All Chapters of The Alpha's Lost Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

People adjusted faster than Eira expected.That was the worst part.For maybe two days the pack house buzzed with whispers every time she passed through a corridor. Servants lowered their voices when she entered rooms. Guards watched her a little too carefully. Even kitchen workers turned to look whenever her name came up.Then slowly, almost cruelly, it settled.The story became simpler.Cleaner.Easier for everyone to swallow.She had been something temporary to the Alpha heir, a distraction he entertained before finally accepting reality and moving on. That version fit neatly into the order of things. It protected the image of the future Alpha. More importantly, it protected him from Ethan’s scrutiny.So Eira let people believe it.She never corrected anyone.Never defended herself.Every rumor that painted her as unimportant made Evren safer.That should have made it easier to endure.Instead it somehow made everything worse.Nobody treated her badly. If anything, most people rema

Embermoon was always cold. Not the sharp kind that bit into skin the second you stepped outside, but the kind that settled slowly into everything around you until it became part of the way you moved, breathed, and slept. Stone walls held it. Floors carried it through bare feet. Even with fires burning through the night and heavy furs draped across every chair and bed, the cold always found somewhere to linger.Eira had stopped noticing it as much after arriving.At least she thought she had.Lately, though, the cold felt different. Not heavier exactly, just restless somehow. The entire pack house had shifted over the past few days. Servants moved faster through the halls carrying folded fabrics and trays of polished silver, voices lower but more excited beneath the constant movement. Places that had once looked plain now held dark banners threaded with silver stitching, draped carefully over rails and stone archways.Everything felt prepared for something.The Alpha heir’s future Lun

They moved like that for a few seconds too long.Then he clicked his tongue at the mule, straightening the cart."Suit yourself."But he didn't leave immediately. He stayed just ahead, slow, close enough that she could still hear the wheel dragging, close enough that she didn't let go of the knife.Only when the sound finally faded did she loosen her grip.By the third day, her body had stopped pretending it was fine.Every step hurt differently. Her shoulders burned from carrying too much for too long, and sleep barely settled anything. She stopped wherever she could, under trees, beside rocks, once inside the hollow of something rotting sweet enough to make her nose wrinkle.Even with her eyes closed, every sound stayed too close.Food became harder to ignore.At first she picked what she knew, berries, roots, whatever looked familiar enough.Then her body turned on her.The first ti

If Eira did not have a suitor, something was wrong.Because she was beautiful in a way that intrigued people. She had soft eyes, a calm voice, graceful hands, and the kind of patience that made others lower theirs without realizing it. She knew when silence was wiser, though she would never stand there and let someone trample over her.Men noticed that.Back in Featherwaters they had noticed too, they had simply stayed away because Evren existed. Who would dare openly pursue the woman constantly scented by one of Featherwaters’ most feared commanders?Later, after mating, it became truly hopeless. Vanilla wrapped permanently with deep cocoa. Claimed, owned, finished. No sane man touched what belonged to Commander Evren.Highbranch apparently had less sense.These men saw a single omega with a swollen stomach and somehow became more determined instead of less. Maybe widowed. Maybe abandoned. Maybe escaped from somewhere

While Eira screamed through labor and war raged outside Highbranch’s walls, AJ began quietly preparing for escape.He moved through the sheds first collecting dried meat, water skins, blankets, travel packs, anything light enough to carry quickly through forest routes. Horses would be useless beneath heavy tree cover, too loud and too visible, so he focused on supplies instead.When Boo caught him stuffing grain into sacks, he frowned. “What are you doing?”AJ ignored him completely.Clayton noticed next while AJ shoved hunting knives into one of the packs. “Why are you packing weapons?”Still no answer.Even Helena narrowed her eyes eventually from beside Eira’s bed. “AJ.”But he kept moving anyway, in and out of rooms checking doors, checking routes, checking the rear fencing leading toward the lower tree line while every scream Eira made only pushed him faster.By morning the invasion had failed.Bar