All Chapters of His Mate, But Not His Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lysera — POVI forced myself to finish the food.My body rebelled with every bite. My stomach cramped, my throat tightened, my wolf remained eerily silent—but I did not stop. I shoveled the food into my mouth with shaking fingers, chewing mechanically, swallowing against the burn rising up my esophagus.I didn’t know when I would be fed again. Would I even be allowed to eat while with this alpha Samuel?That thought alone kept me going.I drank the water greedily, gulping it down until it spilled from the corners of my mouth and soaked into the blanket. When the cup was empty, I scraped the last drops with trembling fingers and licked them off without thinking.Only when the tray was bare did I stop. My hands shook violently as I set it aside.I barely had time to breathe before footsteps returned.My muscles locked instantly.The door opened, and the same maid from before stepped in—her lips already curled in familiar distaste. Behind her followed several other women, arms filled wit

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Lysera Alpha Samuel guided me onto the floor with a possessive hand at my waist, his palm warm and heavy, as if he were reminding me, constantly, that I belonged where he put me. The orchestra swelled, slow and indulgent, and the dancers fell into pairs around us. Silk brushed silk. Laughter drifted. Glass chimed.I tried to keep my movements small, maintaining as much distance between our bodies as the dance would allow. Alpha Samuel was having none of it.His hand slid lower than courtesy allowed, fingers pressing into the curve of my hip, then drifting back up as if by accident. Each time I stiffened, he chuckled softly, drawing me closer, his breath grazing my ear.“Relax,” he murmured. “You’re wound too tight.”I swallowed and stared over his shoulder, counting the lights, the banners, anything that wasn’t the way his thumb traced slow, suggestive circles through the fabric of my gown. My skin crawled. I shifted uncontrollably while also being careful not to make a scene.He tig

Lysera Panic hit me all at once the second Isyra disappeared back into the hall, a sick certainty curled in my gut. I didn’t trust that she hadn’t already slipped back inside, tears ready, lies sharpened to cry to whoever cared to listen that I attacked her.I couldn’t stay out here.I gathered my skirts with trembling fingers and hurried back toward the doors, my heart thudding hard enough to hurt. Every step felt like running toward a blade, but standing still felt worse.The music swelled again as I pushed the doors open. The ball was still very much alive.Laughter rippled through the hall. Glasses clinked. Couples spun lazily across the floor beneath the chandeliers, silk and velvet catching the light. If anything had happened, it hadn’t reached the crowd yet.My eyes roamed around the ball and found them instantly.Henry stood near the head table, tall and commanding as always. Isyra was pressed against his side again, one hand resting lightly on his arm, her posture soft, ador

Author’s POVIsyra woke to silence.Not the soft, companionable quiet she was used to, but a hollow stillness that pressed in on her chest. Pale morning light slipped through the curtains, stretching thin lines across the floor and the edge of the bed.She lay still for a moment, staring at the canopy above her.She did not need to reach for the other side to know that Henry was not there. He did not return last night and he rushed out, leaving her on the floor.His side of the bed was cold and untouched. The absence landed harder than last night’s shouting, harder than the shove, harder than the flash of fear she had not yet allowed herself to name.Slowly, she pushed herself upright.A knock sounded at the door. Before she could answer, it opened.Madam Joyce entered first, flanked by two maids. She was young for a head maid—sharp-eyed, straight-backed, her posture immaculate in a way that spoke of careful ambition rather than long years of service. Henry had chosen her himself aft