All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Author’s POV The ceremonial hall glowed beneath silver light. Hundreds of candles flickered against towering stone walls carved with ancient pack symbols while soft ceremonial music drifted through the massive space like a living thing. White flowers lined the long aisle leading toward the elevated ceremonial platform where the Alpha and future Luna would stand before the entire pack. Everything had been arranged perfectly. Rows upon rows of pack members filled the hall, dressed in formal colors beneath the watchful eyes of armed guards stationed discreetly along the walls. Elders occupied the front seats closest to the platform while important families whispered quietly amongst themselves. Yet beneath the beauty and celebration, tension coiled tightly through the room. It lived in the silence that followed certain names. In the way conversations stopped whenever Elder Monroe walked past. Tonight, he looked magnificent. His ceremonial robes were deep navy trimmed with silver, ev

Author’s POVThe ceremonial hall exploded into noise. Gasps rippled violently through the crowd the moment Michael’s voice rang across the room.“Stop the ceremony at once.”The chained guards were dragged farther into the hall, bruised and bloodied beneath the harsh candlelight. Their ankles scraped against the polished floor as armed wolves forced them forward toward the center aisle.The music had stopped completely. Silence no longer existed in the room. Panic and confusion spread like wildfire instead.“What is happening?”“Why are they dragging those men in here?”“It’s the Luna’s ceremony for Moon goddess’ sake. What is Gamma Michael doing?”At the altar, Isyra felt the world tilt beneath her feet.Cold terror shot through her body so fast it nearly stole her breath entirely. For one horrifying moment, she could not hear anything except the violent pounding of blood inside her ears.No.No.No.This was not happening. Not today of all days.Beside her, Henry stood motionless. H

Author’s POVTimothy moved before anyone else could breathe.The moment Isyra lunged, he stepped directly in front of Lysera with pure instinct, his body twisting sideways just as Isyra’s elongated claws slashed downward violently.A sickening ripping sound tore through the ceremonial hall. Blood sprayed across the white marble floor.Timothy grunted harshly as Isyra’s claws carved deep across his shoulder and chest instead of Lysera’s throat.The entire hall erupted.Screams rang out instantly. Chairs crashed backward as people stumbled to their feet in panic. Several women shrieked and scrambled away while guards rushed forward from every direction.But Isyra barely seemed aware of any of it. Her face looked monstrous now, twisted completely by fury and desperation. Her carefully painted beauty had been destroyed by tears, smeared makeup and madness. Her silver eyes glowed wildly beneath the candlelight while her claws remained extended.“She ruined everything!” Isyra screamed again

Author’s POVTwo days after the Luna ceremony, the Monroe estate felt haunted.The massive mansion that once overflowed with noise, servants and authority now stood eerily quiet beneath the gray afternoon sky. The long stone pathways leading toward the entrance were empty. No guards stood at the gates anymore. No maids rushed through the gardens carrying trays or flowers.Even the fountains had been turned off.For years, the Monroe estate had been one of the most feared homes within the pack territory. Wolves lowered their heads when passing it. Servants trembled while working inside it. Important elders once gathered there like loyal followers surrounding a throne.Now it looked abandoned. Like a carcass left behind after something violent had died inside it.The heavy iron gates creaked open slowly as Timothy guided the carriage through the estate grounds. Lysera sat quietly across from him.She had not spoken much during the journey there.Truthfully, she still felt numb.Everythi

Lysera“I’ll be needing a financial manager too,” I said quietly as I stopped beside one of the flowering bushes.The pale blue petals swayed gently beneath the morning breeze, still damp from the night rain. My mother loved these flowers. She claimed they only bloomed properly when spoken to kindly every morning.I used to think she was ridiculous for that. Now, standing inside the garden she treasured more than anything else in this estate, I finally understood why she spent so much time here.This place had been her escape. The only thing my father never completely controlled. The only thing he allowed her to love openly.My fingers brushed lightly across one of the petals as old memories surfaced quietly inside my mind. I remembered being younger and watching my mother kneel in this exact spot while dirt stained the edges of her expensive dresses. She used to hum softly while planting flowers, looking more peaceful here than she ever did inside the mansion.Sometimes I wondered wh