14. LOYALTY & CHAOS

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• Reclaiming His Fated Luna   60. A MYSTERY

  KIERANI sat across from her, elbows resting on the table, eyes trailing the slow, calculated movement of her hand as she lifted the spoon to her mouth. Each bite was measured, like she was pretending to be hungry, like she was trying to convince even herself that this was normal. It wasn’t. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I knew. Something about the way Selene chewed, the way she avoided looking at me directly for more than a few seconds, it made my stomach twist. Still, I said nothing. Because how do you speak about a thing you can’t even name?"You’re staring," she said without looking up, her voice light, but not playful."I know," I said simply, not pretending otherwise.She paused mid-bite, the spoon hovering in the air for a heartbeat too long before she resumed. “Is it the food?”“No,” I said. “It’s you.”She looked up at that, her eyes, familiar, and yet somehow distant, locking with mine for a second. "Me?""I don't know. Something just feels off." I leaned back in my sea

• Reclaiming His Fated Luna   59. TIGHTEN LIKE A NOOSE

  RAVEN"I know you're watching me, Keiran," I muttered under my breath, fingers curled around the chipped edge of the marble sink as I stared into the cracked mirror. His presence wasn’t loud or obvious, but I could feel it, the weight of his eyes, the way the air seemed to tighten around me like a noose.The door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t bother turning. "You’re wasting your time trying to intimidate me," I said flatly."You think this is intimidation?" Keiran’s voice came sharp, low, and annoyingly calm. "Vee, if I wanted to intimidate you, you wouldn’t still be standing."I scoffed, finally spinning around to face him, arms crossed tightly against my chest. "Then what do you call stalking me from the shadows, popping up everywhere I go like some damn ghost?"He took a step closer, eyes narrowing as if he was trying to peel the skin off my thoughts. "I call it preparation. You’re withholding information, and you and I both know it.""Maybe I am. Or maybe you just can’t sta

• Reclaiming His Fated Luna   58. A CHOICE

  KIERANI slammed the door shut behind me, letting the sound echo around the stone walls of my chamber before I leaned heavily against it, dragging my hand down my face as I tried to steady my breathing. The adrenaline from the fight hadn’t even begun to wear off, but the one thing clawing at my chest more violently than the battle itself was Vee. Her face kept flashing in my mind, the look in her eyes, the way she held herself back, the way she didn’t strike when she could have ended me. It didn’t make any damn sense. She hated me. She’s always hated me. And yet…“Are we just going to pretend she didn’t hesitate?” I muttered aloud, not even realizing Dorian had followed me inside until he shut the door behind him.“She had you,” he said quietly, crossing the room. “Wide open. I saw it, Kieran. Everyone did.”I turned to face him, still pacing. “Then tell me why she didn’t do it. Why didn’t she kill me, Dorian? That was the perfect opportunity. The pack was distracted, my focus was spl

• Reclaiming His Fated Luna   57. A TEST

  RAVENI was bent over, my hands deep in the soil, lost in the rhythm of working the grounds when the sound pierced the air like a blade, an ear-splitting cry, raw and violent, carried by the wind. My head snapped up. I wasn’t the only one who heard it. All around me, Kieran’s men scrambled, the once disciplined formation falling into chaos.“What the hell is going on?” one of the guards shouted, dragging his blade from its sheath as he sprinted past me.Then I saw him, Alpha Kieran, his strides long and furious, his eyes ablaze with a storm I had only seen in glimpses before. Right behind him was Dorian, panting but determined, his voice rising over the din.“Circle the south wing! Hold formation! No one enters through the northern gate!” Dorian bellowed, even as three wolves collided in a furious clash behind him.My heart raced. Then a blur cut across the pack’s outer barrier, sending crackles of blue light through the air before landing on all fours with a snarl. My breath hitched.

• Reclaiming His Fated Luna   56. DANGEROUS GROUND

  RAVENI slammed the door behind me, the echo of it crashing shut still ringing in my ears. “Fucking asshole,” I hissed beneath my breath, storming back to the station where I had been before he called me in. My hands were trembling, not out of fear—but rage. I wasn’t scared anymore. I wasn’t the same Raven who cowered when he raised his voice. And still, the taste of that damn kiss clung to my lips, the memory of his hand gripping my waist burning hotter than it should have. I wiped my mouth furiously, disgusted at myself.“You let him touch you,” I muttered, jaw clenched as I shoved a stack of files onto the shelf.“You let him—damn it, Raven.”Just then, the sound of boots echoed down the hall, and I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.“You’ve got some nerve,” Dorian’s voice came sharp, low, like a blade dragged over gravel. “You don’t ever talk to the Alpha like that again. I don’t care who you think you are.”I turned around slowly, eyes narrowed, lips already curl

• Reclaiming His Fated Luna   55. DELUSIONAL BUT ADORABLE

  RAVEN I wiped the sweat off my forehead and bent again, hands on my knees, breathing hard. Two weeks. Two full weeks of waking up before the sun and working like a damned mule on this cursed construction site, breaking stones and hauling loads like some mindless laborer. Every bone in my body ached, but I didn’t complain. I couldn’t. Not because I enjoyed it—hell no—but because I knew my time hadn't come yet. Not the time to rise. Not the time to strike. Just… endure. That was what I kept telling myself. Just endure. I straightened up slowly, my back stiff and sore, and that was when I heard the click of her boots. I didn’t even need to turn around to know it was her. The scent of expensive perfume and arrogance came before her voice. Selene. Always Selene. “Well, well,” she said, her voice coated in poison-sweet sarcasm, “look what the moon dragged in.” I turned, and there she stood—immaculate as ever, dressed like she was heading to a royal council, not walking into a dusty, half