All Chapters of His Shattered Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

13 Chapters

He Broke Me Once

He gave me thirty minutes. I stared at the kitchen clock as he said it. The second hand ticked away—around and around—while everything inside me had ground to a halt. Thirty minutes to pack up my life and get out of Darkwood Pack. That’s all my mate of four years decided I was worth. Thirty minutes. I didn’t use them all. I grabbed my bag from the top of the wardrobe—the same one I carried into the house four years ago, when Damien Cole used to see me as the center of his world. I stuffed in three set of clothes, my documents, a little amount of cash I kept in the drawer beside the bed, and a photo of my mom off the nightstand. That’s it. I left everything else. Not because there wasn’t anything worth taking. Our life together had filled the house—my books, my plants, the blanket I spent months knitting because Damien always said he was cold at night. I left all of it behind. Bringing those things would’ve meant I was still the woman who lived here. And I already knew I’d never

She Found Me First

I stood still. That was my choice in those quick three seconds, just after she stepped out of the car and her gaze met mine across the street. I refused to move, refused to step back, refused to let her see any reaction. I wasn’t giving her the satisfaction she probably wanted.She looked just the same as she did three years ago. That annoyed me more than I care to admit. She actually seemed better—hair still dark and flawless, posture relaxed, that unapologetic kind of beauty you can’t ignore.She crossed the street like she had nowhere else to be. Marcus, beside me, had gone rigid. I didn’t have to look to know. His entire body reacted the instant he saw her. Whatever he learned two weeks ago, whatever made him drive eight hours to my door, it was linked to her.She stopped only a few feet from me and smiled. “Aria Sutton,” she said. “I’ve been hoping we’d meet properly.”“We have met,” I replied.She kept smiling. “Briefly. And under unfortunate circumstances.” She glanced at the f

What The Blood Knows

I didn’t sleep that night—not because I was scared. Fear and I had come to terms ages ago. I stayed awake because my mind wouldn’t shut up and my wolf kept pacing, and honestly, trying to rest felt useless. So I parked myself at my desk until two in the morning, sifting through what I knew and what I didn’t. The gap between those was wide enough to make me nervous. Here’s what I had: Selene had been poisoning Damien with Darkroot compound. I didn’t know for how long. She’d spun a story to make him reject me three years ago. Tonight, she’d followed Marcus, which meant she’d been tracking him, picked up on him leaving Darkwood, knew exactly where he was headed. Then she sent me a four-word message—could be a warning or a threat. Honestly, I wasn't sure which bothered me more. But I didn’t know why. That was the thing gnawing at me, keeping me up. No one goes all-in the way she had without a motive. Years spent weaving a careful plan doesn’t happen for nothing. She focused on Damien,

Going Back

The drive to Darkwood dragged on for four hours. Marcus took the wheel. I sat next to him with my bag shoved between my feet, phone in hand, window cracked open just enough for a bit of air. I needed to feel it—something to keep me from sinking. I hadn’t slept the night before, and my pre-dawn coffee was doing nothing except reminding me how tired I was.We barely spoke for the first two hours. That was fine by me. Marcus wasn’t the type to chatter for the sake of filling silence, and I needed the quiet. I wanted a stretch of time to be nothing before I had to start pretending to be anything else.So I stared out at the passing landscape. Neutral territory’s got a looseness to it; everything feels unclaimed, like the land itself finally got to exhale. But edge past it, closer to Darkwood, and things tighten up fast. Pack land is different. There’s this sense of structure that settles over everything—and the Alpha’s presence, heavy in the air, so obvious you feel it whether you want to

The Night She Came

He told me everything.I sat across from him, just listening. Didn’t interrupt. Kept my face blank, my hands in my lap, and let him talk. That was the hardest part—not the listening, but holding still—because what he said tore apart something I’d spent three years building. This version of events I’d made my peace with, now getting dismantled right in front of me. It wasn’t any easier, even when the new story was, in some ways, less awful than the old one.Turns out, it had started four years ago, not three. Four. That surprised me.“She came to me a year before the rejection,” he said. “Not as Selene. She had council intelligence credentials, a real council seal. Everything looked official.”“What did she say?” I asked.“She said there was a faction working across three territories, targeting high-functioning Lunas. Said they’d identified you as a future threat—a dangerous influence in the pack community.” He stopped, his eyes on his hands. “She told me if I didn’t act to neutralize

