All Chapters of Too Late to Save Your Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My fated mate, Victor, and my brother, Julian, fell in love with a low-blood Omega named Mia.One of them betrayed the mate ceremony we’d promised each other: “A socialite like Grace? Yeah, no thanks. I’m not blessed enough for that.”The other forgot Mom’s dying words: “Mia’s so pitiful. I’m just sharing half of the love I give you with her. That’s not too much, right?”And on my birthday, my fiancé Victor chose to stay with Mia.Julian spent Mom’s death anniversary with Mia and her mother, too.The last time I brought up our mate ceremony to Victor, everyone in the private room went quiet first.The air reeked of hard liquor, and of an Alpha’s pressure that refused to ease like an invisible hand closing around my throat.Victor’s friend Henry caught the impatience on Victor’s face and immediately started hooting.“Still hung up on your mate ceremony?”“Our Grace’s always been proud as hell, hasn’t she? What reality finally giving you a little crisis?”I ignored the ugly laughter and

On Mom’s death anniversary, I waited for a long time.Dad at least had someone deliver flowers and candles.But Julian never showed.I called him, three times, no answer.The fourth call finally connected.And it was Mia’s mother, Ann.“Grace? You looking for Julian?”“Today is my mom’s death anniversary.”“Oh my god. It’s Nora’s anniversary?” Ann gasped, acting horrified. “Look at us, we’re awful.”“My little dog just had pups today. Julian and Mia were so obsessed, they forgot the important stuff…”“At this point, even if we rush over, we probably won’t make it. What are we going to do?”“Ann, who’s on the phone?” someone asked in the background.“It’s Grace,” Ann said. “She sounds mad. What do we do, Julian?”Then Julian’s voice came on. “Grace? Hey—”I hung up.And I blocked his number.On the gravestone, Mom smiled at me from a black-and-white photo.Gentle. Loving.I knelt there, but it felt like I was sinking into something ice-cold and bottomless.I hugged the stone like I coul

(Victor’s POV)Mia was waiting below the stage in a custom couture gown, about to go up and accept her award.Right then, my phone started ringing.I felt irritation spike and pulled it out, ready to silence it when an Instagram notification popped onto the screen.“Victor, call back ASAP. Something happened to Grace.”I couldn’t help letting out a snort.Thinking of the message Grace had just sent me, the disgust in my chest only deepened. I replied lazily: “What new stunt is she pulling now?”Mia was about to walk onstage. I didn’t have the time or the mental bandwidth to deal with Grace.If something “went wrong” at a moment like this, it was obviously just her trying to sabotage Mia’s award.My friend’s call came through almost immediately.Annoyed, I rejected it.Mia looked over at me, nervous. “Victor, I’m a little scared.”I squeezed her hand. “Relax. I’ll be right here with you.”Onstage, they announced Mia’s name.I bent down and lifted her skirt hem for her.The spotlight hit

Julian and I arrived at the station one after the other.He stated his identity and demanded to see the surveillance footage.After we watched it, a young officer brought out Grace’s personal belongings.“The footage shows Grace never left after returning to the villa,” he said. “She most likely perished in the fire.”“These are some of the items recovered from the scene.”Inside a clear plastic evidence bag was a diamond and a Blood Moonstone so burned it was barely recognizable.That diamond’s shape matched the diamond on Grace’s mother’s necklace exactly.The second Julian saw it, all the color drained from his face. He looked terrifyingly white.“That’s Grace’s most treasured Blood Moonstone… and her diamond necklace.”He murmured it under his breath, his throat sounding like it was stuffed with cotton, his voice raw and ugly.The room spun.My vision blackened in waves, my legs almost giving out.Mia arrived at the station too.“Victor… Grace, she—”Before she could finish, I whip

I called the police.After all this time, Victor no longer had his old confidence. He looked worn down, exhausted.In my imagination, without me, the “annoying” one, Victor might’ve been sad for a few days, then gone right back to living happily with Mia.I didn’t expect I’d mattered to him this much.But honestly?Who cares.The police arrived quickly.“This man has mistaken me for someone else,” I said helplessly. “He keeps harassing me.”I took out my driver’s license. “My name is Mia. It’s always been Mia.”“No. You’re Grace,” Victor insisted, even after seeing the ID. “Not Mia. We grew up together. I can’t be wrong.”“Then what proof do you have?” I asked.Victor went silent.I knew it.He didn’t have a single photo of me.Even childhood pictures, I’d gone to Julie myself and taken them back.Before I left, I burned every photo.Every last one.I let out a small laugh. “See? You can’t even produce proof. You’re just saying words. Why would anyone believe you?”Victor’s expression