All Chapters of The Miracle Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

PRISCILLA I stood frozen, my back pressed lightly against the door, breath shallow.How did he know my full name?My fingers fumbled behind me for the doorknob, just in case I needed to bolt. But the man didn’t move. He just stood there, arms calmly at his sides, as if appearing out of nowhere was the most natural thing in the world.“Who… are you?” I finally managed, my voice quiet and shaky.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes—pale and stormy—seeming to search beneath my skin like he was looking for something only he could see.Before I could speak again, the door behind me creaked open, then pushed in with force.“Who are you talking to?” Gabriel’s deep voice cut through the tense air, sharp and demanding.I spun around instinctively, my gaze locking on his bare chest—muscles sculpted like they’d been carved out of stone, glistening faintly from the steam still clinging to his skin.My throat dried. I swallowed hard.And then my heart thudde

GABRIEL I ran. Fast and hard, my paws tearing through the damp earth, claws gripping the soil as I pushed deeper into the woods. The trees blurred past me, their trunks familiar sentinels in a world that had always felt more like home than any room built of stone and brick. The wind rushed against my fur, sharp and cold, clearing the fog that had built in my head after too many tense days and sleepless nights. The forest was silent, save for the sounds of my breathing and the rhythm of my movement—the thud of paws against soil, the swish of leaves brushing against my flanks. But to me, it wasn’t quiet. It was alive. The scents, the subtle shifts in temperature, the way the ground dipped and rose with each stride—I felt it all. Every breath of moss, bark, and damp leaves grounded me. Every crack of a branch or distant rustle pulled me deeper into that raw, wild place I hadn’t been able to reach in days. This was where I shed everything—the pressure of being Alpha, the weight of

PRISCILLA I was floating.At least… that’s what it felt like.Not standing. Not lying. Just suspended somewhere in between — weightless, drifting through a place that wasn’t darkness, but not light either. A vast emptiness, humming with a low vibration that crawled under my skin.It should have terrified me.But somehow, it didn’t.The air smelled different here. Like wild rain. Like old woods. Like something ancient brushing against me with invisible hands.I blinked, or at least I thought I did, and when I did— a figure stood in front of me.I squinted at it. No—him.A man.Not fully formed. His edges blurred, smoky, like he wasn’t built from flesh and blood but from something rawer. Older. His hair was all grey, yet he stood tall and young, strength rippling off of him like a second skin.The same man I had seen once… in the bathroom mirror.My heart

GABRIEL I stalked down the hallway, barefoot and already regretting every goddamn step I was taking. I had come here for something. A question. A simple clarification, really. But now, standing just a breath away from the room I had left Priscilla, my hand hovering inches from the wood, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, rubbing the back of my neck. This bond. This damn mate bond was worse than any leash I'd ever been on. It tugged at me constantly, drawing me back to her like a hook buried deep under skin. I could be halfway across the goddamn compound, and I’d feel her—like a whisper at the base of my skull, like gravity had rearranged itself and she was the centre of it. I exhaled sharply and took one step back, ready to turn around. But then I heard her voice. Low. Soft. The way she only spoke when she wasn’t trying to keep her walls up. “I know you don’t like him. I, too, don't trust him yet… but he seems like a good g

PRISCILLA The moment Davina tugged me deeper into the boutique, weaving between racks of tailored coats and shelves stacked with boots I’d probably never wear, I realized I hadn’t said a word to Gabriel in over twenty minutes. I wasn’t avoiding him. Not exactly. Okay, maybe I was. But it wasn’t just him—it was the look he gave me every time his eyes met mine. It was too much. Too intense. Like he was peeling me open layer by layer, trying to see past skin and bone to whatever truth was hiding underneath. I didn’t want to see that look. Not when I didn’t know how to explain what even I didn’t understand. And I definitely didn’t want to feel the pull that kept tightening in my chest. “Pris, did you hear what I said?” Davina’s voice broke through the fog in my head as she halted in front of a display. I blinked. “Sorry… what?” She rolled her eyes, then grinned as she held up a cropped leather jacket. “I said, I found a few things you’d actually love. Without waiting for my repl