All Chapters of The Human Luna: Claimed Too Late: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

MALIA’S POV.The moment Blake disappeared through the front doors carrying Juna, the room erupted into noise.Voices overlapped. Questions flew from every direction. Some wolves rushed after them while others remained behind, whispering among themselves.Not a single person asked if I was alright.I stood there for a moment, staring at the empty doorway where Blake had vanished, waiting for someone to say something.Anything.Waiting for Zara to speak.Waiting for one person to point out that I had barely touched Juna.No one did.The looks directed at me said enough. Disappointment. Disgust. Accusation.As if they had already decided I was guilty. A bitter laugh almost escaped me. After everything, it still hurt. But at least I’m used to it by now.Without another word, I turned and headed upstairs. My ankle screamed with every step. The pain had grown steadily worse throughout the drive home, but now that the adrenaline had faded, I could feel every pulse of it.The stairs felt endl

MALIA’S POV The cold hit me before I even realized I was awake. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as freezing water soaked through my nightgown, sending a shock through my entire body. My eyes snapped open, blinking rapidly as I tried to make sense of the figure standing beside my bed. “Wake up,” Grace spat. I pushed myself upright, my breathing uneven as water dripped from my hair and down my face. For a moment, I only stared at her, waiting for the softness I used to see in her expression. It never came. “You have been summoned to the courtyard.” The words were simple, but the way she said them made my stomach tighten. Before I could ask why, she turned away. The door slammed shut behind her. I remained frozen for a few seconds, staring at the wooden door as the sound echoed through the room. After last night, there was only one reason the elders would summon me like this. They had already decided my fate. I slowly stepped off the bed, my wet nightgown clinging uncomfor

DRAVEN'S POVComing here was a waste of time. I had meetings to attend, investigations to oversee, and reports waiting on my desk. This entire handoff was a formality Ajax and councilman Jerry could have handle it without me. But if I was going to convince my father she was my mate, I needed to show I cared, even if I didn’t. Yet for some reason… the scene before me made my jaw tighten. Children stood crying at the edge of the courtyard, while adults watched as if this were some spectacle.I had known something was wrong the moment I saw her missed calls. Three missed calls from Malia weren't normal. Not after I'd told her to wait. Then again, I expected trouble when I arrived at Silver Claw; the pack and its alpha had been on my watchlist for potential problems for nearly two years now. The neighbouring packs had voiced concerns for quite some time.Still, I hadn’t expected this. Their luna surrounded by guards. Fresh marks forming around her arms. The stubborn lift of her chin a

EMIL’S POV My attention remained fixed on the stone table as Councilman Jerry calmly explained the finer details of the agreement. Trade routes. Tariffs. Royal protection. Benefits capable of elevating Silver Claw far beyond its current standing. Every Alpha on the continent wanted access to the King's trade network. Very few ever received it. Across the courtyard, Ajax excused himself before leading Malia back into the pack house to collect her belongings. My jaw tightened. I hated that. Hated watching another man walk beside her as though he belonged there. Every instinct I possessed urged me to stop them. To tell Malia she wasn't leaving. To remind everyone she was still my chosen mate. But instincts didn't build strong packs. Reason did. If I challenged the Alpha King now, I already knew how it would end. Silver Claw would lose. My pack would lose. And if I intended to get Malia back... Then I needed patience. Jerry continued explaining the agre

MALIA’S POVMy heart skipped.The older man’s smile widened as we approached, though the moment his eyes settled fully on me, it faltered for the briefest second.“….you weren’t lying?” He sounded genuinely stunned.“I don’t make a habit of lying to you, Father,” Draven replied, a trace of impatience creeping into his otherwise calm tone.Father.The word landed a second too late.This…This was Mikyal Thornefield. The former Alpha of thornhold territories.The man whose name alone was enough to make powerful Alphas lower their voices. Stories about him had spread across every pack I’d ever visited. Some called him the greatest ruler the werewolf world had ever known. Others simply called him merciless. How had I forgotten whose house I was walking into?My pulse lurched.Draven’s hand settled more firmly against the small of my back, pulling me half a step closer. To anyone watching, it looked natural. Protective, even, but to me, it felt like a warning.“Well,” Mikyal said, recoveri