30 Days, I'm Not Your Luna

Chapter 1

Selena’s POV

It was a few minutes past 10, and I was waiting again. Waiting like every night, not knowing if my husband going to come today or not, but luckily I heard the front door open, and my stupid hopeful heart began to beat faster.

He entered our room stealthily and started taking off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and defined arms. I was mesmerized by the sight of him even after all these years.

"Come here," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. I stood up from reading on the bed and walked towards him. He pulled me close, his strong hands roaming my body through my nightdress.

"I've missed this," he murmured, nuzzling his face into my neck, his warm breath sending tingles across my skin. I leaned into him, feeling the hardness of his erection pressing against my hip. Our lips connected in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as we devoured each other.

I leaned into him, feeling the hardness of his erection pressing against my hip. Our lips connected in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as we devoured each other.

We moved towards the bed, Theo walking me backwards until my legs hit the mattress. He laid me down, his body covering mine. His hands found the hem of my nightdress and pushed it up, revealing my bare skin. His kisses trailed down my chest, licking my n*****s until they were hard and aching.

I arched my back, pressing myself into his touch.

He positioned himself between my legs, his c**k twitching with anticipation, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer as he teased at my entrance with the head of his member before he thrust in.

The room was filled with his scent, a deep, intoxicating blend of cedarwood and the unique, spicy musk that belonged only to him. It was a scent that haunted my dreams since I was eighteen years old, and now, it was everywhere around me like a second skin.

"Selena," he groaned and kissed me, and the world around me faded away. It wasn't a quick or casual kiss. It was deep and consuming.

His large hands, usually so firm were incredibly gentle now. They traced the curve of my waist, sliding over my hips with softness that made my breath hitch in my throat. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to eliminate every inch of space between us.

As he moved inside me, I arched my back, a gasp escaping my lips. This wasn't s*x. We were making love.

Every thrust was a claim. Every brush of his skin against mine sent electric shocks racing through my nerves. I ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair, gripping him tightly as if he were the only thing keeping me from drowning.

I looked up into his eyes which were glowing. They were swirling with desire and something else, something that looked painfully like love.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged, and I felt his wolf purring against my skin.

I poured every ounce of my heart into my touch. I kissed his shoulder, his jaw, his lips, trying to tell him without words that I was his.

I love you.

I have always loved you.

We came together and it was blinding. We fell apart together, clinging to each other as the waves of pleasure washed over us, leaving us breathless and tangled in the silk sheets.

The only sound in the room was our breathing and the distant thunder. Theo rolled onto his back, pulling me into his side. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the strong, steady thud of his heart. It was the most comforting sound in the world.

Lying there, safe in his arms, my mind drifted back to the past, to the Werewolf Academy.

It felt like a lifetime ago. Back then, Theodore Kensington was the Golden Boy of the Academy. He was the future Alpha, handsome, wealthy, and always surrounded by a crowd of admirers. He walked through the hallways like a king.

And I? I was Selena, the scholarship student. The orphan. The Omega.

I was invisible. I spent my lunch breaks in the back of the library, sketching jewelry designs in my notebook, dreaming of a life I didn't think I could have.

I used to watch Theo from behind the bookshelves. I memorized the way he laughed, the way he ran his hand through his hair when he was frustrated, and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about pack strategy.

I had the biggest, most painful crush on him, but I never dared to say a word. To him, I was just a ghost in the background.

We never spoke. We never touched.

So, when he approached me at our graduation party, I thought I was hallucinating.

He had proposed a contract. A marriage of convenience for three years. He told me that he needed a wife to get his domineering father off his back.

His father wanted to control who he married, to use him as a pawn. Marrying a "nobody" like me, 'an Omega with no political power' was Theo’s ultimate act of rebellion. It was his way of screaming that he was his own man.

I knew he didn't love me then. I knew I was just a tool for his independence. But I looked at the man I had loved from afar for years, and I said yes.

Perhaps time will change everything, I think.

I gave up everything for him. His mother, Evelyn, had sneered at my jewelry sketches.

“A Luna does not work like a commoner,” she had said. “Your duty is to my son.”

So, I packed away my tools.

I abandoned my dream.

