All Chapters of Not ready to be a Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Charlotte POV "Hazel, are you ready for the party tonight?" I asked, excitement bubbling in my voice as I finished getting ready in front of the mirror.Hazel emerged from her room, a bright smile lighting up her face. "Absolutely, Charlotte! I've been looking forward to it all week."I grinned, feeling a rush of anticipation at the thought of a night out with my friend. "It's going to be so much fun. I can't wait to let loose and dance the night away."Hazel chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You and me both! But first, we need to make sure everything's sorted for the little ones."I nodded in agreement, knowing that our mates would be more than capable of looking after the children for the evening. "I'm sure Alexander and Fenris will do just fine. They love spending time with the kids."Hazel's smile softened with affection. "They do, don't they? It's nice to have partners who are so involved and supportive."I nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of gratitude for the bon

Charlotte POV As I made my way through the bustling pack grounds, the sun shining brightly overhead, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of apprehension that gnawed at my insides. Today was the day I would finally meet Ariana, the alpha's daughter, a pivotal moment that had been looming on the horizon since my arrival in the pack.As I approached the meeting spot, I could see Ariana standing a few yards away, her posture rigid and her expression guarded. She was surrounded by a group of her friends, their laughter ringing out like a challenge in the air.Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I squared my shoulders and approached her, determined to face whatever reaction she had in store for me. As I drew nearer, Ariana's gaze flicked in my direction, her eyes narrowing in suspicion."Charlotte," she greeted me, her tone cool and distant."Ariana," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the knots of anxiety that twisted in my stomach.For a moment, silence hung between

Alex POVAs Charlotte and I wandered through the woods, the tranquility of nature surrounded us, casting a soothing spell over our senses. The sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, dappling the forest floor with patches of golden light as we walked hand in hand, lost in our own world.With each step, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, the stresses of daily life fading into the background as I focused on the woman beside me. Charlotte's presence was a balm to my soul, her warmth and love wrapping around me like a protective cloak as we ventured deeper into the heart of the forest.As we walked, the silence between us felt comfortable, a testament to the depth of our connection. But eventually, the quiet was broken by the sound of Charlotte's voice, drawing me out of my reverie."Alexander," she said softly, her voice carrying on the gentle breeze. "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."I turned to look at her, curiosity sparking in my eyes. "What is it,

Charlotte POV I walked briskly down the hallway of our cozy home, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming art exhibition. The pressure and excitement intertwined within me, creating a whirlwind of emotions. As I turned the corner, I almost collided with Hazel, who seemed equally lost in her own thoughts."Oh, Charlotte, I'm so sorry," Hazel exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. "I didn't see you there."I forced a smile, trying to brush off the near collision. "No worries, Hazel. I was lost in my own world too."Hazel's brows furrowed slightly as she studied my face. "Is everything okay, Charlotte? You seem a bit... distant."I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to share my concerns. But the weight of my thoughts compelled me to open up to my dear friend. "To be honest, Hazel, I'm feeling overwhelmed with the exhibition. The pressure to create something exceptional is starting to take its toll on me."Hazel's expression softened, and she placed a comforting han

Charlotte POV I buzzed with excitement as I prepared for the pack party, my heart filled with a mix of joy and gratitude. Our home was adorned with colorful decorations, and the enticing aroma of freshly baked treats filled the air. Alexander, my partner and fellow artist, was busy setting up a playlist of upbeat music, adding to the festive atmosphere.As I arranged the final touches, I couldn't help but reflect on our journey since our first exhibition. The growth we had experienced, both as individuals and as a pack, was remarkable. This party was more than just a celebration—it was a testament to the bond we had forged and the creative energy that flowed through our pack.Soon, the sound of laughter and the chatter of my fellow pack members filled the space. They arrived one by one, their presence bringing warmth and excitement into our home. The room became a vibrant tapestry of conversations, clinking glasses, and the harmonious blend of laughter and music. Our artworks adorned