His Luna His Second Chance Mate

Chapter 3- Prisoner in a Castle

It’s been four days since I found out who my mate is. Four long, empty, echoing days.

And I’ve never felt lonelier.

After the gathering, I thought maybe—just maybe—he’d say something. Explain. Acknowledge me. Instead, I was walked into this house like a guest who overstayed their welcome. His Beta barely said two words, and the warriors didn’t even look me in the eye. Sarah tried to lighten the mood, bless her, but even she left before nightfall.

And him?

Gone. Like I was never even there.

They said I’d “settle in.” Said the Alpha was busy. Too much on his plate, too many responsibilities. But even a wolf with a pack has time to check on their mate. Doesn’t he?

The silence in this house is the worst part. No footsteps. No voices. No life. Just the sound of my own thoughts, chasing each other around until I’m too tired to care and too wired to sleep.

My room is massive—easily three times the size of my old one. Back home, I had a squeaky bed, a dented dresser, and barely enough space to stretch. Here, I’ve got a king-sized mattress, silk sheets, a chandelier above my head, and a closet full of clothes I never asked for. Everything looks expensive, polished, and untouched. Like a showroom.

Like a place built for someone who matters.

Not me.

Maybe this is what my stepmother wanted all along—me gone. Out of the way. Out of her house. She probably smiled the moment I left.

But I can’t stop hearing his voice.

"Don’t get used to it, omega. You’re just here to give me an heir."

It plays on loop, every time I close my eyes. Not even nightmares sting this much.

I haven’t seen Collins since the ceremony. No visits, no texts. And Sarah? She was sweet when we arrived, but I haven’t seen her since. Maybe they’ve been told not to talk to me. Or maybe they’re just too busy going on with their lives while mine’s been locked away in this cage of velvet and gold.

And now, school is gone too. I’m being told that public school isn’t “safe” for a Luna. That it’s beneath me. But no one asked if I wanted to be Luna in the first place. No one asked if I still wanted to graduate, to earn what I worked for. I was supposed to walk the stage in a few months.

Now I’m just walking in circles around a house that doesn’t feel like mine.

I don’t even know who I’m supposed to be anymore.

This morning, I forced myself to go down for breakfast. The hallway stretched out like a museum—walls so clean they looked untouched. I passed six doors on the way down. Every one tall and heavy, like they were built to keep things in—or out.

The kitchen was warm with the scent of herbs and roasted meat. The maids were already cleaning up, but the dining table was still full. Laid out like I was royalty. Roasted turkey, soft eggs, pancakes with syrup, glazed carrots, fresh fruit. All of it… for me?

I sat and stared for a while before touching anything. Then I picked at the pancakes, trying to eat, but my stomach wasn’t interested. It was too quiet. Too strange.

I missed making my own food. Even if it was just toast or rice, at least it was mine. Now, I’m being waited on like a guest in a life I didn’t choose.

And then the doors opened.

She entered like she belonged to a different world—tall, graceful, deadly. Her eyes were sharp, her steps calculated. Two female warriors followed close behind her. But it was obvious she didn’t need them.

“Good morning, Luna Kira,” she said coolly.

I stood out of instinct. “Good morning.”

She scanned the room before turning to the head maid. “I trust our Luna is being looked after.”

“Yes, Gamma Gloria.”

That name hit like a jolt. Gamma Gloria—the she-wolf warriors whisper about. Stronger than the males she beat for her title. A living legend.

And now, she is here. For me?

“Are you ready, Luna?” she asked.

I blinked. “For what?”

“Training. Since you’re… untrained, we’ll need to start from scratch. The Luna has duties. You’ll be expected to perform them.”

The way she said “untrained” sliced straight through me. And “omega”? She didn’t even bother to hide the tone.

The warriors behind her shared a smirk.

I swallowed the burn rising in my throat. “Okay. I’ll go get changed.”

She didn’t even blink. “Not necessary. You’ll be issued training gear at the grounds.”

I opened my mouth to say something—but that’s when it hit me.

A scent.

Familiar. Fierce. Wild.

Dominik.

He stepped into the room like he owned the air around him. Every movement was calm, but sharp. Controlled, but lethal.

“She doesn’t need training,” he said.

Gamma Gloria turned. “Alpha Dominik. I was just—”

He cut her off. “I heard you. And I said she doesn’t need it. She’s perfect the way she is.”

The air in the room dropped ten degrees.

Gloria stood straighter. “Alpha, with all respect—”

“Enough,” he snapped. “Leave.”

Gloria clenched her jaw. For a second, I thought she might challenge him. But then she bowed and turned sharply on her heel. The warriors followed, their boots echoing in retreat.

The moment the doors shut, I was left alone with him.

Dominik moved toward me slowly, his eyes locked on mine. Every step made the air thicker, like I couldn’t breathe right.

He stopped just inches from me.

Then, in a voice that made something twist in my stomach, he

said—

“Get ready for tonight.”

His gaze dropped slightly, eyes darkening.

“You will be marked by me.”