All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Author pov For a heartbeat, Isyra did not breathe. Then her eyes went fully silver. “How dare you,” she hissed. She stepped forward, voice trembling—not with weakness, but with barely leashed rage. “How dare you speak of my loss as though it disqualifies me.” She lifted her chin. “Henry lies bl

Author’s POV Silence settled over Henry’s office like a held breath. The echo of Monroe’s slap still seemed to linger in the air, sharp and invisible, vibrating against the stone walls long after the sound itself had died. Isyra stood where she was, one hand pressed to her burning cheek, eyes unfo

Author’s POV Harlow sat in the far corner of his room in the pack house, the chair creaking softly beneath his weight each time he shifted. The room was dim, curtains drawn tight against the outside world, the only light coming from a single oil lamp near the bed. Its flame flickered weakly, throwi

Author’s POV The throne room had been arranged like a stage for submission. Isyra sat in the Luna’s chair, spine straight, chin lifted, fingers resting too confidently on the carved armrests. The chair stood three steps above the floor, elevated deliberately, a silent declaration that she believed

Lysera The darkness had weight. It pressed against my skin like damp cloth, clung to my lungs every time I breathed, settled so deep into my bones that I no longer remembered what true warmth felt like. There was no window in the second pack house. No slit for light. No crack generous enough to le