All Chapters of WHEN THE LUNA WALKS AWAY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

COURTNEYTwo weeks passed after Bryan left on the private jet. The mansion was quieter than a graveyard, and the heavy silence sat on my chest like a lead weight every single hour.My phone chimed with a reminder for my medical appointment. I had to head to the pack hospital to pick up my monthly routine medication. Three years ago, when both of Diego’s kidneys began failing due to a rare, toxic strain of wolfsbane poisoning, I didn't hesitate for even a second. The doctors said his body was rejecting standard shifter healing, and without a match, he would die. I was a direct match. I spent eight hours on an operating table, giving him one of my kidneys so he could live.Even now, my body required specialized routine drugs to keep my single kidney functioning smoothly without triggering organ rejection or complications.I drove back from the hospital holding the brown paper bag of medications on the passenger seat. As I turned down the long, tree-lined driveway of the pack estate, my

COURTNEYWhat had Diego and his mistress done to my son?They had manipulated a five-year-old child, fed him lies, and turned him completely against the only mother who had ever truly loved him. They took away his childhood, made him call another woman "Mommy," and then, the moment he fell gravely ill, they cast him aside like trash on the side of the road.I sat in my private office, staring at Bryan’s detailed medical file, my vision blurring behind a thick veil of tears. I had taken over his case completely, wiping his name from the general roster and assigning him directly to my care. I checked his medical records again and again, hoping for a miracle, but the diagnosis was undeniable.He had advanced bone marrow cancer. He desperately needed a bone marrow transplant surgery to survive.In wolf shifters, a bone marrow match requires a direct full-blooded sibling or a parent with a rare genetic alignment. Because my own system was altered from giving Diego my kidney years ago, my m

COURTNEYHe now kills anyhow. Oh, I forgot—he is the Alpha, and in the brutal hierarchy of our world, an Alpha is untouchable. The law of the packs protects him, the elders bow to him, and blood on his hands is just another Tuesday afternoon.My hands trembled so violently I could barely grasp my cell phone. I immediately dialed Lucas’s number. Ring... ring... ring...He did not answer.Panic surged through my chest, hot and suffocating. I am not in a romantic relationship with Lucas, but he had only ever shown me kindness, helped me build my hospital, and stood by my side when no one else would. I could not bear the thought of him going down—or losing everything—all because of me.Without thinking twice, I grabbed my coat, rushed out of the hospital, and got into my car."Drive me to the Silver Fang Pack," I ordered my driver, my voice strained and frantic.The journey was agonizing. As we crossed the border into Lucas’s territory, the devastation from Diego’s recent attack was sicke

COURTNEYI stood there, completely paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle. A strange, heavy cold spread through my veins, and I felt my blood stiffen as the horror of what Diego had done washed over me. The world around me spun violently, the lights in the hospital lobby blurring into jagged streaks of white. My knees buckled beneath me, and before I could hit the polished marble floor, darkness swallowed me whole.The next thing I knew, the sharp scent of ammonia stung my nostrils. The nurses had crowded around me, frantically trying to revive me, patting my face and loosening the collar of my white coat.When I finally regained consciousness, my eyes snapped open, and a ragged, broken sob tore straight from my chest. I started to cry uncontrollably for my son."Bryan... my baby..." I choked out, clutching at my chest as if I could physically hold my shattering heart together. "I already lost him once... I am not ready to lose him again. Not him... not my baby boy."And it wasn't

COURTNEYThe heavy metal door of the police cell slammed shut behind me with a chilling, metallic echo. I was taken away by the police, stripped of my white coat, my dignity, and my freedom, and thrown onto the cold concrete floor of a dark, damp holding cell.I uttered no words. I didn't scream, I didn't beg the guards, and I didn't shed a tear. My body felt numb, hollowed out by the sheer weight of the nightmare unfolding around me. But through the fog of exhaustion and defeat, one thing remained fiercely certain in my mind: I am not returning to Diego. I would rather rot in this concrete cage than crawl back to his bed."Prisoner in cell four! Your family is here to see you," a gruff police officer barked, rattling the iron bars with his baton.I sat up slowly, staring into the dark corner. "I have no family," I replied flatly, my voice hoarse.A few minutes later, heavy footsteps echoed down the concrete hallway. The officer unlocked the cell door and swung it open. Standing in th