All Chapters of The Human Luna: Claimed Too Late: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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1: IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS.

MALIA’S POV“You cheated on your mate?”The question didn’t just land between us. It settled there, heavy and certain.For the first time since it happened, the reality of what I’d done rang loudly in my head. It should’ve pulled some kind of reaction from me.But I didn’t flinch.I didn’t even look up from my coffee.Instead, I watched the thin swirl of cream dissolve slowly into the dark liquid, pretending it deserved more attention than this conversation.“That’s a bold accusation,” I said evenly.Across from me, Verna leaned back in her chair. I didn’t need to look up to know her sharp eyes were fixed on me.“Is it?” she mused.I finally lifted my gaze.As expected, there was no curiosity in her expression. Verna never asked questions unless she already knew the answer.I should’ve shut this conversation down the second it drifted away from pack business and toward my personal life.That was my mistake.I set the spoon down with a soft clink. “I didn’t cheat.”One brow arched slig

2: YOU SHOULD'VE CALLED ME!

MALIA’S POV. There’s a crowd outside the pack house, even wolves that are supposed to be on patrol, lined up in groups. But I’m not surprised. News travels faster than wind around here. I reached into my glove compartment, spraying the special perfume I kept there— the familiar scent masking over the strange scent on my clothes. I stepped out of the car.“Luna,” Zara rushed towards me, relief written all over her face. “I looked everywhere for you last night—” “Where is he?” She freezes half a second, “Your chambers” I don’t wait. Heading straight to my side of the pack house. The hallway feels longer than usual, questions in my head growing louder with each step I took. My fingers hover around the knob for a second, before my grip tightened pushing it open. Just yesterday, the private investigator confirmed his chances of coming back are Nine to a zero out of a hundred. Yet, he’s here. Tall, broad, and familiar, looking out the floor length window, Like he

3: YOU'VE LOST THE RIGHT.

MALIA’S POV“Why… do you smell like another Alpha?”The question doesn’t just land, it cuts… deeper than anything.I sprayed the special perfume; he shouldn’t be able to tell any scent on me, or did I spray the wrong one?“Malia…”I don’t answer.I don’t move.Because anything I do right now—anything at all—will give me away.Emil’s grip tightens around my hands, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who he is.“Answer me.” His voice is dangerously low, making it worse.He steps closer again, closing the distance I created earlier, his presence pressing in without actually touching me this time.“Who Is he?” he asks.I force my face into something neutral, “No one. I’ve been using a different perfume. That’s what you must’ve perceived.”His gaze sharpens.“This scent isn’t ‘some new perfume’ Malia.”My pulse pounds, but I don’t let it show. “You’re imagining things.”A small, humorless exhale leaves him.“You’re lying to me.”My chest tightens, but I hold his gaze. “And you’re r

4: JUST FOR TONIGHT.

MALIA’S POV.“Your phone has been ringing a lot more than usual today.”Zara sets another jar of herbs on the counter, eyeing me carefully.I glance at the screen and my stomach tightens instantly.Draven.Again.This was the third call since that night. I still haven’t opened any of his texts. Or the emails. Because I already knew what they’d say.And with Emil back…My thumb presses reject before I can think twice. I shove the phone back into my pocket.“I’m sorry about that.” I grab the clipboard again. “Now, where were we?”Zara doesn’t answer immediately.“The herbs,” I repeat. “How many bundles are left?”Still nothing.“Zara.”“I thought you’d be the happiest person in the pack right now.”My grip tightens slightly around the clipboard. “Who said I’m not happy?”She folds her arms. “You stayed loyal to Alpha Emil for two years while everyone told you to move on. Now he’s finally back and you look... miserable.”I keep my eyes on the inventory sheet.Zara’s honesty was one of th

5: WE CAN MAKE THIS WORK.

MALIA’S POV Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, warm against my skin. For a second, I forgot everything. The tension. The accusations. Draven. Then the weight around my waist tightened slightly, dragging me back to reality. Emil. I stiffened. His face was buried against the crook of my neck, breathing slow and heavy like sometime during the night exhaustion finally dragged him under. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around me, almost possessive. Like he was scared I’d disappear if he loosened his grip. The memory hit me immediately. Can we just stay like this… just for tonight? I swallowed hard. Last night, I’d been too tired to argue. Too emotionally drained to fight him off again. Now, in the clear light of morning, everything felt awkward. Wrong. Carefully, I tried to move away. Emil stirred almost instantly. His grip tightened before slowly loosening again as he lifted his head. His hazel eyes met mine, tired in a way I’d never seen before. For a

6: A LITTLE TOO EARLY.

