All Chapters of Luna Pretending To Be Blind: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Yara’s PovFrom the moment I woke up, I kept waiting for something to happen. A knock at the door. Judy calling my name. Any sign that Rebecca had received my message and acted on it. I replayed the words I had sent her, again and again, wondering if I had explained myself clearly. Maybe I had sounded too vague. Maybe she had not understood how urgent it was. I wished I had said more, but fear had rushed me. Every extra sentence had felt like a risk.As the morning passed, the hope I had clung to slowly weakened. I kept glancing at the time, pretending I was not counting the minutes. Noon came and went. The house remained quiet. No visitors arrived. No one mentioned Rebecca.By afternoon, unease settled deep in my chest. New thoughts crept in, ones I tried hard to push away. What if something had delayed her? What if Daniel had noticed something was wrong? That idea made my stomach tighten. Daniel knew Rebecca. They had always been polite to each other because of me, sometimes even fr

Yara’s PovI never expected to see Daniel in the study.The live surveillance feed had been clear. It showed him walking into Judy’s room. The door closed behind him. He never came out. So when I turned and saw him standing in front of me, I honestly believed I was hallucinating.We stared at each other.He looked just as startled as I felt. His brows pulled together slowly, his lips parting as if he was about to say my name but couldn’t remember how to pronounce it.I had to act fast. My knees weakened, and a sob tore out of my throat. I staggered forward, crying openly, loudly, my hands shaking as I reached for him. The moment my forehead hit his chest, the tears became real.Daniel stiffened. I felt it immediately. His body locked for half a second, his arms hovering awkwardly at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. Then he wrapped them around my waist, carefully, almost mechanically.“Yara?” he said, confused. “What’s wrong?”I clutched the front of his shirt like I

Yara’s PovI turned toward her voice, my expression innocent. “I’m sorry, I didn't see you, you’re okay, right?”“What do you think?” she snapped. “It was boiling hot!”I frowned slightly. “Boiling hot? But I thought you said you put ice in it. The coffee wasn’t that hot.”Her eyes widened with fury. “You did that on purpose.”“I didn’t,” I said calmly. “I can’t see.”She clenched her fists. “You think this is funny?”“I don’t know what to tell you honestly, I was just trying to drink,” I replied. “You said there were ice cubes, I'm just extra clumsy today I guess.”She let out a sharp, angry laugh. “You really are something.”She turned abruptly and stormed toward the bathroom, muttering under her breath. As she walked away, she threw over her shoulder, “Yara, just wait. I won’t let this slide.”JUDY’s POVI slammed the bathroom door harder than I should have, and the sound echoed sharply through the hallway. For a moment, I stood there breathing heavily, staring at my reflection in

Yara’s PovI lay there, staring at the dark ceiling, feeling the steady warmth beside me. Daniel was actually in bed with me. His arm rested loosely near my waist, not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat of his body through the blanket.That was the part that didn’t make sense.If he meant to hurt me, there were easier ways. Quieter ways. He didn’t need to lie beside me like this, breathing evenly, sharing warmth like a normal husband. Whatever his intentions were, I couldn’t read them. But one thing was painfully clear.With him here, Judy wouldn’t dare do anything and it was better he was close so I could keep an eye on him.That thought settled over me like a thin blanket of safety. I let my mind go blank

Yara’s PovThe clink of cutlery against plates sounded too loud in the kitchen. My wolf hated sharp noises; even dulled by suppressants, her unease stirred faintly under my skin. I kept my gaze unfocused, my eyes fixed on the vague blur where Daniel sat across from me.He scrolled on his phone between bites. I could hear the soft swipe of his finger on the screen, the subtle change in his breathing when he glanced up, likely checking if I was still “looking” in his direction.“How’s your appetite? I hope I didn’t skimp out on the portions,” he asked.“Yes, it’s fine,” I said.It wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth.Since losing my sight, or since pretending to, taste and sound had become my anchors. The eggs smelled slightly burnt. My wolf noticed everything, even when I acted like I didn’t.He nodded, clearly relieved I had answered. “The eggs are a bit dry. I rushed them.”“They’re fine,” I replied. I moved my fork carefully, counting the distance from plate to mouth, makin