All Chapters of The Alpha's Hidden Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“I should have listened to the doctor and gotten rid of her when I had the chance.”The words landed before I had even stepped fully into the dining room.For a second, I thought I had misheard her. My hand tightened on the strap of my bag as I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else.Mother didn’t look angry. She didn’t even look at me. She was calmly spreading butter on her toast, as if she had just commented on the weather.Virelle let out a short, surprised laugh. “Mother…”“What?” she said coolly. “Don’t act shocked. You’ve thought the same thing before.”My throat went dry. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The morning sun streamed through the windows behind me, casting my shadow across the polished floor.Victor folded his newspaper with a quiet rustle. “You’re being dramatic again,” he muttered, though there was no real disapproval in his voice.“I’m being honest,” Mother replied. Finally, she looked up—straight at me. Her gaze

“I’ll take this one too,” I say, pointing at the chocolate bars beside the counter.The shopkeeper glances at the growing pile in my hands. “You really like sweets.”I shake my head. “They’re not for me.”He wraps the snacks in a small nylon bag and hands it to me. I pay and step outside, the evening air cool against my face.Adrian’s favorite. He always says chocolate helps him think. I smile faintly at the memory of him stealing pieces from my hand, pretending it tasted better that way.I should go home. Mother and Virelle are probably there by now. The thought alone makes my chest tighten.Not yet.I just want one place where I can breathe without being judged. One place where someone looks at me without disgust.My fingers tighten around the nylon bag.I head toward Adrian’s house.His gate is unlocked. That’s not unusual. He never worries about security in this neighborhood.I step inside, my heart beating faster with every step. I didn’t call ahead. I want to surprise him. The i

I stumble through the dark streets, my cheeks still swollen, my lips split, tears running down like rivers I cannot stop. My legs feel heavy, my arms weak. I don’t even remember putting my shoes on. I barely notice the cold air or the shadows stretching across the walls.I whisper to myself, almost in disbelief, “I… I just want to disappear.”Maybe the pain would ease that way.I wipe at my eyes, but the tears don’t stop. My throat burns, my chest aches, and my hands are trembling. I don’t even see where I’m walking. My feet carry me forward on autopilot, away from the house, away from the screams, the insults, the betrayal.The streets become darker. Fewer lights. The houses fade away. The air smells damp, earthy, and wild. A shiver runs down my spine. Something feels… wrong.*Werewolves*, I think suddenly, shivering. Stories my grandmother whispered… they were real once, people said. But not near the city—no one has seen one here for decades. Just stories.I push the thought aside.