All Chapters of The Miracle Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GABRIEL A Luna wasn’t just a title—it was a role that carried with it a thousand expectations. She would be my equal, the heart of the pack, someone I was supposed to trust with everything. Her fate would be tied to mine in ways I couldn’t even fathom, and every alpha knew that was a heavy, almost suffocating burden. It wasn’t just about loyalty or power. It was about sacrifice. For me, for the pack, for her. And if she wasn’t a wolf? That made it even harder. A non-wolf mate, my wolf rumbled, would never truly understand the weight of our world. The politics. The dangers.Priscilla was no ordinary woman. I could feel it, even when she didn’t speak. She was strong, fierce, and stubborn—everything that an alpha would need in a mate. But there was something else in her, something that kept me from reaching out, from claiming her the way I should. Something I wasn’t ready to face.She wasn’t just some human to be moulded into this life. No. She was too… too much. Too wild, too unpred

GABRIEL The air felt heavy as the rogues pushed against the gates. Their howls grew louder, echoing through the night, and sending a chill down my spine. The pack was fighting hard to keep them out, but it was clear the gates wouldn’t hold much longer. I could feel the power of the rogues pressing against the wood, their numbers overwhelming.Then, with a loud crash, the gates gave way, splintering apart as the rogues poured in. I didn’t hesitate. I barked the order to my pack. “Charge.” My pack responded instantly and the battle had begun.I mind-linked the rest of my warriors. Guard every entrance. Do not let a single rogue inside.Without a word, they spread out, fighting to hold their ground. I shifted into my wolf form, claws and teeth ready. I tore into the first rogue that came too close, ripping through it with a growl. The battle around me was chaotic—my pack members fighting fiercely, but the rogues kept coming. There were so many of them.The smell of rotting flesh made i

PRISCILLA A sudden laugh burst out of Davina, catching me off guard.I blinked and sat upright, narrowing my eyes at her. "What the hell is so funny?"Davina wiped at her eyes, grinning. "It’s ridiculous, Pris... I might never see my family again... or my boyfriend, shit..." She shook her head, letting out another small laugh. "But I just can’t stop thinking about your asshole boss. I mean — Joel, crying like a baby with a broken arm... that image is stuck in my head, and it’s weirdly satisfying."She turned to me fully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You must’ve felt good... watching that happen, huh?"That pulled a laugh from me too — a real one — loud and unfiltered. I leaned back on my hands, shaking my head. "God... it was," I admitted, grinning. "It was satisfying as hell, but... I couldn’t even enjoy it, Davina. Right there in that moment... I was too shocked. Scared, honestly."Davina snorted. "When are you ever scared of anything, Priscilla?"I smiled, letting out a shaky

PRISCILLA The girl led me inside, her steps light and practised, as if she had walked these halls her entire life. My thoughts spun in a whirlwind, but one question managed to break through the chaos. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. She turned her head slightly, her expression remaining neutral. “Lilian, my lady.” I grimaced at the title but let it slide. Now wasn’t the time. We moved through the house, and soon I recognized the path—my chest tightening the closer we got. It was the same hallway, the same turns, the same door. I stopped, narrowing my eyes at Lilian. “Why are we here?” I demanded. “I asked to see my friend, the one who was taken.” Lilian gave me a confused look. “Your friend is in this room, Luna.” I frowned, my gut twisting with doubt. Without another word, I pushed past her and entered. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. My breath hitched. Davina was sprawled across the bed, tangled in the thick sheets,

GABRIEL I stared at Aurora, her breath ragged, her fists clenched by her sides.“I discovered what she is,” she repeated, quieter now, but it rang louder than any scream in my ears.My heart thudded in my chest like a war drum. The room suddenly felt colder—thicker—as if the very air had stilled to listen.I rose slowly from the chair behind my desk, camera forgotten in my hand, the rogue’s eerie half-smile still frozen on the screen. “You’re sure?” I asked, my voice low, and rough with tension. Aurora nodded once. “Not just sure. I’ve confirmed it. I had to dig into ancient spellbooks, the forbidden tomes that haven’t seen light since before even your grandfather ruled. But it all lines up.”She crossed the room, pulling a folded parchment from inside her jacket. Old. Yellowed with age. The writing on it wasn’t even in English—it was some forgotten, curving script that shimmered faintly when the candlelight hit it. I didn’t speak. Just stared. “You know how I’ve always said