All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Author’s POV “She gathered the pack in the courtyard the day after she took over,” he said. “Bellona stood beside. Madam Joyce confirmed the announcement to the household. The elders were already divided by then.” Henry stared at him as if he had spoken nonsense. “You’re telling me she told the entire pack their Alpha might die.” “Yes.” Henry dragged a hand slowly down his face. “That information was never supposed to leave this pack house.” “I know.” Henry’s fingers tightened against the desk again. “That kind of rumor spreads like wildfire. It breeds fear. Panic.” “It did.” Henry pushed away from the desk and began pacing. His steps were slow at first, but the tension in his shoulders was obvious. Every few seconds his gaze flicked back toward the letters scattered across the desk. “So the pack believed Hudson attacked me.” “Yes.” “And then Isyra arrested his envoys.” “Yes.” Henry stopped pacing. “That alone is enough to start a war.” “Yes.” Harlow’s calm answers o

Author’s POVThe Monroe estate was quieter than the pack house, but the calm inside it was deceptive.Heavy velvet curtains muted the afternoon light that filtered into the large sitting room. The furniture was arranged with careful elegance around a low wooden table polished to a deep shine. The faint scent of jasmine drifted through the room from a vase placed near the window.Elder Monroe sat comfortably in his usual chair, one leg crossed over the other, a cup of tea balanced in his hand. His expression was calm, almost bored, as though the pack had not nearly been pushed into war only days before.Across from him sat his wife, Roselyn, her posture straight and composed. Her delicate hands rested in her lap, though her eyes moved constantly toward the door.She had been waiting. When the door finally opened and Isyra rushed inside, both of them turned toward her.The girl looked nothing like the confident woman who had stood before the pack days earlier. Her face was pale, her bre

Author’s POVNight had wrapped the pack house in quiet.The corridors that had buzzed with movement earlier were now dim and calm, lit only by scattered candles placed along the stone walls. Most of the pack had returned to their homes after Henry’s address. The tension that had gripped the territory all week had finally loosened.Their Alpha was alive.That single fact had restored a fragile peace.Inside the Alpha’s chambers, however, another kind of tension waited.Isyra stood near the tall mirror beside the bed, studying her reflection with careful attention.She was well prepared.Her hair fell freely over her shoulders in soft dark waves. The silk gown she wore clung to her figure like a second skin, the deep wine color contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. The neckline dipped low across her chest while the fabric hugged her waist and hips before falling loosely along her legs.The thin material left very little to the imagination.She looked exactly the way her father had

Author’s POVHenry’s silence stretched across the room like a tightening rope.He sat very still behind his desk, one hand gripping the armrest as if grounding himself to the physical world while his mind searched desperately inward.Apollo watched him carefully. After a moment the healer spoke again, his tone gentle but firm. “Alpha… what exactly did you promise your wolf?”The question snapped Henry out of the spiral of his thoughts. He blinked slowly and lifted his head.“I don’t know.”Apollo frowned slightly. “Think carefully.”Henry inhaled slowly and leaned forward, resting both elbows on the desk as he closed his eyes.He forced himself inward.Past the quiet.Past the emptiness.He searched for memories. For flashes. For the faintest echo of the confrontation Apollo had described.His wolf trying to slit his throat.His wolf fighting him.His wolf demanding Lysera.But every time he reached for the memory, his mind returned empty.Nothing. Just the same suffocating quiet.Sev

Lysera I woke again with a sharp gasp, like my body had forgotten how to breathe and was only just remembering.Air rushed into my lungs in uneven bursts. My chest rose too fast, too hard, like I had been running for miles instead of lying still. For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. Everything felt wrong. My body. My head. My heart.Especially my heart.It hurt.Not the pounding ache from before. This was different. A tightness. A lingering squeeze that made me afraid to take in too much air at once, like if I did, something inside me would snap.I stayed still, staring at the thatched ceiling above me, trying to steady my breathing.In.Out.Slow.But my chest still felt strange.A memory flickered—Pain. Crushing pain in my chest. Darkness swallowing me whole.My fingers curled weakly against the hard wooden surface beneath me. I almost died. What has caused that pain? One minute I was fine and then the next I was gasping for breath.The door creaked open. My head turned s