All Chapters of The Alpha Luna’s True Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elira’s POV“I will be taking Nyra Rothwell as my mistress.”The words cut through the ballroom and slashed right through me, making me question my very existence.My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress, gripping it like an anchor while my husband—King Leon Virel—turned to the woman beside him with a soft smile, an expression so soft and foreign that it made my throat tighten.She smiled back at him, her cheeks dusted pink as he pulled her closer to his side. A face I had never seen before, breathtakingly beautiful beneath the moonlight pouring through the palace windows. Her golden dress shimmered against her skin, and Leon’s hand rested possessively against the small of her back.The hall erupted into whispers, and they were probably wondering why the King had brought back a mistress from his long expedition.Leon had been away for six good months, even when the trip was only meant to last for three. They had told me he needed to attend to some urgent matters, but now the tru

By the time evening arrived, I found myself standing outside the grand ballroom doors with far less determination than I’d had earlier. Music echoed faintly from inside the hall alongside laughter and conversation. The entire palace was alive tonight, celebrating the one thing that brought me so much pain. My eyes fluttered closed as I took a deep breath, opening them as I exhaled softly. Maybe Mona had been right. Maybe I shouldn’t have come at all. But if I stayed hidden in my chambers, it would only be seen as weakness. So despite every instinct telling me to turn around, I stepped inside. The grand ballroom sparkled beneath crystal chandeliers, overflowing with nobles draped in expensive attire and even more expensive jewelry. “Her Majesty, Queen Elira of Eryndor has arrived.” The Herald proclaimed, and I raised my chin a millimeter higher. Heads turned to me, and the hall erupted into murmurs and whispers. Some gasped, others gave me pointed looks, and their pointed stare

Questions spiraled through my mind as I stared at him.Leon had a brother?How was that possible?I had spent most of my life in the palace. I knew the names of council members, noble families, foreign rulers, and military commanders, yet somehow, I had never once heard Leon mention a brother.The revelation unsettled me, making me wonder how much thought I knew but didn’t.“Your Majesty.”His response was respectful, yet colder than the northern winds he had spent the last decade fighting in.Leon stepped forward then, his expression shifting into something that resembled warmth, though I had learned long ago that his smiles were often just another form of performance.“Ares,” he said, his voice smooth and steady, “you must be exhausted from your long journey.”Ares.So that was his name.It resonated in my mind like a soft ripple in still water, shifting the balance of everything I believed.Leon let out a hearty chuckle as he crossed the distance between them, resting one hand on A

EliraMy breath hitched as I woke up, my heart hammering against my ribs. The sheets were twisted around my legs, and my skin felt flushed and damp with sweat.I sat up in the dark, trembling from the intensity of the dream. It had felt so real, so vivid, like the sensation of heavy hands pinning me down was still on my skin.In the dream, a man had claimed me, tearing through my defenses and marking me until I could only scream his name. My entire body was aching right now, a deep, restless throb settling between my thighs. My pussy slick with every movement I made."It was Leon," I whispered into the empty bedroom, trying to force the lie down my own throat. "It had to be Leon."But I was only fooling myself. The face in my mind didn't belong to my husband.Those intense, glowing golden orbs that had stared down into my soul during the climax of the dream were permanently etched into my mind. They belonged to Ares. Those eyes belonged to my husband's brother. My mate. Mi—I buried m

EliraLeon stared at the door Ares had just slammed, his face twisting into an ugly, furious mask. You could practically see the veins popping on his neck as he clenched his fists."He forgets his place," Leon muttered, his voice shaking with pure irritation. "He forgets who wears the crown in this palace.""Leon, let him go," Nyra murmured, rubbing his arm with a soft, comforting touch. "He is just trying to be a hero for the guards."Leon let out a harsh breath, shaking his head as he leaned back into his throne."Fine," Leon said, waving a hand dismissively. "As the general of the royal army, he has the right to investigate security threats. Let him waste his time looking for ghosts.""The assassins were not ghosts, Leon," I stepped forward, raising my voice to make sure he actually heard me this time. "The attack truly happened. I was cornered, and I almost died."Nyra remained quiet beside him, sitting on her little stool like a perfect, fragile doll.But I hadn't forgotten the l