All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The Moon Between Them The forest seemed to hold its breath. Ash drifted through the atmosphere like gently falling snow, faintly illuminated by the moon. The night felt overly quiet, almost oppressive—like the world itself was afraid of what might occur next. Selene stood frozen in place. The fragrance of smoke and soil filled her lungs, but all she could sense was the wild, electric tug of the bond—the very one she had tried to stifle for moons. And now, right before her, stood the man she could never forget. Reven. He emerged from the shadows, his figure tall and unyielding, cloaked in darkness. His silver gaze captured the moonlight—haunted, furious, yet undeniably alive. He was no longer the calm, steadfast Alpha she once revered. His presence was sharper, colder, like steel tempered by sorrow. Selene’s heartbeat quickened. Every instinct urged her to speak, but her throat refused to cooperate. “Reven…” The name fell softly from her lips, delicate, as though utter

Shadows of MemoryThe moon hung low in the darkened sky, its silvery light barely penetrating the thick fog that rolled over the valley. Selene stood at the remnants of the ancient temple where the goddess once was worshipped, her cloak brushing against the stones that murmured with echoes of forgotten prayers. Each shadow seemed to hold a memory, each whisper a voice from her history.Reven stood beside her, quiet but steadfast — a presence she could finally rely on once more. His fierce golden eyes softened when they met hers. Pain and guilt still lingered, but there was also something else… something that had been lost and was gradually coming back.“You used to visit this place,” he spoke softly. “Before the curse. You’d ask for peace — even in times when I didn’t believe it was possible.”Selene’s lips formed a slight smile, though her heart was heavy. “I prayed for you,” she said quietly. “For us. For the pack. But I think… perhaps the goddess never listened. Or maybe she did, a

The Flame of TruthSilence enveloped the ruins. Only the wind dared to murmur between the shattered walls as Kael stepped out into the moonlight. His unruly dark hair framed his face, and his crimson eyes shimmered with otherworldly power. Time had altered him — or perhaps the curse had. The boy who once considered Reven a brother now resembled more of a vengeful creature than a wolf.Selene’s heartbeat thundered in her chest. She felt the bond within her stirring, responding to Kael’s presence like fire igniting oil.“Kael,” Reven spoke, his tone steady yet menacing. “You should have remained buried with your sins.”Kael laughed, a deep, bitter sound filled with too much anguish. “And miss the reunion? You truly hurt me, brother.” He tilted his head, glancing at Selene. “Or should I refer to her as your Luna? Tell me, Reven, does she still pray to the goddess who deserted her? Or have you both realized that love is simply another deception?”Selene’s jaw clenched, but she stood her g

The Shadow After the DawnThe cool night air still resonated with the remnants of conflict—the murmurs of wolves who had battled, bled, and emerged victorious. The moon hung low in the sky, draping the world in silver as if attempting to cleanse the crimson reminders of the events that had transpired just hours ago. The atmosphere was thick with weariness and relief, yet an unsettling silence lingered beneath the surface.Selene stood at the boundary of the clearing, her bare feet sinking into the cool ground. A gentle breeze tangled her hair as it wafted the scents of smoke, blood, and earth toward her. The pack was mending, slowly reassembling itself, but her heart resisted finding peace.Reven made his way toward her from behind, his approach silent yet confident. Even without turning around, she sensed him—the way his presence always stabilized her, calming her inner turmoil. “You need to rest,” he said softly, his voice low and rough from exhaustion and something deeper—concern.

The Moon's WhisperThe next night arrived under a facade of tranquility. The air was refreshing, filled with the aromatic scent of pine and the sounds of nighttime creatures. Yet beneath the quiet, there was something peculiar—an unseen vibration that only the wolves could sense. It throbbed through the earth like a subtle heartbeat, timeless and restless.Selene stirred awake, her expression tense. The dream returned—this time more vividly.She found herself in a field of white lilies under a scarlet sky. The moon hung overhead, larger and brighter than ever, its glow shimmering as if it were alive. The woman from her previous visions stood at the distant edge of the field, her silver gaze glimmering with sadness.“Your blood remembers,” the woman murmured. “The moon does not forget its chosen ones.”Selene attempted to approach, but her feet felt glued to the ground. The earth shattered beneath her, and dark strands of light began to creep up her legs. Fear surged in her chest. “Who