All Chapters of His Dearly Beloved Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ Sylvia ~BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.The reminder on my smartwatch vibrates hard enough to make my wrist tingle.MEDICATION TIME.I pretend I don’t see it.Outside the cab window, the world slips past in streaks of green forests, quiet roads, and familiar mountains. Home. Or at least the place everyone insists on calling home.The watch vibrates again.MEDICATION TIME.“I heard you the first time,” I mumble.The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror before returning his attention to the road.With a sigh, I unzip my purse and reach for the orange prescription bottle that never leaves my side. The plastic is cool against my palm. I shake it once, listening to the tiny rattle inside.For some reason, that sound always calms me.Maybe because after eleven years it has become part of my heartbeat.The taxi bounces over a pothole.My fingers tighten instantly.If I dropped this bottle…No.I don’t even let myself finish the thought.I twist off the cap, tap two white tablets into my hand, an

I followed my mother into the sitting room. The space was exactly as polished as the rest of the mansion. Black berry-coloured sofas sat untouched beneath expensive abstract paintings, while fresh flowers brightened every corner without making the room feel any warmer. It looked like something from the cover of a luxury magazine rather than a place where people actually lived. She lowered herself gracefully onto one of the sofas as if she’d practised the movement a thousand times. I chose the one opposite her, sitting on the very edge of the cushion. Old habits died hard. A part of me will always want a clear path to the nearest exit. “You’ve lost weight,” she said after studying me with the same detached expression a doctor might use while examining a patient. “Are you eating enough?” “Yes.” “And your medication?” Her tone sharpened immediately. “You’ve been taking it exactly as prescribed?” “Twice a day.” My hand instinctively rested against my purse. “I haven’t missed

The dining room hadn’t changed. The chandelier above still spilt warm light across the polished table. Portraits of past Alphas watched from the walls, their painted eyes following every movement, and the dining table stretched nearly the length of the room, large enough for twenty people to gather around it. Tonight, only two seats were occupied. My mother sat with the same effortless elegance she carried everywhere, her posture flawless, her expression unreadable. Beside her, at the head of the table, sat Alpha Marcus. Time had been kinder to him than it had any right to be. Grey now threaded through his dark beard, but it only added to the quiet authority he carried. His suit fit like it had been made exclusively for him, and he didn’t have to raise his voice or even stand to remind everyone exactly who ruled this pack. Power clung to him as naturally as breathing. The conversation stopped the moment I stepped inside. Marcus looked up. Hi

~ Elias ~ “The projected numbers are encouraging, but I still think we should monitor another quarter before presenting them to the board.”Steven was still talking. I glanced at the dashboard clock before cutting the engine.“I didn’t ask what you think.” Silence. Then he whispered a quiet, “Understood.” “And next time, call me when there’s a problem. Not when you’re narrating your to-do list.” A nervous laugh crackled through the Bluetooth.“I’ll remember that.” “I expect you will.”I ended the call before he could apologise again. The estate stood before me exactly as it always had. Massive.Perfect.Cold enough to make a cemetery feel welcoming. The headlights washed over the marble entrance before fading as I stepped out of the car. Edmund was already making his way across the driveway. He’d probably heard the engine before I’d reached the gates. I tossed him my keys.“Mind parking it for me?” He caught them effortlessly.“Of course, Mr Elias.” I reached i

He only cared that our mate was finally here. Close enough to touch. And I was keeping us away from her. Keeping her away from us. The freezing water continued to pour over my skin, but the fire inside me refused to die. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was. With a frustrated groan, I shut off the shower. Silence settled over the bathroom, broken only by the steady drip of water hitting the floor. My clothes hung heavily against my body. I peeled them off one piece at a time, letting the soaked fabric fall into a heap beside my feet. When I looked up, my reflection stared back from the mirror. Bright gold flashed across my eyes before fading. Too close. My wolf was far too close to the surface. “Pull yourself together,” I muttered. He answered with a growl. Years of restraint. Years of denying what fate had chosen for us had made him feral. But now that Sylvia was back…he wanted her. Every instinct kept screaming the same thing. Go. Find her. Claim her. I met my