All Chapters of His Luna by Mistake, A Mother by Fate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kael’s POV. That night, after the banquet was over and everyone had gone to their various homes, I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. I kept pacing my room, running my hand through my hair. Every time I tried closing my eyes, I heard her voice again. "You're right. I am planning something. Something that will break you far worse than you ever broke me." I finally sank into a nearby chair, rubbing both hands over my face and staring blankly at the ceiling. Aria. What exactly was she planning? For the first time in my life, I couldn't read her. Three years ago, she had been painfully easy to understand. Whenever she was happy, it reflected in her eyes. Whenever she was hurt, she cried. Whenever I disappointed her, she forgave me. She had always forgiven me. That was the Aria I knew. But the woman I hugged tonight, she smiled while threatening to destroy me. She cried while calmly declaring war. She welcomed Vivienne with open arms after everything that had happened. Nothing about

Kael’s POV The wedding day finally arrived. From the moment I woke up, an uncomfortable feeling settled inside my chest. I couldn't explain what exactly, but I knew something wasn't right. Aria was with Vivienne the entire time she was getting ready. Even when the hairstylist accidentally pinned Vivienne's veil crooked, Aria was the one who calmly stepped forward and corrected it herself. She adjusted every fold of the gown with the precision of someone preparing her own sister for marriage. Vivienne wore the finest wedding gown I had ever seen. Layers of ivory silk cascaded to the floor, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered whenever the morning sunlight touched them. A diamond tiara rested elegantly atop her carefully styled hair, and for the first time in years, she looked exactly like the woman I once imagined walking down the aisle with. Yet somehow, I felt nothing. No excitement, no anticipation, just dread. My eyes drifted toward Aria. She stood a short dista

Aria's POVThe shock on his face… It was exquisite.For a long, satisfying moment, I simply stood there and watched him.His lips parted, yet no words came out. His grey eyes remained fixed on me, wide with complete disbelief, as though his mind had forgotten how to function.That expression alone made every sleepless night worthwhile.Since the wedding preparations began, I had been anticipating this exact moment. Not because I wanted revenge, not because I wanted to humiliate him, but because I wanted him to understand everything he had forced me to live with.I wanted him to feel, even if only for a few seconds, what it was like to have the ground disappear beneath his feet. To experience the confusion, the betrayal, and the helplessness that came when the one person you trusted most became the one who broke you.As I stood before him, I felt no anger, no hatred, no pain. Only peace—real peace. The kind I hadn't known in years.Around us, the ballroom descended into complete chaos.

Aria's POV For several long seconds after Lucian removed his mask, nobody seemed capable of processing what had just happened. The ballroom had fallen into a silence so complete that I could hear the ragged breathing of Kael before me. I could hear the rustle of expensive gowns, the nervous shifting of warriors, and the quiet murmurs of people who were still trying to understand how the wedding they had expected to be a celebration of Kael and Vivienne's love had somehow turned into the most scandalous event Silverfang had witnessed in years. Alpha Heir Lucian Nightshade. My former fiancé. The man I was supposed to marry before everything changed. Before one drunken night changed the course of my entire life and I discovered I was pregnant with Kael's child. And now… he was standing beside me. As my husband. I slowly turned my head toward Kael. I had seen many expressions on his face over the years. I had seen him look at me with anger, irritation, indifference, and disappoin

Aria's POV As the murmurs in the room grew deeper, I slowly turned toward Beatrice. And for the first time since I had known her, she looked terrified. She didn't look angry or offended. Instead, she looked as though lightning had struck her. Her hands trembled by her side. "Silas," she whispered. "What... what... are you saying?" A cold, humorless smile curved up Silas's lips. "Spill it." Beatrice shook her head in denial. "I don't know what you're talking about." A few people exchanged confused glances. Silas let out a quiet laugh. "Of course, you do," his eyes remained fixed on her. "Don't tell me you don't remember the family you destroyed?" "I said I don't know what you're talking about!" Beatrice roar echoed through the room, her chest rising and falling heavily. Silas didn't even flinch. Instead, he took one slow step toward her. I instinctively reached for his arm. "Silas." He stopped. His gaze dropped briefly to my hand around his arm, and something softe