I stopped being an artist and started being a wife and Luna.

I learned to iron his shirts perfectly, to cook his favorite meals, to smile at pack dinners when people whispered about my low status. I did it all because I hoped that deep down, the contract wouldn't be just a piece of paper.

And lately, I truly believed it was happening. Over the last few months, the way he looked at me had changed. There was warmth in his eyes. There was care in his touch. I was sure he was falling for me, just as I had fallen for him.

The sound of the nightstand drawer opening snapped me out of my memories, and the warmth in the bed seemed to evaporate instantly.

The sound of the nightstand drawer opening snapped me out of my memories, and the warmth in the bed seemed to evaporate instantly.

Theo sat up with the sheet pooling at his waist and his face, which had been open and tender just moments ago, was now blank. He pulled out a familiar packet.

The sound of the foil popping was sharp and loud in the silence, and he turned to me, holding a small white pill in his palm.

"Take this, Selena." His voice was calm, steady, like he didn't just break my heart yet again.

I stared at the contraceptive pill. For three years, this had been our routine. He didn't want a child from a temporary contract. He didn't want an heir with an Omega. But tonight, tonight felt different. Every night this year has felt different.

"No," I whispered.

Theo froze. He looked at me, his brow furrowing. “What did you say?”

"I said no." My heart was beating fast and I sat up, pulling the duvet up to cover my nakedness, and reached into my own nightstand drawer. I pulled out a manila folder and placed it on the mattress between us.

"Look at the date, Theo," I said, and my voice was shaking. “There are only thirty days left. The contract expires in exactly one month. Shouldn't we do something?”

Theo looked down at the papers, but he didn't touch them. He just stared, his jaw tightening.

"I don't want to take the pill anymore," I continued, rushing to get the words out before I lost my courage. I reached out and covered his hand with mine. “I don't want to leave, Theo. I know we started this as a deal, but look at us now. Look at the life we’ve built. I’ve given up everything to be your Luna, and I would do it again. I love you, Theo. I’m ready to make this real. I want to give you an heir. I want to have your baby and stay here as your wife, your real wife.”

The air in the room grew heavy and suffocating, and I searched his face, desperate for a sign. I needed him to smile. I needed him to tell the truth that the last three years had meant something more than just rebellion. I've been noticing how he feels about me and I know that he loves me by the way he touches me and the way he looks at me and l just want him to admit it.

For a split second, I saw a crack in his armor. A flash of pain crossed his dark eyes. His hand twitched beneath mine, as if he wanted to lace our fingers together and pull me back into his arms.

But then, he blinked, and the wall slammed back down. He pulled his hand away from mine as if my touch burned him.

Theo stood up and began to walk around the room, gathering his clothes, and he wouldn't look at me.

I was living through my worst nightmare because everything that I feared was coming through.

"Take the pill," he commanded, his eyes fixed intently on the white pills, unwilling to look at me. “My father has chosen a new Luna for me, and I have agreed to it. Our marriage will end when the contract expires. Don't let things get out of control, Selena.”

"What...?" I looked at him in shock and confusion, “Why... are you abandoning me?”

I hoped for an answer, yet he remained silent. I looked at him, and something inside me died. The hope I nurtured since the Academy, the dreams of a family, the love I had poured into this home, into us, it was all shattered.

To him, I was still just a contract. A loose end to be tied up.

My hand trembled violently as I reached out and took the small white tablet. It felt heavy, like a stone, and I looked at Theo one last time, hoping and begging, but his face was hard and cold.

I placed the pill on my tongue and swallowed it dry. It tasted bitter, just like the lie I had been living for three years.

"There," I whispered, my voice hollow. “Are you happy?”

Theo didn't answer. He finished dressing in silence, grabbed his watch and his phone, and walked to the door, his hand pausing on the knob for a second. He looked like he wanted to say something, maybe an apology or maybe goodbye, but he swallowed the words.

"The lawyers will have the papers ready by the end of the month." He said without turning around.

The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the freezing silence. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them, screaming into the darkness.

30 days.

I had thirty days left in the house I made a home. Thirty days to watch the love of my life prepare to marry another woman.

The countdown had begun, and with every second that went by, my heart broke a little more.