All Chapters of My Dying Luna Became My Deadliest Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"You’re sure you’ll be okay?"It was the third time Draven asked the question since carrying Genesis into her border hut. He paced around the small room, his massive Alpha frame filling the space as he tested the window latches, checked the front door bolt, and kicked the wobbly legs of the dining table."This place isn’t fitting for a Luna," he grunted, his upper lip curling in disgust."It's perfectly fine for me," Genesis murmured softly, her tired body sinking into the worn, sagging couch. She didn't have the energy left to argue with his possessive Alpha instincts tonight.Her quiet response only deepened his scowl as he kept searching for flaws in the humble cottage. Exhausted, Genesis leaned her head back against the cushion, her eyes tracking his restless movements.Then came the endless cycle of his quiet worry.If she didn't know how deeply their mate bond had fractured, she would have sworn her Alpha was simply terrified of leaving her side."I'm okay, Draven," she repeated

Genesis stared at her communicator, unsure of how to process the strange, lighter tone of his messages. The playful back-and-forth felt dangerously close to flirting, making her heart pound and her inner wolf perk its ears in confusion.His typing indicator flickered across the screen before vanishing completely.Genesis bit her lower lip, her fingers hovering over the glass screen before she typed back.Genesis: I'm headed to Moonhollow Crossing for morning provisions around ten.A long pause followed. The dots reappeared, disappeared, then flashed back up.Draven: I'll be passing through the trade post at 10:07. Think our paths will cross?Genesis couldn't stop the small grin spreading across her face.Genesis: The chances are practically non-existent.Draven: That's what I figured. But if you're still lingering by the border stalls when I pull up, maybe we share a table? Mirelle's pack house has mouths to feed, wouldn't want to waste their trade space.Genesis: Agreed. Purely for t

"Hail, Vaughn," Genesis greeted, stepping out onto the timber porch of her border hut to find the enforcer waiting. "I take it Draven dragged you out here to carry the heavy furniture?"Vaughn nodded wordlessly, his dark eyes tracking her every movement."Do you always follow his Alpha orders without question?" Genesis asked, limping up the worn steps toward him as he straightened his broad shoulders.Vaughn surprised her by letting out a low, rough chuckle. "Pretty much. I've been his lead tracker since we were pups.""You've known each other that long?" Genesis felt a sharp blade of guilt twist in her gut. How had she spent four months as Draven's mated Luna at the Citadel without learning something so basic about his past?She shoved the shame down before her wolf could whimper out loud."Since our first full moon," Draven grunted, unhooking the heavy leather straps from the back of the transport truck. "Our family elders share territory lines. I can't remember a time I wasn't runn

IT HAD BEEN five long hours since Draven had last heard from Genesis.Every single mind-link and rune-message he had sent after their sharp confrontation remained unanswered. His calls to her communicator went straight to the void.She had completely locked her mind-shield against him. Exactly like he had shut her out when he walked away from their mated bed at the Citadel all those weeks ago.Was this how she had felt? Helpless? Frustrated? Terrified? Broken?Hurt?Goddess, he was a ruthless bastard. Yes, his own wolf had suffered through those bitter emotions during their brief marriage. It was why he had abandoned their shared chambers, after all. But he had never once considered the agonizing storm he left behind in her soul.He hadn't cared. Because his arrogant pride had convinced him that a highborn surgeon like Genesis didn't feel the bite of the mate bond.He was restless, his claws itching to break through his skin. He couldn't focus on pack business for more than a second.

DRAVEN WAS TRYING his damnedest not to stare at Genesis. But it was impossible when the lunar light hit her, making her look more striking than any female in the territory tonight.He’d always thought Genesis was beautiful, but seeing her out of her rigid highborn healer garments was a revelation. Her light forest-green tunic was soft, tied at the shoulders, and embroidered with tiny white mountain blooms.It was nothing like the heavy, armored leather robes she wore in the Citadel's core healing wing, or the formal high-house gowns she wore at home.Seeing her in this simple, effortless piece was a rare sight, and his wolf refused to look away.At least three of the nine strikes he’d failed to block in the first half of this brutal sparring match happened because he’d been distracted, tracking his mate with his golden eyes. She looked so relaxed tonight. Free with her smiles and her melodic laughter.She was devastatingly gorgeous."Hey! Alpha Hollowmere! Watch the damn strike line!"