All Chapters of LUNE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ver marriage ceremony had concluded with an air of finality. As the guests dispersed, Lune felt the overwhelming weight of what was to come pressing down on her. The vows had been spoken, the ritual complete, and now, the next step was unavoidable. She was to move in with Arlo, her new husband, and her life was about to change forever.Outside, Marcus, Arlo’s Beta and most trusted right-hand man, waited beside a sleek, black car. It was polished and imposing, a stark reminder that everything had been carefully planned and prepared. Marcus, ever watchful, leaned against the car with a calm yet authoritative presence. He was here to ensure the transition was smooth, but his eyes lingered on Lune, knowing the weight of this moment for her.Lune turned to her parents, her heart aching. Her father smiled, trying to reassure her, but the tension in his expression betrayed his unease. Her mother, holding back tears, wrapped her in a long, tight embrace."Stay strong, Lune," her mother whispe

Dinner concluded in a slow, quiet procession. The weight of their conversation hung in the air, and though Lune tried to focus on the remaining bits of her meal, her mind was elsewhere. Every time Arlo’s eyes met hers, a subtle intensity passed between them, making her heart race just a little faster. She still didn’t know what to make of him—this powerful, mysterious man who had taken her from the life she knew and drawn her into his world. Arlo stood first, pushing back his chair with a fluid, graceful motion. “Shall we?” he asked, extending his hand toward her. Lune hesitated for just a moment before nodding, placing her hand in his. His touch was warm, his grip firm yet gentle as he helped her up from her chair. The maids appeared from the shadows, clearing the table swiftly and efficiently, but Lune barely noticed them. Her thoughts were consumed by what came next. As they began the short walk from the dining hall toward their shared room, Lune’s nerves flared. The halls see

Sybil smiled warmly as she settled into the chair, her eyes studying Lune carefully. After a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice gentle but filled with purpose. “Lune, there’s something important I need to tell you about our family traditions,” she began. Lune looked at her, curious. “You see, the wedding you had, the one with your family, was only the first part of our customs. In our family, we always have two wedding ceremonies—one for each side. The first was for your family, a way to honor where you came from, but the second… well, that one is for Arlo’s family, and it’s much more public.” Lune blinked, taking in her words. “Another wedding ceremony?” she repeated, surprised. Sybil nodded. “Yes, dear. It’s our way of fully uniting two families, ensuring that both are respected. The first ceremony is more private, but the second… it’s where the world will know. It’s an extravagant affair, filled with guests from all corners, and it’s Arlo’s way of introducing you to the w

Lune stood still, taking in everything Arlo was saying, but it was all happening so fast. Words like “second wedding,” “Luna,” and “recognized by all werewolves” swirled around her mind, making her feel disoriented. She watched as Arlo paced, clearly frustrated and weighed down by his guilt, but the more he said, the more confused she felt.When he finally paused, looking at her with those deep, regret-filled eyes, Lune took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. Everything about this new life was so foreign to her, and now Arlo was throwing more information at her that she hadn’t even begun to process. She knew he was trying to explain, trying to make things right, but it was too much all at once.“Arlo,” she said gently, her voice calm but firm. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, stopping his pacing. “Please, slow down. I… I don’t fully understand what you’re trying to say.”He looked at her, his expression a mix of concern and guilt.“I know you’re upset, and I ge

Till the first rays of dawn crept into Lune's room, filtering through the curtains and casting a soft golden glow, she slowly stirred from her sleep. The events of the previous night flooded back into her mind like a tide rushing in—each detail as vivid as the sunlight illuminating her surroundings. She blinked at the ceiling, the familiarity of her room contrasting sharply with the surreal revelations she had received. Lune sat up, rubbing her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Her heart still raced from the weight of what she had learned. Werewolves. Mating bonds. Arlo, who had been watching over her since her birth. The words echoed in her mind, each repetition amplifying her disbelief. How could all of this be true? It felt like something out of a fantastical novel rather than her reality. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Lune planted her feet on the cool floor, grounding herself in the moment. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh morning air ting