Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Damon's Unwanted Luna: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Rachel's POV The dress was heavy. Not just in weight, but in meaning. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the fitting room, my fingers trailing over the intricate embroidery on the bodice. It was nothing like the simple, understated dress Alpha Damon had probably expected me to choose. This dress had presence. It had a voice. And so did I. "That's the one," Francine said confidently from behind me. I turned to look at her reflection in the mirror. "You think so?" "I know so." She grinned. "I saw the look on your face when you put it on. That's how you know." I pressed my lips together. She wasn't wrong. The moment I had slipped into the dress, I had felt something settle inside me. A decision. A quiet kind of defiance. Was it petty? Maybe. But in a life where I had little control, this - this was mine. The store manager clapped her hands together, her professional smile returning in full force now that a decision had been made. "Wonderful choice, M

Damon's POV The silence in my office was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. It was late, but sleep felt like a distant luxury. My mind was still replaying the events of the day, the tension simmering beneath my skin. I still couldn't get the thought of the dress that Rachel had chosen out of my head. Not the simple, understated one I would have expected, but something that, I was sure, carried a message. She wasn't trying to defy me openly - she was smarter than that. But this was a statement. A subtle rebellion. A test of how much control she could carve out for herself. I leaned back in my chair, fingers pressing against my temple. I should have ignored it. I should have let it go. But it was her. Rachel had been an afterthought in this arrangement. A piece in a game that had nothing to do with emotions, and yet... she was starting to take up space in my mind, more than I wanted her to. That wasn't acceptable. A sharp knock at the

Damon's POV The moment I stepped into my office, I knew something was off. Maya was already there, perched on the edge of my desk, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She had a way of making herself comfortable in my space, even when I hadn't invited her in. "You're brooding," she said, tilting her head as I shut the door behind me. "And before you deny it, just know that I can tell when something is on your mind." I sighed, walking past her to sit in my chair. "I don't have time for this, Maya." "You never do," she replied, her voice light but laced with something else. A challenge. I ignored her, but she didn't take the hint. "It's about Rachel, isn't it?" She leaned forward slightly, watching me closely. "She didn't pick the dress you wanted, did she?" My jaw tightened. Of course Maya knew. She had a way of keeping tabs on things that didn't concern her. "No, she didn't," I admitted, my voice even. "But it doesn't matter." Maya let out a quiet laugh. "Do

Damon's POV I should have felt satisfied. Everything was moving according to plan. The wedding was set. Security was handled. In just two days, Rachel would officially be my Luna. And yet, as I sat in my office, staring at the finalized arrangements spread across my desk, an unfamiliar sensation gnawed at me. Unease. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. This was what needed to be done. It was what was best for the pack, for stability. Rachel had proven herself capable, and even if she hasn't been my choice, she was learning to adapt. Learning to survive. And that, I could respect. But that was just it - she wasn't my choice. And the longer I thought about it, the more I realized that something about that bothered me in a way it hadn't before. I ran a hand down my face, my jaw tightening. Why now? Why, after everything, did this feel... wrong? The logical part of me argued that this was simply a matter of control. The decision had been made for me - b

Rachel's POV The estate was a flurry of activity as the final wedding preparations fell into place. I stood near the window of my temporary room in the pack house, watching as cars arrived one after another, filling the circular driveway below. Guests - some high ranking wolves from neighboring packs, others influential figures from Arkwood Valley - stepped out, dressed in their finest. It was happening. The wedding was actually happening. Francine had already helped me get ready earlier, her excitement in stark contrast to my own lack of enthusiasm. I had let her fuss over my hair and adjust the final details of my gown, but my mind had been elsewhere. Now, standing alone and watching the guests arrive, I finally had a moment to breathe - to process what all of this really meant. Damon and I were being bound together for reasons neither of us had chosen. My father had forced me into this arrangement for our family's survival, while Damon's father had done the same to secu