All Chapters of A Luna Prize For The Twin Alphas and Their Father : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71: Safe Doesn't Feel Safe Anymore Ciara POV  My legs ached from the endless march, each step heavier than the last. The cold air bit sharper than the hunger gnawing at my stomach, but I forced myself to keep moving. The forest breathed around us in low whispers, leaves rustling, branches creaking as the first streaks of dawn pierced the horizon. Damon walked slightly ahead of me, his strides steady and purposeful. It was the way of someone who had carried people through the wilderness countless times. Every movement was precise and unhesitating. His gaze flickered back at me often. It was sharp and calculating, checking to see if I was still standing. By the time we crossed into unfamiliar territory, my lungs burned and every step felt like wading through heavy water. The air here smelled different, sharper, metallic with a hint of

Chapter 73: The Silence Between UsDamon's POVSleep refused to come even as the night dragged on like a noose tightening around my throat.And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ciara's lips tremble as she whispered those words."I'm pregnant."And then the part that gutted me more than any blade could was the admission that she wasn't sure which of us was the father. It could either be me or Daryl.The air in the small IronMist quarters felt suffocating. My chest ached with a pressure I didn't know how to release. I paced the stone floor until my boots echoed like accusations.No amount of steady breathing helped, so I poured myself a drink from Alpha Killen's decanter, some bitter spirit that burned as it went down. I wanted it to scorch the truth from my bones. I wanted it to erase the thoughts tearing at me.But even the alcohol betrayed me. It only sharpened the image of her sitting there, eyes downcast, her voice cracking as if the confession had cost her blood.She could be ca

Ciara’s POVThe ride back to BlackThorn felt like an endless road paved with betrayal that led straight into hell.The reins cut into my wrists, already raw from the constant pull, while the ropes dug tighter with every jolt of the horse dragging me forward. My shoulders ached, my legs burned from being forced to stumble in step, but I refused to cry.At least not yet.Not when Damon rode silently ahead, his broad shoulders outlined against the pale morning light, like a wall I could no longer climb.He didn’t look back.Not once.I wanted to scream his name, demand an explanation, claw the truth out of him until it bled from his lips. But the words lodged in my throat, strangled by the bitter certainty already smoldering inside me.I knew the answer.I’d always known.Damon had made a choice.And it wasn’t me.The guards flanking me muttered under their breaths, their hands never straying far from their blades. Their gazes slid over me like I was a disease, something less than wolf,

Ciara’s POVThe stone walls pressed in on me with every hour that passed. Moisture clung to the air, a damp chill that sank into my bones and refused to let go. Shadows crept along the floor, stretching like claws, and no matter how tightly I shut my eyes, I couldn’t block out the memory of Damon’s face.Or rather, the way he refused to look at me.He hadn’t spared me a glance when the BlackThorn warriors dragged me from IronMist. He hadn’t so much as blinked when the council of elders hurled their accusations. He let me stand there alone, paraded like a weapon someone had foolishly unleashed, their voices dripping with suspicion and fear.I thought I had already gone numb. King Donovan’s death should have hollowed me out enough. The weight of being accused of murdering a king should have crushed me past the point of feeling. But Damon’s silence carved deeper wounds than all of it.I shouldn’t have believed him when he said I was safe. I shouldn’t have wanted to believe him in the fir

Daryl's POV"Think carefully," I said.My hands were empty, and I kept them open at my sides so they could see I meant no theatrics. My shoulders were square, and the set of my jaw refused to soften.I could feel the tightness in my neck like a band, the hum of adrenaline beneath my skin. I watched for any softening in Garret, any sign he might strike out of pride and ruin his standing.He did not move.Seraphina stepped forward then, slowly. The hem of her gown whispered along the floor. She lifted her chin higher, and the movement made the scar along her throat catch the light."You would protect her," she said.Her voice did not waver, but the small catch at the back of her throat betrayed her. Her hand hovered near the pommel of her dagger before falling away. Her pupils narrowed until they were slits."I would protect her," I repeated. I let my hands show the tremor running through them so they would know my strength had a price. "She is not a thing you bargain over. You will not