Semua Bab The THORN LUNA: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Emily’s POVThe room was spinning, or maybe it was just me. My legs barely carried me to the edge of the bed before I collapsed into its hold. Blood. The unmistakable warmth of it stained my thighs and soaked through my garments.I tried to breathe, to focus, but panic was rising like a tide I couldn’t stop.The door burst open just as the shadows started to close in again.“Emily!” Fayne’s voice was hoarse with urgency.Behind him stepped a healer—an older woman with a composed presence and knowing eyes. She moved fast, kneeling beside me without hesitation. Fayne hovered, his eyes darting between the blood on the sheets and the furrowed worry on the healer’s face.“Help her,” he growled low, his fists clenched.“I am,” the healer said gently, her hands already working. She pressed her palms over my lower stomach, a warm hum of power flowing into me.I felt the baby—alive. Faint, but there.“She’s still holding on,” the healer murmured. “The pregnancy is early, delicate. You must res

Emily's POV Dawn broke over Galahad like a sigh of relief—gold light bleeding through the shattered remnants of war. The air still smelled of smoke and blood, and the ground outside the pack house was carved with claw marks, ash, and sorrow. We had survived.But we had not emerged unscathed.I stood before the remaining pack members in the central courtyard. Healers moved quietly among the injured. Warriors, some still bleeding, knelt beside the bodies of their fallen. I felt their eyes on me as I stepped forward—not as their Alpha, but as someone who bled alongside them.“We lost too many,” I began, my voice steady, though my heart throbbed behind each word. “But we are not broken. We are not done. Galahad still stands.”A low ripple of voices answered me, like the beginning of thunder.“Our enemies came into our walls,” I continued. “Not through strength. Not through skill. But through betrayal.”That silenced them.I looked at Fayne, who stood at the edge of the gathering with his

Emily's POV The air was different that morning—lighter, less tense. Still, I couldn’t shake the tightness in my chest as I opened the sealed parchment that had arrived with the morning courier. The wax bore the mark of the Donovan bloodline, but not Matteo’s. This was from my other brothers. The ones who hadn’t raised swords against me. Not yet, at least.Fayne sat across from me in the war room, arms crossed as I read silently, lips pressed into a thin line.Dearest Emily,We write not in conflict but in the hope of healing.The death of our father has opened a wound in the Donovan name, but for the first time, we find space to breathe, to think beyond his shadow. You have proved yourself more than just Alpha of Galahad. You’ve proved your strength in the face of betrayal, your wisdom in war, and your restraint in moments when blood would have been easier than peace.*We do not wish to be your enemies. Not anymore.Let us meet. Let us speak not of territories and legacies, but of so

Emily's POV I had started walking more, slower than I was used to, often with Melissa at my side. She kept teasing me about how I still looked like a warrior even in a maternity cloak. I told her it was because I was one — just one with a new battlefield to navigate.Fayne had become… quieter, but not distant. Protective, without being overbearing. He spoke to the pack more now, taking some weight from my shoulders. He was patient with me — patient when I snapped for no reason, patient when I cried without warning, and patient when I needed silence instead of comfort.In the mornings, he would leave flowers by my bedside — wild ones, not arranged, just gathered. I never asked where he found them, but I always knew they were from him.One evening, as I sat on the balcony that overlooked the training grounds, I felt a soft movement beneath my ribs. A flutter — then a stronger nudge.My hand flew to my belly.The baby had kicked.The realization hit me like a storm of light, and my brea

Emily's POV Months later***The pain started like a whisper—a cramp low in my belly that made me pause mid-sentence while discussing border security with the council. I brushed it off at first, placing a hand to my side and continuing. But when the second wave came, sharper, deeper, I knew.Fayne was already standing when he saw my hand trembling over the armrest of my chair."Emily?" he asked, voice tight with concern.I nodded slowly, trying to breathe through the growing discomfort. “It’s time.”Everything moved quickly after that.The halls of Galahad filled with soft footsteps and hushed voices as healers prepared the birthing chamber. Melissa was at my side within seconds, holding my hand while Fayne cleared the path ahead. I had trained for battles, stood bleeding on battlefields—but this... this was different. This was creation and destruction all wrapped in one blazing storm of pain.The first scream tore from me as I was lowered onto the birthing bed, sweat already beading