All Chapters of Usurped Luna, you and the triplets are mine!!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chap. 22: Death’s Embrace“Lana married him,” her mother finished, her voice heavy with something that sounded like guilt.The impact hit like a punch. Maya sat up in bed as if her world was collapsing.She staggered back a step, her breath growing unsteady.“No… There’s something I heard… I’ll be able to live with you, right?”But her parents didn’t answer. Their apprehensive looks said it all.“Yes?...” she murmured, shaking her head in denial.But the seriousness in their eyes said otherwise.“I’m sorry,” her mother continued, though her expression hardened. “Now we need to make sure you’re not pregnant.”Maya froze.“What?”Her mother raised a small vial filled with a dark liquid.“You need to take it. Now, I know it’s not your fault that someone dared do this to you, but… we need to get rid of what might be growing inside you.”“What are you saying? That I’m supposed to… terminate a pregnancy?”Maya’s heart pounded, the realization hitting her like thunder. It was an abortive.He

Chapter 24 – All for the OffspringI still had the bitter taste of the medicine in my mouth—the one that should have killed a supposed life growing inside me—and a searing pain in my chest from that embrace. It felt like my heart was being squeezed by something invisible.I swallowed hard, feeling my whole body vibrate with an energy I didn't recognize. My muscles, which had always been weak, seemed to pulse with strength, as if something new was inside me... something alive.Still, I couldn’t erase the fact that they had tried to kill me. And they might try again if they find out I’m still alive.The memory of the liquid forcing its way down my throat, the bitter taste, the despair flooding my chest… it all came rushing back. My father whispering apologies. My mother hesitating, yet still condemning me.But I survived. Something inside me kept me alive. Could it be… could it be because I really am pregnant?The thought made me hold my breath.My chest still burned, but it wasn’t the

Chapter 26 – Prisoner to the BeastsAhead, beyond an old, black iron gate, corroded by time, there was a wide, circular space. An arena. Not one of those glorious kinds, but a raw, brutal pit surrounded by stone stands, where figures with wild eyes perched like birds of prey. In the center, the ground bore marks of claws, sweat, and dried blood.I wasn’t supposed to be there, and to make matters worse, I had entered through the back door—the very one used for bringing in new creatures to be thrown into cells or where wolves were tossed to be devoured. I trembled, my body shifting into full alert. I tried to flee.But before I could take a step back, voices surrounded me.“Well, what do we have here?” a man said, stepping out of the shadows with a twisted, cruel grin. He was broad, with arms like tree trunks and eyes void of empathy.Others appeared—a group of lycans. Half men, half wolves, their bodies scarred, their eyes those of killers who had enjoyed the act.“A wanderer?” one of

Chapter 28: The Mark of the Condemned Is a BurdenThe silence that lingered after the sentence was more cruel than words. Those present looked on with scornful eyes, as if silently telling her she deserved that fate. The sound of Maya’s footsteps on the dry dirt path of the wolf village echoed like a funeral march throughout the territory. The distant stone gates marked the end of everything she had ever known—and the beginning of an unknown abyss.Kan watched her from a distance, unmoving, like a shadow among the columns of the warriors’ temple. His eyes, once golden like wild amber, had turned black as a moonless night. He followed her with surgical precision, studying every curve of her exposed skin, her neck now that she no longer wore her hood, every hesitation in her trembling fingers gripping the fabric. But when the wind lifted strands of her hair, revealing the delicate outline of her neck, something inside him shifted."That’s exactly where I want it," he murmured, eyes fixe

Chapter 30 – A Misadventure and a Venture“Is this bench public, or do you charge admission?” said a male voice, lighthearted but not intrusive.Maya looked to the side cautiously.It was a young man, maybe around twenty-four, tall and lean—the kind of person who seemed to walk the city a lot. Maybe a college student, or someone who simply belonged to the streets. He wore dark jeans, simple sneakers, and a linen button-up shirt over a light t-shirt. Everything was clean, well-fitted, with that effortless elegance that comes from someone who doesn’t try too hard, but still gets it right.His dark brown hair was slightly messy, as if the wind always passed through there first. The thin-rimmed glasses gave him an intellectual charm, and though he was discreet, it was impossible to ignore his striking features—a well-defined jawline, sharp eyes, almost too kind for a stranger. He was ordinary… but with something captivating. A kind of beauty that came from naturalness.He had the look of