All Chapters of THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LUCIANSelena was carrying my baby.Those words hadn’t stopped echoing in my head since she said them. They hit me harder than anything I had ever faced—harder than war, harder than betrayal, harder than rejection. A part of me wanted to cry, but I didn’t even know how to do that anymore. It was strange how an entire life could shift with one truth. Everything I thought I cared about—my title, the pack, the weight of being alpha—it had all faded into the background.This… this baby growing inside her… that was what mattered now.And her.I kept seeing the look in her eyes when she told me. The way her hand had moved over her stomach, so gently, like she was protecting a secret more precious than anything in the world. I should’ve been the one protecting them from the beginning. But I wasn’t. I had failed her. I had failed both of them before I even knew they existed together.I kept thinking about that night.The one I forced her to remember today. The one I had tried to forget, but g

LUCIANMy father was more than just an alpha. Long before the Bloodfang crest sat on his shoulders, before the pack even whispered his name with reverence, he was already a legend in Silvergate—a city of gleaming towers, hidden fangs, and ruthless power games. That city wasn’t for the faint-hearted. It was home to the richest werewolves in the country—old money, new empires, cutthroat ambition wrapped in thousand-dollar suits. And my father, somehow, carved his own place among them.He left Bloodfang when he was barely twenty. Said he wanted more than tradition, more than the same tired rituals passed down in the name of the moon goddess. He was a visionary. While other wolves were chasing rank, he chased innovation. He built a billion-dollar tech conglomerate—Lunarion Corp—from the ground up. It started as a modest business in a cramped office in Silvergate’s Lower Crescent. Five years later, it became the leading firm in werewolf technology—security systems, territory surveillance,

SELENAI ran my fingers along the velvet curtains that framed the tall glass windows, watching the morning sun spill through like liquid gold. The fabric felt too soft—unnaturally soft. Just like everything else in this place. I stood there, motionless, breathing in the clean air. No dust. No blood. No muffled howls or threats hiding in the shadows. Just peace. The kind of peace that felt so perfect, it made my skin crawl.It had been two weeks since Lucian brought me here. Two weeks of silence, silver trays, silk robes, and spotless rooms. Every corner of this house shimmered with effort I hadn’t made. There were maids for everything—clothes, food, cleaning, even my smallest need. They moved without sound, graceful and invisible, almost like magic. I hadn’t done a single thing for myself, and yet everything was always done. At first, I offered to help. I wanted to feel useful. But my attempts were gently brushed aside, like I might ruin the rhythm of perfection.I wanted to love it—a

LUCIANSelena hadn’t said a single word to me. I had gone up to that room more times than I could count, calling her name softly, even just standing at the door, hoping she’d say something—anything. But nothing.The silence had been unbearable.Now I was downstairs again, sitting on the edge of the couch like I didn’t even know what furniture was for anymore. My elbows rested on my knees, hands clasped tightly like I was praying to a god I’d never really spoken to. I couldn’t sit still. My leg kept bouncing. The clock ticked louder than usual, and the air felt thick, like it was pressing down on me.I didn’t know what was happening to her. And it was driving me crazy.She had barely told me about her experiences in the rogue's land. I hadn’t asked her about it. I thought she just needed time—maybe she was overwhelmed, maybe scared, maybe traumatized. And I could live with that. I could help her through that. But today, when she looked me in the eye and said, "This isn’t the life fo

SELENANow I understood clearly why I had to return to Bloodfang.It wasn’t just a feeling anymore. It wasn’t just the aching pain in my chest or the burning pulse that ran through my veins when the moonlight struck my skin earlier in the day. No. It was deeper now. Sharper. Like truth slicing through fog. The Moon Goddess had sent that pain as a warning. A message I couldn’t ignore. Elder Damon’s arrival had only confirmed it—the urgency in his voice, the wild panic in his eyes.It all made sense now.I was the one destined to save them.And for a moment, I had almost forgotten.Life here with Lucian had softened the edges of my resolve. The warmth of his touch, the safety of his home, the luxury and ease of the city—it had dulled the memory of what I had left behind. The calm mornings. The quiet nights. The way my heart stopped aching for battle, and my skin stopped burning beneath the moon. I had allowed myself to rest in his world, to pretend for just a little while that the peace