All Chapters of His Luna by Mistake, A Mother by Fate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Aria’s POV It had been five months since I took his hands and followed him to his home. And all I could say was taking his hands and believing in his words was the best thing I had ever done. For the first time in my life, I felt safe and wanted. His pack and his family welcomed me as though I was one of their own. They treated me like I mattered. Like I wasn’t just a girl who was abandoned by her biological parents and meant to be traded away by the woman who raised her. His father especially... Treated me like I was his own. “Aria, you’re special,” he would always tell me with a smile on his face. Though I didn’t understand what he meant by being special, I never questioned it. Because for someone like me who had being tagged as being insignificant and unlucky, being called a special being felt like a blessing. Life with them wasn’t perfect, but it was peaceful. I never had to bother about getting beaten by my aunt or getting sold off. And like Kael had said, my aunt never

Kael’s POV I didn’t get a wink of sleep all through the night. I had stayed by her side hoping she would wake up, but she didn’t. By the time dawn came, my eyes were so tired that I couldn’t force them to stay awake anymore. At some point, exhaustion won. I didn’t even realize when my head dropped beside her on the bed and my eyes shut. A soft movement twitched me awake. My eyes snapped open instantly, and my body stiffened as I raised my head. For a few seconds, I blinked repeatedly until my vision became clear. Then, I saw it. Her fingers moved. My heart raced in my chest. “Vivienne...” I called, my voice hoarse and rough from lack of sleep. “Vivienne,” I called again, that time firmer and louder. I gently shook her body, trying to jolt her awake. I noticed movement in her eyelids, followed by a faint groan that slipped past her lips. Her lashes fluttered weakly before her eyes slowly opened. My gaze softened as a quiet breath escaped my lips. The tension in my chest eas

Aria's POVThat night, after walking away from that heartbreaking scene, I went straight to my room and locked the door behind me. I lay on the bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as the memories of how he had held her—cradled her against his chest as though she was his whole world, came rushing back to me like a tidal wave. My chest tightened as though a knife was being twisted into my heart. The pain was slow, deliberate and excruciating. I shut my eyes, hoping the scene would stop replaying in my head, but it didn't. It was clear—quite vivid like when I had witnessed it. I felt something liquid wet my cheeks and it was not until then I realized tears had begun to roll down my eyes. My fingers clutched the bedsheets tightly as though it could stop the pain that was slowly killing me—tearing me apart. Even though I had lied to myself I wouldn't care about him anymore, it still hurt. It's crazy when you're all over someone—when someone meant the world to you, but you meant nothin