All Chapters of THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LucianThe healer’s room was dim, the curtains drawn. The scent of burning sage lingered in the air, meant to calm nerves, but it only made my stomach turn. I lay there, stiff on the healer’s bed, staring at the cracked ceiling like it held answers. I’d heard whispers outside for hours—quiet, tense, heavy. Footsteps pacing. Voices that stopped every time I moved.They were waiting.The healer had told me that the elders. The enforcers. Even a few pack members were standing in a solemn line outside like this was a funeral.Maybe it was.I knew what came next.My body ached—still too weak to shift, too raw to move without pain. My wolf… silent. Absent. And without him, I was no one.The door creaked open.I didn’t need to look. I know the voice.Elder Damon.He walked in slowly, the weight of age in his joints, but it wasn’t just that. He carried something heavier than time—guilt.He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment before pulling the wooden stool closer and sitting down. His e

SELENAI didn’t remember when I slept. One moment I was watching the stars. The next… silence. Not even a dream. Just nothing.When my eyes blinked open, the world looked different. Brighter. The forest wasn't pitch-black anymore. The deep night had softened into a dull gray. Faint light was crawling across the sky—morning trying to break through.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. My back ached from the cold rock. My neck felt stiff. My fingers were numb.I stretched a little and looked around. Mist hung low on the forest floor. Everything felt too quiet, like the trees were holding their breath.How long had I been out? The last thing I remembered was whispering for one hour. Just one. But this… this was not one hour. The sky didn’t lie.I had slept longer.My heart kicked a little in my chest. I stood, brushing dirt off my clothes. I reached for the last fruit in my pocket, then stopped when I heard it.A sound. Faint. Soft. Too soft to be wind. Too close to be a bird.“Selen

SELENAThe forest floor softened beneath my feet as I walked, each step pulling me closer to the edge of Bloodfang territory. I could hear distant voices now—pack members scattered like whispers across the breeze. Laughter, movement, life. A place I once feared. A place that had turned on me. And yet, I kept walking.The treeline broke, and the full view of Bloodfang opened before me. Buildings, patrol paths, smoke curling from chimneys. And there it was—a small house off to the right, exactly where my wolf had pointed me. A strange stillness hovered around it, like it didn’t quite belong here. Something in my chest tightened.I stopped, eyes locked on the quiet structure. That was it. That was where he was. I didn’t need to ask. His presence called to me even now. Faint but familiar. And then, a figure emerged from the house.A she-wolf.I squinted. Recognition slammed into me like cold water. The healer. The same healer who had turned the pack against me. Who let Helena paint me as

CLUCIANThe last seven days had been nothing short of remarkable for me. It was the kind of peace I hadn’t known in years—the kind that seeped deep into my bones and quieted the chaos I had grown used to living with. For so long, my life had been a blur of pain, regret, and the hollow weight of responsibility. But since the past seven days, everything has changed. And the reason was simple: Selena.My healing had been rapid—almost unnatural. Physically, I could feel my strength returning each day. The aches that clung to my muscles had vanished like they were never there. But more than that, it was the healing I couldn’t see that truly stunned me. The darkness that had plagued my mind—the bitterness, the guilt, the burning silence from my wolf—was no longer there.Selena’s presence had done something to me. Her scent, her voice, her closeness—it brought calm. My wolf, who had turned his back on me, now stirred often, restless but content. We were finally aligned again. No more resista

CHAPTER 39 LucianCan we?That was all I asked her. A simple question. My voice had been quiet, almost hesitant, like a man asking for something he already knew might be denied. But I had to ask—not because I couldn’t hold back, but because I wanted her to know that her decision mattered to me.She looked up at me, her eyes calm… soft. Not afraid. Not angry. There was something peaceful in her expression—like she finally felt safe with me. That alone made my heart feel full. Her smile wasn’t wide, but it was real. The kind of smile that rises from inside when the heart is no longer carrying so much pain. But then she said no. Not yet. Not this time.And I understood her.I wasn’t disappointed. I wasn’t hurt. I was… proud of her.Proud that she could say no, and that I was finally the kind of man who could hear it without taking it personal. I laid there next to her, watching her pull the covers closer to her chest, not out of shame—but for comfort. My arm was still around her. She di