MALIA’S POVWithout another word, he rolled off the bed and stood.“Tell them we’ll be down shortly.”“Yes, Alpha.”The omega rushed out, the door clicking shut behind her.Silence dropped back into the room like a weight.I reached for my phone on the nightstand, frowning when I saw the time. Something about the early hour already felt off.I looked up at Emil.“Isn’t this a little early for guests?”He pulled a black shirt over his head, his movements were calm and controlled, almost too controlled.“They’re staying for the ceremony tonight.” My stomach tightened slightly.“So they’ll be here the entire day?”“There are things we need to go over first.”His tone changed there.I sat up a little straighter, studying him.“Important enough to drag everyone here while the sun is still out?”A brief flicker crossed his jaw before he finally looked at me. “Get dressed. They’re waiting.”“…Right.”I swung my legs off the bed and got ready in silence. Loose blue jeans, a fitted shirt, a li

7: A CHOSEN MATE.

MALIA’S POV He was still kissing her. His hand rested against her ass while she let out a soft little moan into his mouth, like this was something they had done a hundred times before. The room suddenly felt too large, the voices too distant, the air too thick to breathe properly. For a second, I genuinely thought I might collapse right there in front of everyone. “He probably didn’t tell her,” someone whispered from somewhere within the crowd, the words quiet enough to seem discreet yet loud enough for me to hear every single syllable. My gaze slowly swept across the hall, and that was when the real horror settled in. I was the only one shocked. No one else looked confused. No one looked uncomfortable. The guests stood around watching calmly, as if this scene was completely normal to them. My chest tightened painfully when my eyes met Blake’s. Over the past two years, he had become more than just a beta. Whenever I needed help, Blake had always shown up. He had list

8: COWARDS

MALIA’S POV.I sucked in a shaky breath and tried to slip past him, but Emil’s massive frame completely blocked the doorway, trapping me between him and the wall like there was nowhere in this pack house I could run without his permission.His gaze flicked briefly toward Blake before settling back on me. The moment he noticed the backpack hanging from my shoulder, his expression darkened slightly.“Where are you going?”“Move,” I gritted out, unable to force myself to meet his eyes.Those cheating eyes.“I asked you a question.”“And I told you to fucking move.”The image of that kiss flashed violently through my head again. Her hands on his face. His hand on her waist. The way they had fit together so naturally, like I had been the outsider all along.“Malia,” Emil said slowly, his voice colder now, “what exactly is going on here?”A bitter laugh nearly tore out of me.“What’s going on?” I repeated. “I’m done. This pathetic excuse of a marriage—this mating, whatever the hell you want

9: I’M LEAVING

MALIA’S POV As I stared into his glowing gold eyes, I realized I didn’t recognize the man standing in front of me anymore. This wasn’t the Emil I had crossed worlds for. This wasn’t the man I had spent two years grieving, searching for, destroying myself over. This was a stranger. A dangerous stranger who looked at me like I was nothing more than a problem he was trying to keep under control. “Who are you?” The words slipped out breathlessly before I could stop them. “What happened to you, Emil?” For a brief second, his hand tightened harder against my jaw. Then suddenly, he let go. No explanation. No denial. Nothing. He turned and walked out of the room without another word. The slam of the door echoed violently behind him, loud enough to rattle the walls, and somehow that silence afterward hurt even more. Because deep down, I already knew. The Emil I loved was gone. And maybe he had been gone for a very long time. But one thing that was clearer than ever n

10: YOU SHOULD’VE LISTENED

MALIA’S POV “You’ll die the moment you cross the border.” The words echoed inside my head long after I left Flora standing in the forest. Die. No. I tightened my grip around the strap of my bag and forced my legs to keep moving through the trees. Flora had to be wrong. She spent too much time alone in the woods collecting herbs and speaking about spirits and visions. Maybe she was mixing reality with one of her strange dreams again. Because none of this made sense. I wasn’t sick anymore. If anything, I had felt stronger these past few years than I ever had in my entire life. So no. I refused to believe crossing some invisible border would suddenly kill me. The forest thickened around me as I pushed forward, branches scraping against my arms while the cold night air burned my lungs. Somewhere behind me, the distant sounds of the ceremony still echoed faintly through the mountains. Meanwhile, I was out here running for my life while another woman prepared to

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