All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The dawn emerged with an odd, unsettling tranquility—one of those stillnesses that felt anything but serene, burdened as if the atmosphere itself was waiting in anticipation. Aria perceived it the instant she exited her quarters. The hallways of the fortress were silent, too silent, yet her instincts prickled sharply against her skin. Something was amiss.She hurried down the staircase, her footsteps inaudible despite her haste. Rowan had departed before dawn for an unexpected assembly with the elders, and while he claimed it was a routine matter, she had detected a tension in him—tense shoulders, curt replies, and a lingering glance he thought had gone unnoticed.Aria reached the main hall to find Elena awaiting her, arms crossed, brows furrowed.“We have an issue,” Elena stated bluntly.Aria felt her heart constrict. “What occurred?”Elena let out a sharp breath. “The western patrol hasn’t reported back. They were supposed to return an hour ago. Lyra tried contacting them—no respons

The forest engulfed Aria completely.Its shadows loomed darker than the night, its stillness unsettling, as if every living creature within the woods had collectively ceased to exist. The air pulsated with the echo of Rowan’s warning—“If you pursue him alone, you might not come back.”Nevertheless, Aria pressed on.Her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, pacing, driven forward by the faint but undeniable tug of a connection she couldn’t fully understand. Not the mate-bond. Not the Alpha-link. Something more ancient. Something she had never been meant to experience.Twigs snapped behind her.“Aria, stop!” Kael's voice rang out in the darkness.She chose to disregard him.Every fiber of her being insisted she must reach that clearing—the one imbued with that impossible energy. The one that had nearly brought Rowan to his knees. The one that had caused warriors to quake. The one that had called out her name.Not uttered. Called out. As if the forest itself carried the sound.A chil

THE TRUTH ARIA NEVER SAW COMINGThe Moonstone courtyard was eerily quiet—unnaturally quiet. Even the wind appeared to pause, as if it understood that a single misplaced whisper could fracture everything that was still holding Aria together. Torches flickered against the stone walls, their dim light casting shadows on the faces of warriors who were feigning indifference.Aria stood at the heart of the courtyard, her cloak billowing behind her like a shadow attempting to cling to her form. Her palms still throbbed from the earlier surge of power—power she was not meant to possess, power she still did not fully comprehend.Rowan faced her, arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched, eyes locked onto her as if anticipating another explosion.“Say it,” Aria insisted, her voice steady yet low, quivering with suppressed rage. “You claimed you had answers. I am finished waiting, Rowan.”He took a slow breath. “Aria… the truth is not something that can be easily conveyed.”Her laughter was ting

The Moon’s PriceThe sky was a deep shade when Aria opened her eyes. She didn’t remember collapsing. She didn’t know when everything turned dark. But she remembered the light—blinding, ancient, powerful—pulling her through memories that weren’t hers, truths she wasn’t ready for, and a pain that felt like it was tearing her apart. Now, she lay on cool stone, her breath shallow, her skin damp with sweat. Her vision cleared slowly. Rowan knelt beside her, his hands shaking as they hovered over her cheeks. He was afraid to touch her, terrified of losing her. “Aria—Aria, look at me.” His voice cracked, like something inside him was breaking. She blinked, weak but aware. “Rowan…” He let out a shaky breath, relief washing over him as he finally pulled her into his arms. His embrace felt desperate—an Alpha clinging to the one thing he couldn’t afford to lose. “You scared me,” he whispered into her hair. Aria wrapped her arms around him, but her chest trembled from the force of what

When the Moon Chooses SidesThe night felt heavier than usual.Not because of storm clouds or rain, but rather something invisible, pressing down on the land like a breath held too long.Aria stood at the edge of the Silvercrest borders, her cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders as the wind whispered through the trees. Ever since she left the ruins, the forest had felt different. The moon above shone brighter, colder—almost as if it were watching her closely now.Judging her.Choosing her.Rowan stood beside her, quiet and alert. He hadn’t said much since Elder Morian vanished into smoke, but Aria could sense his thoughts hanging in the air like a taut string. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, restless and angry.“You’re thinking about what he said,” Aria murmured.Rowan didn’t argue. “He didn’t threaten us like men usually do. He warned us.”Aria’s jaw tightened. “Warnings from the High Council are just threats dressed up in patience.”Rowan glanced at her. “You’ve changed.”Sh