All Chapters of His unwanted Luna, his greatest Regret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Silas~I couldn't get Elara's words out of my head the whole damn border meeting. "Tampering with my car." The way she said it, eyes cold and steady, hit me harder than any rival scout report. I sat there pretending to listen while my mind replayed that rainy night, her running out after the party, the crash report that always felt a little too clean. After the meeting I ditched Nadia and headed straight to the garage on the edge of the territory, the one where they towed her wrecked car weeks ago.The mechanic, an old beta named Ron, wiped grease from his hands when he saw me coming. "Alpha. Didn't expect you down here.""Show me Elara's car records. Everything. Brakes, tires, the full report." I kept my voice low but he caught the edge in it.He hesitated, glancing around the empty bay before pulling out a dusty folder from a locked drawer. "We fixed what we could but... some things looked off from the start. Brake lines had unusual wear. Not normal for rain alone."I flipped throug

Elara~ The next few days blurred into a rhythm I could almost call normal, if normal meant navigating a house full of watchful eyes and half-remembered pain. I spent most of my time in the medical wing or the storage rooms with Martha and a growing group of omegas. The new supplies had arrived—bandages, antibiotics, even prenatal vitamins that actually looked fresh. Small wins, but they mattered. A young mother brought her feverish toddler in yesterday, and watching the color return to the child’s cheeks felt more real than anything Silas had said to me. My belly had rounded noticeably now. The flutters had turned into proper kicks, strong enough to make me pause mid-step sometimes. I kept one hand there more often than not, a quiet shield between me and the world. Silas watched me constantly. He didn’t always approach, but I felt his presence like a shadow. Sometimes I’d catch him in the doorway of the medical wing, arms crossed, that intense stare fixed on me while I worked.

Elara~Two days until the First Moon Hunt, and the air in the Blackwood territory crackled with danger. I could feel it in the way warriors eyed me during patrols, in the hushed conversations that stopped whenever I entered a room. The note about “removing the taint” wasn’t just a warning anymore. It was a countdown.I spent the morning in the Luna's study, the one I’d quietly reopened without asking permission. Dust still clung to the old ledgers, but I’d turned the space into something useful. Maps of the territory spread across the desk, marked with supply routes and weak border points Martha had helped me identify. My belly pressed against the edge of the table as I leaned over them, making the baby shift uncomfortably. I rubbed slow circles over the spot, soothing both of us.“You’re planning to run, aren’t you?” Martha asked from the doorway, her voice barely above a whisper. She closed the door behind her and approached, carrying a small satchel.“Not run,” I corrected. “Prepar

Silas~The night before the First Moon Hunt stretched long and unforgiving across Blackwood territory. I stood on the balcony of my private suite, the cool forest wind cutting through my open shirt as I gripped the stone railing hard enough to crack it. Below, the pack grounds glowed with scattered lanterns as warriors prepared their gear and omegas hurried with last-minute supplies. The air carried the sharp scent of oil on blades, smoked meat for the trail, and the underlying musk of wolves itching for the chase. Normally, this night filled me with raw power and anticipation. Tonight, it tasted like ash in my mouth.Elara consumed every thought.I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in that storage room—her hand protectively over her rounded belly, that half-packed escape bag at her feet as she spoke of running. My wolf had nearly torn free right there, demanding I drag her upstairs, lock the door, and remind her exactly who she belonged to. But the new Elara didn’t flinch. She didn’t

Elara~Dawn broke over the Blackwood territory like a warning, painting the ancient forests in blood-red light. The First Moon Hunt had officially begun, and the pack house thrummed with barely contained violence. Warriors shifted restlessly in the courtyard, their wolves close to the surface, while I stood at the edge of the gathering with Martha, my hidden escape bag already secured beneath my cloak. My belly felt heavier today, the baby kicking with unusual force as if he too sensed the storm coming.I had barely slept. The flashes kept coming—Nadia’s perfume in the hallway, the mechanic’s nervous eyes, Silas’s voice from months ago discussing how best to “refine” our child. Every memory sharpened my resolve. I would not be prey today.“Stay close to the central group,” Martha whispered, adjusting the hood of my cloak. “But if things turn, we head east toward Ron’s trails.”I nodded, but my eyes scanned the crowd for Silas. He had promised protection. I no longer believed in promi