All Chapters of The Demoted Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nia’ POV“I, Darian Hendres, Alpha of Dark Crest Moon, hereby strip Nia Isolde of her position as Luna and have her demoted to a Honourable Companion as of this moment.”The words echoed across the pack grounds, carried by the night wind and sealed beneath the full moon.I stood beside him when he said it, my face void of any emotions. I already knew what was coming that very day it all began.Four years of marriage reduced to a single sentence.Gasps rippled through the gathered pack members. Warriors stiffened as their grip on their weapon tightened, elders exchanged surprised looks, Omegas whispered behind trembling hands. No one dared interrupt their Alpha.Darian’s voice remained steady, authoritative, untouched by emotion.“From this day forward, Lyra Klam, my fated mate, will stand beside me as Luna of Dark Crest Moon.” He finished extending his hand to her as she climbed the podium. I backed away slightly so she could stand right beside him as he had wanted.Fated mate.The tw

Nia's POV I dressed carefully that morning.Not like an Honoured Companion.Not like a discarded wife.But like the woman who once stood at the Alpha’s right hand and commanded warriors twice her size.I chose deep sapphire instead of white, the color sharp against my skin, the fabric tailored for movement rather than display. I braided my hair the way I used to before battle drills, tight and practical. If today changed everything, I would not look small when it happened.My hand lingered over my abdomen as I fastened the final clasp.I allowed myself a smile.This child would secure my place again. Darian might be lost in the haze of a fated bond, but he was still Alpha. He understood legacy. He understood bloodlines. He would not cast aside his heir.Hope made my steps lighter as I made my way toward his office.When I arrived, the doors were open but the room was empty.Instead, I found Darren.The Beta leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, eyes cold the moment they lan

Darian's POV The night Nia vanished from the prison cell was the night sleep stopped coming easily to me, although I did not understand that truth immediately because anger is a convenient thing and it hides many other emotions that a man does not wish to examine too closely.When the guard burst into my office breathless and pale and told me that the prisoner was gone, my first reaction was not fear or regret but fury that burned through my veins so quickly that I knocked the chair behind my desk onto the floor before the man had even finished speaking.“What do you mean she is gone?” I demanded, my voice loud enough that two other warriors rushed into the corridor outside the office doors.The guard swallowed hard before answering.“The cell was locked when we checked earlier, Alpha, but during the midnight inspection we found the door open and the prisoner missing.”My hands curled slowly into fists.“Are you telling me,” I asked carefully, “that a woman who had bee beaten, and ba

Darian's POV Patience had always been one of my strengths, something I relied on when others rushed into decisions they would later regret, yet standing at the edge of Blood Throne territory after being turned away again and again, I found that patience wearing thin in a way that unsettled me more than anger ever could.Each attempt to see Nia had been met with the same quiet resistance that left no room for negotiation and no space for force without consequences I was not ready to face, which only made the distance between us feel more deliberate and far more dangerous than open hostility.That was when I understood that waiting would not change anything.That night, I returned to my quarters with a decision already forming, my thoughts sharp and focused in a way that left no room for hesitation.Rylan was already inside when I entered, his posture straightening as soon as he saw me, his eyes scanning my expression with quiet awareness.“You have that look again,” he said carefully.

Darian's POV I did not struggle when they dragged me into the packhouse.Not because I lacked the strength, and certainly not because I had accepted their authority over me, but because there was a time and place for resistance, and being surrounded within another Alpha’s territory, already injured and cut off from my own men, was neither.The guards did their job with careful precision, their hands firm on my arms as they led me through corridors that smelled faintly of wood, steel, and unfamiliar wolves, their eyes never lingering too long on me yet never truly leaving me either, as though they understood exactly who I was and what I represented, even in this restrained state.My shoulder throbbed with every step, the wound from the guardian wolf deeper than I had initially allowed myself to acknowledge, and the slow, persistent ache along my ribs made it clear that the impact had not been light either, yet I kept my posture straight, my expression unreadable, because pain was not