Todos los capítulos de The Luna He Never Deserved: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

NARAYAI had never had to learn how to be silent before. I had spent five years learning how to be quiet, which is a different thing entirely. Quiet is choosing your words carefully. Silent is having none at all.Roger drilled me the whole drive to VoxTin.“You don't speak. Not one word, not even to a cleaner who greets you in passing. If anyone asks you something, you nod, or you shake your head, or you point to whatever's in your hand.”“What if I need to explain something complicated?”“Write it. I'll get you a notepad.”“And if they ask why I can't write instead of talk?”“Nobody's going to interrogate my sister's disability, Naya. People have manners.” He glanced at me sideways, his silver eyes hard in the morning light. “Most people.”I pressed my hand flat over my belly, hidden beneath the loose cardigan Zilla had once teased me for owning. Four months now. Not showing enough for strangers to notice, not yet, but enough that I felt it every time I sat, every time I stood, a sma

NARAYAMy new desk sat directly outside Caspian's office, close enough that I could hear the low rumble of his voice through the glass whenever he took a call, close enough that his assistant Delphine kept glancing at me like she was waiting for me to combust.“You're the first one he's ever asked for by name,” she told me on my second morning, setting a stack of files on my desk with the careful precision of a woman handling something breakable. “Usually HR just sends him whoever's available. I've worked for him three years and I've never seen him walk into Archives himself.”I only nodded. Wrote nothing. Delphine, bless her, had already gotten used to my silence faster than most, filling the gaps herself the way kind people do when they decide a quiet person just needs someone to talk at instead of with.“Don't take it personal if he's cold,” she added, lowering her voice like the walls might repeat her. “He's not cruel without reason. But he doesn't warm up to people. Ever. There w

MELISSAI used to think I knew every version of Roger's face.The one he wore for my father, careful and deferential, a future son-in-law proving he deserved the Northern Pack's alliance. The one he wore for the board, confident, commanding, every word landing like a decree. The one he wore for me in bed, hungry and warm, the one that had once convinced a guarded girl like me that her heart was finally safe in someone's hands.I did not know this new face. The one he wore when Naraya walked into a room.It happened first at dinner, three nights after she'd started working under the Lycan King. She came down late, apologising with her hands the way she always did now, a quick little gesture toward the clock and then a small, tired shrug. Roger's head turned before she'd even reached the doorway. Not the way a brother's head turns for a sister.The way a man's head turns for something he's afraid of losing.“You're late,” he said, and there was an edge under the words that had nothing t

ROGERI saw the car before I saw her.Black, low, expensive, the kind of machine that didn't belong in a driveway like mine because it belonged to a man who owned half the driveways in the realm. It rolled to a stop at the foot of my front steps at a quarter to midnight, engine purring, and I stood behind the study curtain with a glass of whiskey going warm in my hand and watched Caspian Zachary's driver step out to open the rear door.Not Caspian himself. Not yet.Naraya stepped out first, her cardigan pulled tight around her middle, her long hair loose and a little windblown. She bent back toward the open door and said something I couldn't hear. A pause. Then he leaned out into the light of my porch lamp, grey eyes on her face, and said something back that made her duck her head, and I saw her smile.A small one. Barely there. But real.I had not seen that smile in over a year.The glass cracked in my hand.“You're home late,” I said, when she came through the front door.She jumped

NARAYAI stole from him on a Thursday.Roger had been very clear about what he wanted. Not much, he said, nothing that would hurt anyone. Just the shipping manifests for the southern trade route, the ones Caspian kept in a locked drawer in his study, and any correspondence with the Northern Pack. Insurance, Roger called it. So we know where we stand.I sat at my desk for two hours before I made myself do it.Caspian had gone to a council meeting on the thirty-second floor. Delphine was at lunch. The corridor outside his office was empty and the whole floor hummed with that thick, expensive quiet that makes every small sound feel like a confession.The drawer wasn't locked. That was the part that broke something in me.He had given me a key to the study three days earlier without a word of explanation. Just set it on my desk with the morning coffee and said, “In case you need to work in there.”I photographed eleven pages with Zilla's old phone. My hands were so steady I hated them. Th