All Chapters of Refusing To Be His Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Corie POV:I sat in front of the vanity mirror, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.The reflection staring back at me was the most beautiful version of myself in twenty years.The white wedding gown, off-the-shoulder with long sleeves, was simple yet breathtaking.My best friend, Linda, was applying the final touches with her makeup brush.I stole another glance at the door—lost count of how many times my eyes had strayed there.Still, Kent hadn’t shown up."Corie, you are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," Linda sighed, her eyes beaming."And you're marrying our insanely handsome Alpha. Do you have any idea how many girls in this pack are dying to be you right now?"My smile widened, though a tiny flicker of unease danced in my chest."Why hasn't he shown up yet? Not even a call."Linda smirked, nudging my shoulder. "Did you guys sneak out for a midnight quickie or something?"I pressed my lips together, fighting off a blush."No."Last night, he had pressed me into t

Corie POV:I returned to my rented cottage, staring at the ceiling and not sleeping a single wink all night.When I dragged myself up early the next morning, my head throbbed with a dizzying, sickening ache.I pressed a palm to my forehead—I was burning up with fever.Every tiny movement pulled at the shredded soles of my feet, swollen and radiating waves of raw heat.I crammed a few essential pieces of clothing into a duffel bag, then ruthlessly swept the remaining clutter of my past life straight into trash bags, piling them by the door to be thrown away.The front door suddenly swung open, and Kent rushed inside, his breathing uneven."Corie, why the hell didn't you answer my calls?"A jolt went through me, and the glass in my grip slipped, shattering into a sharp burst of shards across the floor.I cast an icy glance at him, fetched a small trash can, and picked up the broken glass piece by piece.He crossed the room in two strides and crouched beside me."Let me do that.""No need

Kent POV:I watched Corie shut the door behind her, my limbs frozen, making no move to stop her.I knew her stubborn heart all too well.Though small and frail, she carried a fierce, unyielding pride that ran deeper than anyone in this pack realized.Besides... after what I did last night, I knew I had shredded her world to pieces.My mind went completely blank for a moment, hollowed out by a strange, creeping dread, until my gaze settled on the coffee table.Wait—A picture frame had always rested there.Now it was gone.Her books on the shelf—gone.Her personal items and clothes—all stripped away.A few trash bags were piled up by the door.I yanked them open; sure enough, everything was dumped inside.I picked up the picture frame and set it back on the coffee table.In the photo, Corie was leaning into my chest, flashing a peace sign at the camera with a brilliant, glowing smilethat used to light up my darkest days.A sudden thought flashed through my mind, sending a cold shiver st

Corie POV：I had been staying at Maeve's cabin for a few days now.Thanks to the medicinal broth she made for me every day, my body had recovered significantly.Even Mia was able to stay active twice as long as she usually could.I didn't sit around idling, either.Every day, I helped Meave tidy up the cabin and take care of her herbs—Washing, drying, and prepping whatever she brought back from the woods.Following her precise instructions, I boiled them into bitter brews or mashed them into healing pastes.As it turned out, Maeve was an exceptionally renowned Healer.Every morning at dawn, a line of patients would already be forming outside the log cabin.Some waited in silent agony; others screamed from unbearable pain.To help out, I started asking each person where it hurt, jotting down their symptoms on little slips of paper beforehand.With just one quick glance at my notes, Maeve knew exactly how to treat them.That afternoon, after sending off the last patient, Maeve rubbed he

Corie POV：Going down the mountain was infinitely harder than climbing up.Especially with a man so much taller and heavier than me leaning almost his entire weight on my shoulder.Every single step was an agonizing struggle.For him, this agonizing shuffle through the rough terrain was pure hell.He was far from having just one injury.The massive gash on his shoulder hadn't been properly bandaged, and the fresh herbs I had applied earlier had already slipped off.The wound was bleeding out at an alarming rate again.His breath was coming in heavy, ragged hitches, yet he kept straining with everything he had, desperately trying to lighten the crushing drag on my small frame.Even though blinding pain drenched him in cold sweat, he didn't utter a single groan.I tightened my grip around his waist, forcing more power into my aching arm.We were both pushed way past our absolute limits.I managed to guide him over to a wide tree stump and eased him down against it."I'm sorry," I panted,