All Chapters of No Longer Your Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien's Pov"You told him." Klein didn't deny it. He stood across from me in the room behind the ceremony ground, arms crossed, expression completely unapologetic. "Someone had to," he said. "Two months ago when you came back from that meeting room you could barely function. Your father needed to know." "You had no right," I said. "I had every right. I'm your Beta." I turned away from him. Through the small window I could see the ceremony ground being prepared. Lanterns being lit one by one. White jasmine being laid across the altar. Everything ordered. Everything in place. In one hour it would be done. "What exactly did you tell him," I said. "The truth," Klein said. "That the bond revealed itself two months early. That you felt it in that meeting room." A pause. "That her name was Lena Cole." I said nothing. "He didn't seem surprised," Klein added quietly. "That was the part that worried me." It didn't surprise me either. Footsteps outside. The door opened. My father

Damien's PovThe celebration is still going strong behind me.I can hear it from the pack house corridor, the music, the cheering, three hundred wolves toasting their future Luna out on the ceremony ground. Victoria is probably still out there somewhere, glowing in the lantern light, accepting congratulations from people who have waited years for this night.I left twenty minutes ago.Klein followed me as far as the door. One look from me and he stopped.I need the quiet.My footsteps echo in the empty corridor. I loosen my collar and keep moving but she follows me anyway.Not physically. She's nowhere near this corridor.But I keep seeing her face.Those eyes that didn't flinch when they should have. That stubborn set of her jaw when I said what I said. She was standing in a dress that had no business making anyone look the way she looked, hair escaping whatever she'd pinned it into and still something about her stopped me cold in a way that Victoria in her finest gown never has.An

Lena's POV The formal dining room was quiet except for the soft clink of silverware. Just three of them tonight. Damien at the head of the table. Victoria beside him in a dress that probably cost more than everything I owned combined. Klein across from them, looking uncomfortable in the way Betas do when they're watching something they can't stop. I had been serving them for the past twenty minutes. Water. Wine. Small plates that Cook had spent all morning preparing. The kind of work that required me to be present and invisible at the same time. I was very good at being invisible. Until Victoria decided I wasn't. "More wine," she said, not looking at me. Just holding out her glass like I was furniture that could move. I came around the table with the bottle. Poured carefully. Steady hand. No spills. "Actually," Victoria said, turning to look at me for the first time. Her smile was sharp. "On second thought, send someone else. Someone who doesn't smell like the kitchen when the

Lena's PovI stared at myself in the mirror.My eyes were steady. not a trace of what had happened in that dining room showing on my face. That was the thing about being invisible for so long — you learned how to keep everything locked inside where nobody could see it.I had walked out of that room with my spine straight and my face composed. I had kept it that way all the way home through the dark corridors of the pack house. Past the kitchen where Cook was finishing service. Past the servants' quarters. Out through the side door without looking back.I wasn't going to fall apart now.I sat on the edge of my bed and changed into an old sweater and jeans from three years ago. I moved with purpose. Deliberately. This wasn't panic. This was a decision I had made the moment Damien's voice cut across that dining room.That was when I knew.I was done.I packed my backpack with steady hands. Two changes of clothes. The notebook with all my calculations, two years of mapping every coin, eve

Lena's Pov"Oh yes, oh God, yes—"Maya's moans came through the thin wall at two in the morning.I pulled the pillow over my head but it didn't help. The couch was right next to her bedroom. I could hear everything. The bed creaking, the man's grunts. Maya's performance, because it was a performance, I had learned that much in three weeks.By the time they finished I was wide awake.I had arrived in Portland three weeks ago with a backpack and few dollars. I had been walking the streets looking for shelter when Maya found me outside a coffee shop.She was coming out dressed for work and took one look at me and said, "You need a place to sleep?"I nodded."I know a spot," she said. "No rent. Just don't ask questions and don't get in the way."That spot was her couch.The first week was the worst.On day three a man came home with Maya. He was drunk and loud and he didn't care that I was on the couch five feet away.By the time he left I had seen more than I wanted to see.On day five a