All Chapters of The Alpha Luna’s True Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elira I stared right into my husband's eyes and felt nothing but cold, heavy disgust. The panic that usually kept me quiet was completely gone, replaced by a strange sense of clarity. "I am not apologizing for something I didn't do," I said, my voice steady, echoing off the high stone walls. "I did nothing to her, Leon. She is a liar." Nyra let out a fresh wave of pathetic, shuddering sobs, burying her face deeper into Leon's shirt. The crimson stain on her sleeve was spreading, but she made sure to peek out just enough to look broken. "I just wanted to apologize to her, Leon," Nyra whimpered, her voice cracking perfectly as she played her part. "I told her I never meant to come between the two of you, and she just snapped. She grabbed the blade and cut me." "Shh, I know, Nyra. I have you," Leon murmured to her, his voice softening in a way he had never once used with me. "I am so sorry this happened to you." He pressed a brief kiss against the top of her head before his head sn

Elira I stood by the large glass window of my bedroom, leaning my forehead against the cool pane. Below in the training yard, Ares was moving like a weapon. He was half naked, his broad back covered in a light sheen of sweat that caught the morning sun. Every time his thick muscles flexed as he swung his heavy training sword, my stomach did a violent flip. My wolf was practically clawing at my chest, whimpering for me to run down there and throw myself into his arms. My whole body burned with a deep, aching need that was becoming impossible to ignore. I was supposed to be heading to an important budget meeting with the pack elders right now. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. The heavy oak door clicked open, and I jumped away from the window like I had been caught doing something illegal. Mona walked into the room, holding a sealed cream envelope in her trembling hand. "Your Majesty, a guard just dropped this off," Mona said, looking incredibly anxious. "It is a direct m

Elira My mind went blank as I stared at the black velvet box in the captain's hands. A wave of pure shock and confusion rushed through my veins, making my head spin. How on earth had that jewelry set gotten into my bedroom? I hadn't stepped foot near the western wing all afternoon, let alone entered Nyra's private quarters to steal her things. During my stunned silence, Nyra was quick to jump into the gap, wiping a fake tear from her cheek as she looked at Leon. "Leon, please, do not be too angry with her," Nyra said, her voice dripping with that sickening, patronizing sweetness. "Maybe Queen Elira didn't actually mean to steal it. She probably just borrowed it from my vanity because it was so beautiful and she wanted to try it on." "Borrowed it?" I protested against this, my voice rising as I finally found my tongue. "I have never even seen that jewelry set before today, Nyra. Do not dare stand there and accuse me of sneaking into your room." Leon didn't listen to a single word

Elira My breath hitched in my throat as I waited for Leon to speak, my hands clenching into tight balls under the mahogany table. Every single elder in the council room was staring at the king, waiting to see if he would really strip my title away and hand it to his mistress. Leon slowly lowered his hands from his temples, his blue eyes scanning the faces of the greedy nobles before finally landing on Lord Marcus. "The motion is dismissed," Leon surprises me by saying, his voice flat and final. "We're not rewriting the ancient laws of succession today, Marcus. Drop the subject and move to the next item on the agenda." I felt a wave of relief wash over me, my shoulders dropping as I stared at my husband in total disbelief. From across the table, Nyra's facial expression darkened considerably, her glossy lips twisting into a hideous, bitter scowl before she quickly wiped it away. Despite Leon's unchanging cold stares and the heavy distance between us, hope grew deep within my ches

Elira Even though I wanted to lock myself inside my room for the rest of the night, it was just the dinner that was over. The night was still young and a lot had to be done. Just not by me. The Red Moon festival was supposed to be my night. Instead, I stood on the sidelines while Nyra barked orders at the decorators and tasted the sauces. She handled everything, from the placement of the crimson banners to the final garnish on the platters. It was pathetic how hard she was trying to look the part. Around the main courtyard, the council members nodded in approval as they watched her flutter about. They knew what was happening here. They always knew. They looked right past me, their eyes sliding over to Nyra with silent agreement because they knew she was Leon's true mate. One of the visiting delegates from the northern territory walked up to Leon, his eyebrows pulled together in a tight frown. I stepped closer, pretending to adjust my sleeves just to hear what they were saying.