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All Chapters of The Bastard Luna: His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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One

Elara’s povI woke to sunlight slicing through curtains that weren’t mine, and for a moment—just one soft, stupid moment, I let myself believe I was still dreaming.Then the scent hit me. Cedar and rain. A scent I had memorized from a distance for six years without ever once thinking I’d wake up tangled in it.I turned my head, and my heart stopped.Damian Wolfe lay beside me, his chest rising and falling in sleep, the Alpha mark dark against his throat. My sister’s intended. The man the whole pack worshipped like something carved out of moonlight. The man I had loved hopelessly, secretly, shamefully, since I was twelve years old and old enough to understand that wanting him was the most dangerous thing I could do.Memory came back in jagged pieces—the bonfire, the ache that had nothing to do with reason, the way his eyes had locked onto mine across the fire and gone wide with the same shock that must have been written all over my face. I had just turned eighteen the night before. It

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

Two

Elara’s pov My parents left first. Selene lingered. Of course she did — Selene always lingered when there was something left to take from me. She stood in the doorway with her arms wrapped tight around herself, mascara smudged in dark half-moons beneath her eyes, looking for all the world like the one who’d been wronged here. Like she was the one whose whole life had just been folded up and handed back to her in pieces. “Selene.” I hated how much desperation bled into my voice when I said her name. I reached for her anyway, because I was stupid and I was terrified and she was the last person in that house who might still look at me like I was worth something. I knew what she was capable of, I knew exactly how much she enjoyed watching me scramble. But I reached for her anyway, because when you’re drowning you’ll grab at anything — even the hand that pushed you in. “Please, talk to Father. Tell him I would never do this to you on purpose, I don’t want to leave home, Selene, please……”

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

Three

Elara’s pov That was the sentence that finally finished me. Not the slap. Not my father’s silence. Not even the rejection itself, which had already carved out something essential and left a hollow where it used to be. It was that — the quiet, casual intimacy of his concern for Selene’s comfort, and the fact that my pain was only relevant to him as an inconvenience to be managed around it. I was not a person to mourn. I was a complication to be cleared before the celebration could begin. I picked up my luggage. I straightened my spine until it ached. I walked out of the pack house with my chin parallel to the floor and my heart in more pieces than I had hands to count them, and I did not look back. I refused. I refused — even when every part of me that still felt anything was screaming to turn around, to look at him one last time, to find out if he watched me go. I didn’t give him the satisfaction. I didn’t give myself the devastation. I just walked, and I kept walking, until the

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

Four

Elara pov The question landed somewhere strange. I opened my mouth and then closed it again, because I genuinely did not know how to answer it — not because I was trying to be cagey, but because the possibility hadn’t fully assembled itself in my mind yet, and saying I don’t know felt almost more alarming than either of the alternatives. “I am not — “ I stopped. Started again. “I don’t think so. I’m not certain.” He looked at me steadily, not unkindly. “Should we check to be sure?” I nodded. The word scared doesn’t quite cover what I was feeling. It was more like standing at the edge of a height, already knowing you were going to step off, just not knowing yet whether there was water below or rock. He took a blood sample and left the room, and I sat on the examination table in the thin gown they give you and looked at the wall and tried not to think too specifically about anything. When he came back, he set the results down in front of me and said, “You’re pregnant,” in the sam

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

five

Elara pov Nessa reached into the pocket of her coat slowly, bringing out a dirty envelope. The envelope was old. Not antique-old, not decorative-old, but the kind of old that comes from being held and hidden and moved from place to place over eighteen years, its edges soft and slightly curved from the shape of whatever drawer or box it had lived in. The paper had gone the color of weak tea. My name was written on the front in handwriting I had never seen before in my life. “She wrote it before the birth,” Nessa said quietly, pressing it into my hands. “She made me promise to find you one day and give it to you. I should have found you sooner. I’m sorry, Elara. I’m so sorry.” I couldn’t speak. I looked down at my name — Elara, written in careful, deliberate strokes and thought about a woman I had never met sitting down to write a letter to a daughter she didn’t know she wouldn’t survive. I thought about what kind of love that took or fear. I waited until Nessa had gone inside bef

