All Chapters of The Lost Luna: Pregnant for the betraying alpha : Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Fiona“Lucian!” I cried, dodging balls of fire, falling from the ceiling as I hurried towards them. The wall of fire wasn’t enough to stop me from diving through to get hold of whoever was brutalizing my mate. The moment I crossed the inferno into the mostly untouched part of the room, anger coiled through me. Kneeling over Lucian, was an evil figure, wiping his victim’s blood off his blade with his tongue. Maddox. “Look who has the last laugh, you fool,” he laughed. He mustn’t have noticed or heard me enter from all the noise of the ceiling crash and roaring flames. But I was quick to give him a notice. I landed a blow I thought was fatal on the side of his face from behind. Maddox grunts, falling off Lucian’s bleeding body. A whimper automatically escapes me as I knelt beside him, taking his hand in mine. I don’t waste time anymore despite the overwhelming force clenching my heart. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I’m blinded by it as I scramble over his body, searching for w

FionaIt didn't take long before the untouched parts of the pack house were swallowed by the fire. Lucian’s arms were wrapped around me, but it was to prevent me from running inside because I would have. My heart sank, sheer horror and shock gripped me at the same time. The crushing weight of knowing nothing could be done settled deep inside me. My chest convulsed, lungs seizing as though I too was being swallowed alive. I wanted to run to him—to do something at least, but Lucian’s firm arms around my waist prevented me. “No…” I whimpered like a kitten, the word was nothing but air, fragile and pitiful. Tears violently blurred my vision, but I could bring myself to look away. Every second stretched into eternity. Guilt dug its claws into my side, whispering that I should have stopped this, that love was supposed to protect—that I was supposed to protect him just as he had always protected me. “There’s nothing anyone could have done, Fiona. The fire couldn’t be stopped even if w

Three years later,FionaI do not know when it really started. Maybe it was the night the wind sounded like someone crying. Or maybe it was the morning my little boy woke up with tears on his cheeks and said something that made every part of me freeze.“Uncle’s cold.”Just like that. Soft. Like he did not even know the words he said.Lucian turned to me so fast that I almost stepped back. His eyes were wide like he expected me to explain it. But how was I supposed to explain something I did not understand myself. I only reached for my son. He climbed into my arms quickly and hid his face on my shoulder like the world was too heavy for him.“Maybe he was dreaming,” Lucian whispered. But his voice shook too.I nodded but I knew he was not dreaming. I knew it in the deepest part of my chest because I heard it too, sometimes, when everything was silent. A voice. A voice that sounded like Orion but also did not sound like him. A voice that felt like it was made of smoke and fire and old pa