simply didn’t have the strength to react.He didn’t know what he was feeling. Only one thing stood out clearly.Numbness.“When did you find this out?” he asked.If Healer Apollo was surprised by Henry’s lack of reaction, he didn’t show it.“I confirmed everything this morning.”Henry’s gaze sharpened slightly.“It’s almost evening, Healer Apollo. Why did you not come in the morning?” His voice tightened as he spoke.Now, the anger was beginning to surface. Slow at first, but steady. Not just anger at the lie—but at the scale of it.Isyra had deceived him. Deceived the entire pack. For months.And like fools, they had all believed her.Henry’s jaw clenched as memories began to rise, one after the other.

Author’s POV “Do you know that Isyra was never pregnant?” Henry asked. Harlow reared back as if he had been struck. His eyes widened so much Henry almost expected them to fall out. “W-what do you mean she was never pregnant?” “She wasn’t.” Henry’s voice was steady, but there was a tightness beneath it. “Lysera kept saying it, but we all—” he paused, then corrected himself, “I thought it was the bitterness of a jealous woman. I thought she was trying to slander her sister. I thought she was trying to escape punishment.” Harlow dragged in a deep breath and let it out slowly, like he was forcing himself to stay grounded. “Alright,” he said. “I don’t think my brain is processing this as fast as it should. So explain it to me properly. How did you come to the conclusion that Isyra was never pregnant?” Before Henry could respond, Harlow’s expression shifted. His eyes narrowed slightly as something crossed his mind. “Please don’t tell me this is because of the mating bond,” he said. “