All Chapters of My Alpha Rejected Me Then Discovered I was Billionaire Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nora’s POVElder Morrison's office smelled like old leather and burnt coffee. The morning light came through the tall window behind his desk and landed on the divorce papers spread out between us like a line drawn in the sand.I sat down. I picked up the pen. And I signed.No tears. No trembling. No dramatic pause. I just wrote my name on every line, page after page, steady and clear, like I was signing a receipt at a grocery store.I could feel Damien behind me. He stood by the window with his arms crossed and his shoulders tight. He was watching me. Waiting. I knew exactly what he expected. He expected me to break. To cry. To throw the pen across the room and beg him to reconsider.I signed the last page and set the pen down.Elder Morrison adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. He looked uncomfortable, the way people look when they know they're standing in the middle of someone else's wreckage."The pack's divorce law requires a mandatory one month waiting period before the d

Nora’s POVI came back to the house after lunch to pack the last of my winter clothes and the box of my mother's things I kept in the hallway closet.What I found when I pulled into the driveway made me slam the brakes so hard the tires screamed.Everything I owned was on the front lawn.My books were scattered across the wet grass, pages curling in the rain that had started twenty minutes ago. My shoes were dumped in a pile near the porch steps. My winter coat was hanging off a bush like someone had thrown it from the second floor window. The cardboard box with my mother's things was sitting in a puddle, soaked through, and the framed photo of my parents on their wedding day was lying face down in the mud. The glass was cracked right down the middle, a clean split that ran through both their smiling faces.I turned off the engine and sat there for a moment. Just sat there. Staring at my entire life tossed across a yard like trash day at a flea market.Something inside me went very, v

Nora's POVThe main hall was already packed by the time I got there.Every pack member who could walk had crowded near the big windows, whispering, craning their necks to see the gate. I stayed near the back, half hidden behind a stone pillar, my heart still slamming against my ribs like it was trying to break free and run to him on its own.Damien stood at the front with Elder Morrison and two of his senior warriors. Rachel was right beside him, of course, her hand resting on his arm like she'd been glued there. Her eyes were sharp today. No trembling lip. No wounded look. Just quiet, careful calculation."Open the gate," Damien said. "Let's see what Blackridge wants."The big iron gates groaned open, and there he was.I had heard his voice for two years. I had imagined his face a hundred different ways lying awake at night. Nothing I imagined came close.Kade Parker was tall, taller than Damien, with the kind of quiet stillness that made a whole yard go silent without him saying a w

Kade's POVI've faced down rogue packs. I've stared down Alphas twice my size who wanted my land and weren't shy about saying so. None of that put a knot in my chest the way Damien's voice did, standing in that doorway like he owned the air in the room.Because in a way, he did. This was his territory. His barn, his pack, his wife technically, for another twenty-three days anyway, on paper if nowhere else.I didn't move my hand off Nora's jaw right away. That was on purpose. Let him see it. Let him sit with it a second before I gave him anything."Damien." I kept my voice easy, almost bored, the way you talk to a man you don't consider a threat. It gets under their skin faster than a growl ever does. "Didn't realize the fences got quite this bad. I could hear you from thirty feet."His eyes cut to me, then back to Nora, then back to me. I watched him do the math the hand on her face, the barn, the hour, all of it and I watched the numbers land wrong for him."You," he said, low. "You

POVThe howl came from my own throat before I even decided to let it out.I don't do that. Haven't in years — not since I was young and still learning to keep the wolf on a leash instead of the other way around. But standing outside the main house, watching Rachel come hurrying across the yard from the direction of the guest quarters with her cane clicking twice as fast as it should for a woman who supposedly can't run, something in me just came loose."Damien." She reached me, breathless, hand pressed to her chest. "What's wrong?""You tell me." My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. "Where were you?""I told you, I heard a scream, I went to check on—""I heard the howl I just let out echo off my own barn," I said. "I didn't hear a scream. Not from here, not from the house, not from anywhere on this property tonight. So try again, Rachel. Where were you?"Something flickered behind her eyes. Quick. Gone before I could really look at it. She's good at that — I've noticed it mor