All Chapters of Luna Redemption: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tracy Xander’s POV Back at my desk, I set the documents down and carefully pulled out the bond dissolution agreement from the stack. My fingers lingered on the paper for a brief moment, as though grounding myself in the reality of what I had already set in motion. There was no need for devices or written messages within the pack, not for something like this. I closed my eyes slowly and reached outward. The mind-link formed with ease, threading through distance and hierarchy, cold and precise. Hailey Ginger. There was a pause, faint but present, before her presence brushed against mine, sharp and expectant. “You have it?” Her voice carried impatience, but beneath it was something else, something eager. “I did not waste time. Alpha Chandler has signed it.” For a brief second, silence lingered between us. “Good. Send it through the proper channel. Once I receive it, the compensation will be transferred to you.” Even now, everything was a transaction to her. Even now, I felt not

Morgan frowned the moment his gaze fell upon what I had ordered, his brows slowly knitting together as quiet disapproval settled into his expression. “Just vegetables?” he asked, his tone firm though not raised, carrying the natural authority he had always held. “There is barely any nourishment in that, and you are already far too thin as it is, so you should order something with meat.” Before I could respond, he had already taken the menu from my hands, his movements decisive and unhesitating, as though this was something he had done countless times before. He added several dishes with ease, all of them familiar, all of them things I had once loved enough to ask for without a second thought. During the meal, Lily could hardly remain still, her attention lingering on me far more than her own food as she gently urged me to eat more, placing dish after dish into my bowl while reminding me softly of how much I used to enjoy them, how often I had asked for them when I was younger, her

Tracy Xander’s POV Sam Zach had been two years ahead of me back when I was still in school, a name that carried weight even then, someone whose work people followed long before they ever met him in person. Years ago, when his company reached a point where progress stalled and nothing seemed to move forward, his mentor had recommended me without hesitation, placing a level of trust in my abilities that I had not yet fully claimed for myself. He had not been wrong. I took that single opportunity and turned it into something real, something that could not be overlooked or dismissed, building alongside my team one of the earliest AI-driven medical diagnostic systems, where every line of logic was precise, every model carefully constructed, and the final accuracy rate far surpassed what others in the field had managed to achieve at the time. When the project was released to the public, it did not simply enter the market quietly. It disrupted it. And Sam kept his promise. Twenty per

Yvonne blinked up at me, her wide, innocent eyes almost too perfect, her sharp werewolf senses betraying nothing of her scheming. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft, carefully pitched to disarm me. I forced a faint smile, though my claws itched and my heartbeat was rising—not just from anger, but from the pack tension I could feel radiating off her. “Nothing.” She must have thought I wouldn’t dare retaliate—why else would she probe at me in such sly ways? She had counted on my isolation in the Xander pack. Ever since the family split over dominance disputes, my visits were mostly with Grandma, the Luna’s right hand, who still showed me some warmth. But Yvonne’s calculations were off. Whatever Chandler Alpha did, I no longer cared. I gripped the scissors, my senses heightening as I pulled out the tag, ready to cut it, when a shrill scream sliced through the room. “Tracy, what are you doing?” Faye rushed forward, hurling a shopping bag at me with inhuman speed. Startled, my

TRACY When my alarm went off at six in the morning, I did not hit snooze. I sat on the edge of my bed and waited for the dull ache in my stomach to fade. Lunar Decay. The name sounded like a bad joke, but the pain was very real. It felt like a cold stone resting heavy inside my gut. As soon as it had faded, I walked slowly to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the hot water hit my back. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Just survive today, I told myself. Just get through the presentation.After my shower, I put on a sharp black blazer, a white silk shirt, and tailored black pants. I looked at the woman in the mirror. She looked pale. She looked tired. But her eyes were awake. For three years, I dressed for Chandler. I wore what a Luna was supposed to wear. Soft colors, modest cuts, clothes that made me look like an obedient wife. Today, I dressed for myself. The conference center downtown was massive. It had high glass walls and thick gray carpets. The air