All Chapters of The Human Luna: Claimed Too Late: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MALIA’S POV The cabin suddenly felt too small. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run as Emil turned fully toward me, the firelight flickering across his face. As if finding me here had merely confirmed something he already knew. Meanwhile, I could barely stay standing. “You stayed hidden longer than I expected,” he said evenly. My chest tightened violently. Even now, he sounded calm. Not relieved. Not angry. Just… calculating. I took a slow step backward, fingers twitching toward my silver gun. “You’re insane,” I breathed out. For the first time, something faint shifted in his expression. His eyes flickered briefly gold before settling again. “You would really go to these lengths just to prove a point?” he asked coldly. A sharp laugh escaped me. “A point?” My voice cracked with disbelief. “You humiliated me in front of an entire hall full of people, Emil.” I took another step back. My hand steady on the gun. “You lied to me for years. Chea

EMIL’S POV The cold night air cut through the forest as I moved between the trees, Malia’s unconscious body draped over my shoulder. Blood stained the front of my shirt from where she had coughed against me earlier. Even now, I could still hear the weak, uneven sound of her breathing over the rushing wind. Stubborn fucking woman. My jaw tightened as I adjusted my hold on her, picking up speed the moment another foreign scent drifted through the air. Patrol wolves. Too close. We had already crossed deeper into neighboring territory than I would’ve preferred while tracking her down. The only reason I risked it at all was because Malia had been stupid enough to keep running despite her condition worsening by the minute. “She chose to run.” Briar’s voice rumbled inside my head. I ignored him and continued moving. “She pointed silver at us.” “She wasn’t thinking clearly.” A low scoff echoed through the bond. “She looked very clear-minded pulling that trigger.” My expression

MALIA’S POVSmoke choked the air so heavily I could barely breathe. As the flames grew higher, The farmland burned before my eyes. Not just any land.Mine.The exact fields I had spent months restoring after the flood season now crackled under towering flames, the crops blackened and collapsing into ash while blood soaked deep into the soil between them.The scent of Blood. Burning flesh. Death. Hits my nose all at once. And my heart slammed hard into ribs. My feet moved slowly through the destruction, numb with horror as bodies came into view one after another.Wolves.Pack members.Some torn apart so brutally I could barely recognize them.A child lay near the edge of the wheat fields, unmoving under the smoke, tiny fingers curled tightly around a broken lantern.My stomach twisted violently.“No…”The word barely left my throat.The entire farm was silent.No birds.No wind.No voices.Just the crackling fire and the wet sound of blood dripping somewhere nearby.Then something m

MALIA’S POV As the door clicked shut behind Flora, silence settled heavily across the healer quarters. Juna turned toward me slowly, confidence practically dripping from every movement she made. The faint scent of expensive perfume followed her through the room, soft and floral, completely out of place beside dried herbs and iron restraints. In contrast to the faded healer gown hanging loosely off my body, she looked flawless. A shimmering dark blue dress hugged her swollen figure elegantly, the fabric catching the light every time she moved. Her blonde curls rested perfectly over one shoulder, not a strand out of place. Even her makeup was immaculate. Red lips. Sharp liner. Diamond earrings that probably cost more than an entire village. She looked every bit like someone who already believed she belonged beside an Alpha. Then her gaze drifted toward the chain cuffed around my wrist. And there it was. That look. That Pitiful gaze. The kind of pity people reserved for wound

I yanked the chain off. Placing on the dresser next my wedding band. Then Slowly, I picked them both up. For a brief second, memories flashed through my mind against my will. Emil sliding it onto my finger. His smile that day. The way he’d looked at me like I mattered more than anything else in the world. I swallowed hard. Then I removed the ring completely and set both pieces of jewelry back onto the dresser. This time, I didn’t pick them up again. By the time I stepped downstairs, the pack house buzzed with movement. Voices echoed faintly through the halls while guards and servants hurried around preparing for dinner. Outside, a sleek black vehicle already waited near the front entrance. Blake stood near the first car dressed in an expensive black suit, though the exhaustion on his face ruined whatever polished appearance he was aiming for. Beside him stood Zara in a dark green gown, nervously fixing the bracelet around her wrist while pretending not to stare toward