Last Updated : 2026-07-03

Six

Elara povThe room cost forty-two dollars a week. I counted every bill and coin I had three times before I knocked on the landlord’s door, certain that if I was even a dollar short he’d turn me away and I’d have nowhere left to go. I wasn’t short. I had forty-seven dollars and some change — enough for the first week and almost nothing left over. I stood in the doorway of the smallest room I had ever seen in my life and told myself it was enough. It had a lock. It had four walls. After the omega quarters, after the alley, after everything, a room with a lock felt like the closest thing to luxury I could imagine.The landlord was a heavyset human man named Gerald who smelled like coffee and pipe tobacco and had absolutely no interest in where I’d come from or why a young woman was renting a room with a bag that held everything she owned. He gave me a key, told me the bathroom was shared, hot water ran out by seven in the morning, and left. I stood alone in the center of my forty-two

Last Updated : 2026-07-04

Seven

Chapter 7Damian’s POVI have sat through a hundred dinners like this one.Political dinners. Alliance dinners. Grief dinners, celebration dinners, dinners where the food is irrelevant and everything on the table is theater — the right wine, the right seating arrangement, the right amount of laughter at the right moments. I learned how to perform them before I was old enough to understand why performance was necessary. My father taught me. Sit straight. Speak when spoken to. Never let them see what you’re actually thinking, Damian, because the moment they see it, they own it.My father was the most disciplined man I ever knew. And even he, in the end, had not been enough.I picked up my wine glass, smiled at something Roland said from across the table, and thought about Elara.I had been thinking about Elara for six days. I had a talent for not thinking about things I had decided not to think about — it was a skill I had refined since childhood, a kind of internal door I could close a

Last Updated : 2026-07-06

Eight

Lena’s POVI have a rule about gossip.Not a moral rule — I’m seventeen and I live in the omega quarters and I don’t have the luxury of moral rules about information. It’s a practical one: before I believe anything I hear in this pack, I ask myself who benefits from me believing it. Nine times out of ten, the answer tells me everything I need to know about whether it’s true.So when the story about Elara Voss spread through the omega block like fire through dry paper that she seduced the Alpha, she schemed and planned it, she threw herself at him on the full moon to steal her sister’s place, she tried to become Luna and got exactly what a bastard girl who reaches above herself deserves — I did what I always do.I asked myself who benefited.And then I kept my mouth shut and watched.The pack had decided what it thought within forty-eight hours of Elara leaving. That was how it always worked here — the story formed fast and hard, like a concrete setting, and by the time anyone thought

Last Updated : 2026-07-07

Nine

Yvonne's POV — Eighteen Years AgoI found out on a Thursday.I remember the day specifically because I had spent the morning arranging a dinner for the pack elders — flowers, seating, the particular wine that Elder Mara preferred and which had to be ordered three weeks in advance — and I had done all of it with the precise, cheerful efficiency that had made me the most admired beta wife in three pack territories. I had built that reputation the way you build anything worth having: carefully, deliberately, without once letting anyone see the effort it cost.I found out at two in the afternoon, from a servant who told me not because she felt I deserved to know, but because she was afraid of what would happen if she didn't.Roland had gotten a kitchen girl pregnant.I sat with that information for exactly four minutes in my private sitting room with the door closed, my hands folded in my lap, my face arranged into an expression that revealed nothing to the empty room out of pure habit. T

Last Updated : 2026-07-07

Ten

Chapter ten Elara's POV The human library smelled like dust and central heating and the particular stillness of a place where no one was in a hurry. I had never been inside one before. Wolf packs kept their histories in private archives — oral records, sealed ledgers, things that did not leave the territory and were not shared with people who hadn't earned the right to them. The idea of a building where anyone could walk in off the street and read about anything they wanted had seemed, the first time Nessa mentioned it, faintly reckless. Like leaving the doors unlocked. Like trusting the world not to take what you'd left out in the open. Now I sat in a corner chair with a stack of books on my left and my mother's letter on my right and thought that maybe the humans had understood something wolves hadn't — that hiding knowledge didn't protect it. It just made whoever held it more dangerous. I had asked the librarian for folklore. Regional mythology. Old stories. She had not ba

Last Updated : 2026-07-08

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