What She Left Behind

I spent the rest of the morning tucked away in the pack records room. It’s a small space off the main hallway—packed floor to ceiling with filing cabinets and old files, smelling like paper and that familiar dust from things nobody’s touched in ages. I’d been in here plenty of times before, back when I was Luna. Usually, it was all admin stuff—checking over finances, membership lists, the paperwork that keeps a pack running. But I never thought I’d sit in here looking for proof that someone had been plotting against me for four years. I started with the visitor logs. Every pack keeps these—it’s standard security, lists every wolf who comes onto the territory, where they came from, why they showed up, how long they stayed. Most Alphas treat them like a checkbox. I never did. I always knew the most dangerous threats don’t announce themselves. Selene’s first recorded visit to Darkwood? Three years and eight months ago. Not three years—three years and eight months. That’s eight months

The name on the record

My father’s name was Aldric Vance.I just sat there on the floor of the records room, file open in my lap, staring at the faded ink like it might change if I looked long enough. Aldric Vance. Mara Sutton’s mate, father of one daughter, born thirty years ago. Me.Elder Vance—my father.The words felt too big to hold all at once, like handling a piece of glass you’re not sure won’t break. I tried out the truth from every direction, poked at it, waited for it to crack. It didn’t. It just sat there, solid and awful.Suddenly, everything made sense. The targeting before I’d done anything to deserve it. How invested Vance was in getting me out of Damien’s life. The weirdly huge resources deployed against me. The poison. The fake intelligence. Years of careful plotting.Turns out, I wasn’t just a Luna who’d gotten too successful. I was Aldric Vance’s daughter.If anyone found out—and if I ever said it out loud—the fallout would bury him. The council’s bloodline law was clear: a senior elder

What Selene Knows

I didn’t find anything else in the records that night. It wasn’t because there was nothing left to find. Somebody had beaten me to it.I realized it at half past nine. I opened the drawer where the correspondence files from four years ago should’ve been. Empty. Not even a scrap left behind, not a single file shoved out of place or misfiled. Just the neat hanging folders, labels in careful handwriting from whoever kept the records before me, but every sheet inside gone.I stood there, staring at the empty drawer for a long second. Then I checked the next drawer. Also empty. And the one below. Same. Three whole years’ worth of correspondence. Disappeared.I sat down in the records room chair, just looking at those empty drawers, thinking through the day. I’d been in the room since morning, but I’d stepped out twice—once to call Cassian in the hallway, once when I heard Selene’s voice and went to the door. Both times, I left the records room door unlocked.Somebody took three years’ reco

The Lycan King Arrives

Standing in the front hall of the Darkwood packhouse, I read Wren’s message over and over. I hoped the words would somehow change the more I stared at them, but they never did.Someone had tried to get into my birth record. Mine. Not the foundation’s finances. Not the donor list or anything someone might use to tear down what we’d built. Just that one file—my name, my mother and father, the exact day and place I existed. Vance was looking for proof.He knew I’d been in the pack records room today, digging through old files. Now he was trying to see if I’d found what was hidden in those bloodline records before Selene wiped the correspondence files.He was nervous—and honestly, I liked that. People screw up when they’re scared.I typed back to Wren: Lock my personal file. Completely. Take it offline if you have to. Nothing gets in or out without me.Her answer came right away. Already done—ten minutes ago. And Aria, the access attempt traces to a council server. I had my contact check.

The Price Of His Life

I sat in silence for a long time. Nadia didn’t say a word either. She just dropped back on her heels beside Damien and let the quiet stretch, because she understood what she’d asked of me—and she wasn’t the type who hides hard truths behind meaningless comfort.I could feel Cassian in the doorway behind me. He always did this—stood very still, steady as bedrock, especially when something heavy was unfolding in the room and he hadn’t yet decided how much of himself to bring into it.Damien was still breathing. Shallow, even, and alive for now. My hands pressed into his shoulders; I could feel the warmth coming back into him, a little at a time. The crisis wasn’t over exactly, but it was changing, turning into something else that was simmering beneath the surface.A mate bond, fully restored. From both sides. Willingly.Those words sat heavy inside me. I kept rolling them around in my mind, feeling out every edge. A mate bond wasn’t like making a promise you could take back later. It wa

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