All Chapters of The Forgotten Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JossI barely noticed the music anymore.The party was still going on around me, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.Arielle was standing with Tori on the other side of the ballroom.Clare was nearby.And I was caught between them.I had spent the last few minutes trying to convince myself that there had to be another way.Some way to keep this from becoming what I knew it would become.But there wasn’t.A hand landed on my shoulder.I turned.Carlos.“We need to talk.”I nodded.Carlos glanced around the room before lowering his voice.“You need to tell your pack.”My stomach tightened.“About Clare?”He nodded.“Yes.”“I was going to.”“When?”I didn’t answer.Carlos sighed.“Joss, your pack deserves to know.”“I know.”“They’re celebrating tonight. They’re happy. They trust you.”“I know.”“Then you owe them the truth.”I looked toward Arielle.She was talking quietly with Tori.Her face was still pale.She looked nothing like the woman who had been laughing only an hour ago.

ClareI watched Joss walk away from me.No.Not away from me.Toward her.Arielle.My jaw tightened as I watched him cross the ballroom.He didn’t hesitate.The moment he saw her upset, everything else ceased to matter.The conversations around him.The pack members watching.Even me.All that mattered was Arielle.I hated it.I hated the way his expression softened when he looked at her.I hated the concern in his eyes.I hated the way he reached for her hands as though he couldn’t stand seeing her hurt.And most of all…I hated how naturally she allowed him to comfort her.She didn’t have to fight for his attention.She didn’t have to ask for it.She already had it.Four years of it.I watched as Joss stood in front of her, speaking quietly.Arielle eventually pulled her hands away.For one brief moment, I felt hopeful.Maybe she was angry enough to push him away.Maybe she would make things easier for me.Then Tori stepped in.Of course she did.She wrapped her arms around Arielle

ArielleI couldn’t stop crying.Hours had passed since the party ended, but it felt like only minutes since Joss had looked at me and told me the words that had shattered everything.She’s my second fated mate.I sat curled up on the edge of the bed in the guest room, my knees pulled against my chest and my face buried in my hands.This was my home.My bedroom was only a few doors away.Our bedroom.The room where Joss and I had spent four years together.The room where we had laughed, kissed, argued, made up, and whispered our dreams to each other late into the night.But I couldn’t go back there.Not tonight.I couldn’t lie beside him knowing there was another woman somewhere in our pack who was also his mate.A soft knock came at the door.I didn’t answer.The door opened anyway.Joss stepped inside.His shirt was slightly wrinkled, his hair messy, and the exhaustion on his face matched what I felt inside.He closed the door behind him.“Arielle.”I looked away.He crossed the room

ClareI had done it.I was inside.Not visiting.Not standing outside the door waiting for Joss to acknowledge me.I was living under the same roof as my mate.It should have felt like a victory.Instead, I couldn’t stop thinking about Arielle.She had moved into the guest room.Because of me.I should have felt guilty.Perhaps a small part of me did.But the stronger part of me felt relieved.For the first time since discovering Joss was my mate, I wasn’t watching him from a distance.I was here.In his home.In his life.And I intended to stay.I walked into the kitchen the following morning to find Joss standing at the counter, staring into a cup of coffee.He looked exhausted.His shoulders were tense.His eyes were fixed on the hallway.I knew exactly what he was thinking about.Arielle.I poured myself a cup of coffee.“You didn’t sleep much.”He glanced at me.“No.”“Because of Arielle?”His jaw tightened.“Yes.”I took a sip.“I knew she would be upset.”“She’s not just upset,

JossI had never felt so exhausted.I sat across from Clare at the dining table, barely touching my food.My mind kept returning to Arielle.She had barely spoken to me all day.And when she had, there had been something different in her eyes.Hurt.Disappointment.Distance.I hated knowing I was the reason for it.Clare took another bite of her dinner.I studied her for a moment.I realised something.I knew almost nothing about her.I knew she was from Golden Fern Pack.I knew she was my second fated mate.I knew the bond between us existed.But I didn’t know her.And if she was going to be living under my roof, perhaps I needed to change that.“So,” I said quietly, “tell me about your life in Golden Fern.”She looked up.“What do you want to know?”“Anything.”She smiled.“I grew up there.”“I know that.”“My parents still live there.”“Are you close to them?”She nodded.“Very.”I waited.“What did you do in the pack?”Her brow furrowed.“What do you mean?”“What was your role?”“