All Chapters of THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LUCIANI chose to be at the border myself.Not just because I was the Alpha or because I needed to be in control, but because Adrian had made a promise — one I had every reason to doubt.Three days ago, he told me he would send his daughter to Bloodfang. He said she would come willingly. He said this child she now carried — the child that was mine — would be delivered into this world under my watch. And now, the time had come to see if that promise meant anything at all.Since dawn, we had been watching. My warriors and I took turns patrolling the border. Some perched in trees, others stationed at ground level. The rest, like me, waited quietly in the shade of thick trees near the northern gate, eyes trained on the horizon, ears listening for the faintest hoofbeat or the sound of armor clinking from afar.The sun had risen slowly, casting gold over the tall grass that swayed with the morning breeze. But now it stood directly above us, blazing hot and unforgiving. The sky was clear, no

SELENAI remained still as the warriors departed to their various camp sites, their boots thudding softly against the packed earth as they disappeared into the distance. I didn’t push too much or ask to go along with any of the groups—I already knew Lucian wouldn’t allow it. He had made that clear in his quiet, protective way. So I remained in the Alpha's quarters, where the walls still smelled faintly of firewood and pine, and the air was thick with silence.I remained inside for most of the day, the walls of the Alpha's quarters holding me in a silence I couldn't shake. Time passed slowly, the shadows shifting across the floor as the sun moved through the sky. It wasn't until the light began to soften—when afternoon bled quietly into evening—that I finally stepped outside.The air was cooler now, touched with the faint promise of dusk. I walked beneath the open sky, letting the quiet settle over me like a second skin. Behind the main hall, I found my usual place beneath the old tree

SELENAI moved toward them in unhurried steps, my boots pressing lightly into the soft earth, each pace deliberate, as though the weight of the moment itself slowed me down. My eyes shifted between Lucian and Lilith, and though I told myself to look away, I couldn’t. She was here—after all this time, after the shadow she had cast over my life—and she was as I remembered, yet altered in ways that made me pause. Her frame had grown leaner, not with the grace of someone training or thriving, but in the weary way of a person who has been walking too long with a burden they can’t set down. Her posture, though still upright, lacked the steel she once carried in her spine, and the proud tilt of her chin was nowhere to be found.Lucian’s gaze lingered on me as I approached, deep and unreadable, like there were words already formed in his mind that he had chosen not to speak—at least not yet. The warriors stood still, silent as carved stone, their watchful eyes shifting between us, as if they

SELENAThe moment I laid eyes on Lilith, when I let my gaze move over her and took in every detail, a quiet, sharp certainty began to grow inside me. Something was wrong. Not in the way she carried herself—because outwardly she seemed calm, composed, even defiant—but in the way her presence felt, the undercurrent that rippled through the air between us. It was as if her very arrival carried the weight of a plan I couldn’t yet see in full, a plan that smelled faintly of Adrian’s cunning. I had known him long enough to recognize the shadow of his hand even when the move was subtle, dressed in something that looked harmless.Lilith stood there with the posture of any strong she-wolf, shoulders back, chin tilted just high enough to suggest she would not be broken easily. There was no visible sign of pregnancy, not in her body, not in the way she moved. If she hadn’t spoken the words, if Lucian hadn’t repeated them to me, I would never have guessed she carried a child. And even now, lookin

SELENAI had directed Mara, the oldest maid in the Alpha’s quarters, to take very good care of Lilith. Mara had served in this house longer than anyone else, her quiet efficiency and unshakable loyalty making her the perfect choice for such a task.I found her in the kitchen that morning, her sleeves rolled up to the elbows, hands deep in a basin of steaming water as she rinsed the last of the breakfast plates. The scent of fresh bread lingered in the air, mixing with the sharper tang of soap, and the faint hiss of the boiling kettle filled the silence between us. She looked up as soon as I stepped in, wiping her hands on her apron before bowing her head slightly.“Mara,” I began, keeping my voice even, each word chosen carefully. “I want you to see to Lilith’s comfort. Everything she needs, she gets. Meals—hot, on time, and to her liking. Clothing—washed, folded, ready in her quarters. Keep her rooms warm, and make sure the bed is turned down each night before she comes in.”Mara’s e