Todos os capítulos de Moonlight Whispers: The Luna's Love : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Serena’s POVMy heart had been pounding non-stop since the scout’s words. I walked to the window, looking out into the dark woods, my fingers following the contour of the locket I was wearing. The cold, metallic feel anchored me, connected me with the past, with my grandmother's packhouse, the place where I'd once found refuge. And now that place was a snare, a den to Rhys and his rogues. My stomach was heaving, not just from fear but from this life growing inside me—Elliot’s baby, a secret I still didn’t know quite what to do with.Derrick’s voice was low and tight, and broke the silence. “You’re not going, Serena.”I turned, my eyes narrowing. He was sitting at his desk, green eyes stormy with determination, and he still had his arms crossed. The very eyes that had seared into mine last night, promising love, now had a wall I couldn’t breach. “You don’t get to choose that,” I snapped, my voice harsher than I meant it to come out. “Mason’s out there for me. And all Rhys is doing is

Serena’s POVMy heart was racing so hard I feared it would pop out of my chest. Derrick took my hand, his fingers hard and unwavering, yanking me through the underbrush as limbs reached out to claw my skin. In the distance behind us there were growls of Rhys’s rogues, too close, too many. Mason limped along beside us, his arm around Jonas’s shoulder, blood oozing from a wound in his side. The pack—Derrick’s pack, whether I wanted it or not—was falling apart under the strain of this assault, and I couldn’t shake the nauseating thought that it was all on my head.Rhys’s voice still scorched in my mind, burning all fear away. “Your child is a bloodline that could break a pack, Serena. Did you think you could hide it forever?” There had been pure venom in his voice, his eyes bright with a hunger for something beyond even power—it was personal. He’d been aware of my pregnancy, the child I literally only told Derrick about yesterday. But how? And what was he saying about my bloodline? My ha

Serena’s POVIn my head that prophecy that old seer whispered the lit chamber days before rang and echoed: “The child of the rejected shall bind or break the pack.” My child. My reason to fight. My reason to stand tall, despite Rhys’s threat. Derrick took a step behind me, his body heat comforting behind the jumble of things in my head. The creak of the wood beneath his boots brought me out of my trance. “Serena,” he said, his voice quiet yet commanding, “we must reinforce the eastern wing. The scouts report that Rhys’s rogues are drawing nearer.”I glanced over my shoulder into his green eyes, the eyes that had sheltered me and then broken me with his secrets. Now, they carried something new—vulnerability, a crack in the armor of the Alpha I’d met. “I know,” I replied, my voice more measured than I felt. “I’ve mapped their patterns. They’re not just circling — they’re testing us, feeling for soft spots. I’ll be able to follow their motion tonight and allow us to predict their attack

Serena’s POVI blinked my eyes open and heavy, my eyelids were met with the sterile smell of herbs and antiseptic that made my nose sting. The infirmary. I stretched out on a hard cot, a scratchy blanket between me and the thin mattress. I was in pain, each muscle yelling like I had been ripped apart and sewn back together. But it wasn’t the pain that squeezed my chest — it was the healer’s words, “The baby’s heartbeat is irregular.”I placed shaking hands on my stomach again, my fingers splayed over the curve where my child was. My child. The one thing I’d counted on through the betrayal, the running, the fear. Now, even that seemed tenuous, a thread ready to break. The healer, a middle-aged woman with silver-streaked hair and eyes that seemed to have more than a few unsolved mysteries in their depths, had loomed over me earlier, speaking in a hushed and dire tone. “Power, Serena — it’s waking up. But it’s taking a toll. The spike during the battle with Rhys… it could have hurt the b

Serena’s POVI was sitting on the end of my bed with my fingers shaking, running over the odd, shimmering mark that was now visible on my shoulder. It was not a bruise or a scar, but it was delicate. My heart pounded in my chest, an exhilarating combination of awe and dread. This wasn’t normal. Not for an Omega without a wolf like myself.I'd had little sleep since Derrick and I had returned from the border, with that eerie message from Alpha Rhys carved in the tree. And now this mark. It seemed like a warning, a brand, a claim from something that was much larger than myself. What does this sign tell us?I threw on a long-sleeved shirt overtop to cover it, and made my way out of my room where the packhouse was silent in the pre-dawn hours. The air was heavy and oppressive, as if even the walls were holding their breath. I wanted answers, and there was nobody I trusted to give them but one—Elder Mara, the pack’s healer, whose half-mad wisdom had steered me through the darkest days.Th