All Chapters of The Human Luna's Goodbye: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara's POVHis reached out and gripped my chin "What the hell are you talking about?"I let the scent still clinging faintly to his skin settle over me one more time—sharp, floral, humiliating. It had been there the whole night, long before he'd ever touched me.I was done.However, his hand came up along my jaw again, the same way it had earlier, before I'd stopped him—like the argument itself had rebooted some old habit of his, the one where every disagreement between us ended the exact same way. He leaned in.I turned my face away."Orion. No.""Elara." His voice dropped low, certain."You are my wife, my partner, and you have no right to refuse your Alpha."I put my hand against his chest again, firmer this time. "I'm not doing this. Not tonight. Maybe not ever again."He went angry.Then he raised his hand and gripped my wrist tightly, about to tear off my thin nightgown.Then his phone rang.The sound of a little girl crying pierced the quiet of the room, followed by Celeste's p

Elara's POVI stood in the entryway of the Alpha Mansion and took one long look around.Five years. And all it had left me with was this crushing weight on my chest.Today was the day I got my daughter out of here.After breakfast, I packed what I needed and left Mia with Grace—one of the house staff I actually trusted—then drove into the city to see a property agent.By noon, I had signed a lease on a furnished apartment in the heart of Newland, three kilometers from the Memorial Hospital. Walking distance on a good day, easy access on a bad one.That afternoon, Mia and I moved in.We spent the night settling in. The next morning, I took the full five million dollars and drove back to Dr. Landon.The apartment had cost eight hundred thousand, and that had come from my own savings—money that had nothing to do with Orion. The remaining balance was everything Victoria had advanced me.I told Dr. Landon I'd pay whatever it took to get that match back. I told him if the hospital redirecte

Elara's POVFor the first time in five years, I arrived at the White Moon Estate not as the help, but as a guest.I wore a black Dior dress. For Mia, I put her in the Elsa gown she never got tired of.We stood in front of the full-length mirror together, and I looked at her—round cheeks, pale gold hair—and thought she was a thousand times lovelier than any fairy-tale princess.Margaret had called it a themed cocktail event. I wanted Mia to feel comfortable enough to play with the other children.As for me—the designer dress was my last courtesy to Margaret. The final gesture. After today, I was done dressing for her approval.Celeste was there. I hadn't expected that.Wasn't her daughter supposed to be dangerously ill? Funny how that maternal devotion had a convenient off switch.I walked Mia through the entrance and into the main hall.The most prominent couch was already occupied—a dozen or so ladies from the smaller packs were clustered around Margaret and Veronica, competing for a

Elara's POVI don't remember walking to Lily's room.I only remember pushing the door open.Orion was standing by the window. Margaret sat on the edge of the bed, Lily's hand in both of hers. Veronica was dabbing at Celeste's eyes.Warm. Tender. A picture-perfect family portrait.The room went white for a second. I swayed on my feet.Orion looked up and registered my face, surprised."What are you doing here?"There it was again—that note of irritation, pulled straight from a script he'd been running on autopilot. "How many times have I told you to stop following me?"I turned my head slowly and let my gaze settle on him. All of him. That face I had loved through everything.Why did he look like a stranger to me now?My hand found the water glass on the nightstand without thinking. I only registered the sound: a clean, sharp crack as it hit the floor near his feet, water spreading across the tile.Every head in the room turned to me."The marrow." My voice surprised me. Steady. Comple

Orion's POVInside me, Ares stirred. Not the low, restless stirring I was used to—this was something louder, something with teeth in it. A sound that wasn't quite a growl and wasn't quite grief but lived somewhere between the two."She is not coming back," he said. "You have broken her. That is what a broken mate looks like, Orion—not tears, not shouting. That is it. That empty face she wore when she handed you those papers. That was it.""You don't know that," I said."I do." He was brutal about it, the way he always was when he had run out of patience for my certainty. "I have always known. You are the one who chose not to see it."I sat in the quiet of Mia's room and tried to locate something to hold onto."I didn't know the marrow belonged to Mia," I said, out loud, because the accusation had been sitting in my chest since Elara first said it and I needed to hear my own defense."Raymond told me a donor had been identified for another child. That was all he said. He didn't tell me