All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

LyseraMy shoulders shook violently as I cried, my grip tightening around her legs like she was the only thing keeping me grounded.“Please…” I choked out again, my voice hoarse, raw. “Don’t punish my baby for my sins…”The room had gone deathly quiet, not because they didn’t hear me but because they did. Every word, every sob and every plea. It sank into them, twisted around their beliefs, their fears, their sense of right and wrong. I could feel it shifting. The weight of their gazes was no longer uncertain.It was turning, slowly and dangerously against her.“Get her off me!” Isyra snapped again, her voice rising higher, losing that polished control she clung to so tightly. “Can’t you see what she’s doing? She’s acting! She’s lying!”Her leg jerked again, trying to shake me off, but I only cried louder, clinging tighter, my fingers digging into her skin as if I had no strength left to hold on and yet refused to let go.“I’m not lying…” I sobbed, shaking my head weakly. “Why would I

Lysera The color drained from Isyra’s face, leaving her pale and rigid where she stood. For a moment, she said nothing. She simply stared at Henry, as if waiting for him to take it back. To correct himself. To undo what he had just done. He didn’t. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, pressing down on everyone in the room. My heart beat steadily, controlled, even as I remained on my knees, my hands curled faintly against the floor. I didn’t lift my head fully, but I watched—through lowered lashes, through the haze of tears I had not yet wiped away. This was it. This was where he chose. Not between me and her. No. Henry was not that simple. Not that reckless. But this wasn’t just about me or her. It was about a choice. Between the truth he now knew… and the version of things he had always believed. “Apologize,” he repeated, quieter this time, but no less firm. A ripple went through the room again. I felt it. Shock. Disbelief. Something almost fragile shifting in the wa

Author’s POVIsyra walked beside Henry in silence, but it wasn’t the calm, composed silence she was known for. It was restraint, barely held together.Her jaw was tight, her fingers curled faintly at her sides as she forced herself to keep walking at a steady pace. Each step felt heavier than the last, her emotions clawing their way up her throat, demanding release.But she swallowed them down. Again. And again.Her face was flushed a deep red, her eyes glistening with unshed tears that threatened to spill at any moment. She was on the verge of breaking—of shattering completely—but she refused to do it here.Not in the open corridors of the pack house. Not in front of the maids and the guards.All those watchful eyes, Isyra could feel them, even without turning her head. The subtle glances. The lowered voices. The curiosity they tried—and failed—to hide.She knew them. Knew exactly what they were. Jealous. Every single one of them.Women who had spent years watching her rise, watching

Lysera“What even happened here? You’re yet to tell me, Lysera.”Healer Apollo’s voice was calm, but there was a quiet insistence beneath it.I looked at him for a moment, then let out a soft breath and leaned back against the bed, completely at ease now.“It was simple,” I said.Timothy shifted slightly where he stood, his attention fully on me now, no longer pacing, no longer arguing—just… listening.I folded my hands loosely in my lap.“She came to provoke me,” I began. “To gloat. To tell me about her Luna ceremony like I was supposed to sit there and watch her win after she tried multiple times to kill me.”A faint smile touched my lips.“I congratulated her.”Timothy frowned slightly, like that part didn’t fit into the version of events he had just witnessed.“And then?” Apollo asked.“And then,” I continued calmly, “she made a mistake.”I tilted my head slightly, recalling it.“She reminded me who she really is. Not the perfect Luna. Not the kind, forgiving sister.” My eyes dark

LyseraI was halfway through a bowl of sliced fruit when a knock came. It sounded soft and almost hesitant. I didn’t look up immediately. I took another bite, chewing slowly, letting the quiet stretch just a little longer before I spoke.“Come in.”The door opened carefully, and a servant stepped inside, her head already bowed.“Miss Lysera… your parents are asking for you. They are waiting for you in the main living room.”My hand paused mid-air. For a second, I said nothing.Then I resumed eating like she had just told me something completely ordinary.“Of course they are,” I murmured.The rumors must have reached them and of course, they would come. Not to ask, not to understand but control, to intimidate and to make me take the blame like always.A smile tugged at my lips, slow and deliberate. This was a mistake. A very big one. They had walked right into something they could never have anticipated.“Tell them I’ll be there shortly,” I said.“Yes, Miss Lysera.”She left quickly.