All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elder Matthias bowed his head lower. “Alpha, forgive me. I do not hate Isyra. I am happy to see her stand beside you. I accept her as my Luna. I only urge caution. This decision must not be made in haste. Nor should you allow pressure from the pack or from Monroe to force your hand.” Henry’s finger

Lysera My mother rushed forward at once. She dropped beside my father, her knees hitting the dirt as she grabbed his arm, her voice breaking into frantic sobs. “Alpha, please!” she cried. “Forgive him! He speaks from grief. We have lost a grandchild. Our daughter is suffering. We are not ourselves

“Please—” I started, but the word died in my throat. They hauled me upright and shoved me toward the bed. My knees hit the mattress hard and I was forced down onto my back. My back screamed in protest as torn skin met fabric, the agony ripping a gasp from my lungs. I tried to curl inward, instinct

Lysera I woke to the sound of wheels. At first, I thought I was imagining it because my mind was still fogged from hunger and pain, but the sound came again. A soft, uneven roll against the floor. Rubber against stone. My stomach clenched painfully. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t drunk anything since

Author’s POV Isyra stood by the tall window, fingers resting lightly against the glass as she looked down at the courtyard below. Maids hurried back and forth in neat lines, arms full of fabric bolts, garlands, and polished trays. Florists argued softly over arrangements while servants measured di