All Chapters of THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SELENAThe silence between us was deafening, but in that quiet, something powerful shifted. I had already made up my mind. I wasn’t going to look back. My path was clear, even if it terrified me. But then, his eyes found mine—soft, open, resolute."Selena," Lucian said, his voice low but sure, "I will go with you. I will fight with you. For your sake... and for the sake of our baby, I will leave everything once again."My breath hitched. I hadn’t expected that. Just moments ago, he’d been pleading, trying to hold me back, to make me see reason. But now, he was choosing to go with me. My heart trembled, and my body felt lighter, steadier, like something deep inside me had anchored. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear those words until they slipped from his lips.His arms opened, and I stepped into them, letting his warmth swallow my doubts like a tide sweeping over cold stone. I collapsed into his chest, breathing in the scent that had become home to me. His arms folded tightly

LUCIAN We arrived at Bloodfang Pack just as the last light of dusk gave way to nightfall. The sky above was smeared in strokes of dark purple and fading gold, but the land beneath it was darker still. The once vibrant heart of the pack stood cloaked in a heavy, almost oppressive silence. The Alpha house—once a symbol of pride, strength, and order—stood like a hollow giant, its windows dim, its towering structure stripped of its former glory. Vines crept along the lower walls as though nature itself had begun reclaiming it. The wind whispered through the cracks in the wooden fencing like it mourned with the people. I stepped out of the car slowly, Selena close by my side, her arm brushing against mine. Her sharp eyes scanned the stillness before us, and I felt her grip tighten ever so slightly, as if bracing herself for something she couldn’t yet see. It had only been two weeks and a few days since we left, but the changes that met us were chilling. The streets, once alive with th

LUCIANThe dawn broke like a warrior in gleaming armor. The sunlight tore through the sky with gold-edged blades, slicing away the last remnants of night. It bathed Bloodfang in its radiant warmth, a sign—to me, to all of us—that the heavens had opened their arms to our cause. The air shimmered with anticipation. It was the kind of morning that called men to battle, that made the blood stir and the bones ache for victory.I stood on the steps of the Alpha house, my sword slung across my back, watching as the warriors assembled. The yard was alive, humming with raw energy. Wolves, young and old, donned their leathers and armor. Faces once dulled by fear now gleamed with conviction. Some painted marks of war on their cheeks; others tied red cloths around their wrists in honor of fallen kin. Songs rose from the crowd—not just any song, but the old marching song of Bloodfang, one that had not been heard since the last time we fought.We welcomed the sun with steel and with purpose. The cl

LUCIANWe had almost reached our horses, the leather saddles glinting faintly under the soft sunlight, when his voice stopped us."Lucian, wait."Adrian's tone had changed. It no longer carried the edge of mockery. Instead, it sounded urgent, tinged with something that almost resembled desperation. I halted, turning slowly to face him. My warriors stood behind me, alert and ready, but I could sense their confusion.He was walking toward us, his face flushed, breathing slightly heavier than before. Something had shifted. Whatever he had come to say earlier wasn't the whole of it. I could feel it in the air between us.I glanced at my warriors, then back at Adrian. My instincts whispered caution, but my heart whispered another chance at peace. And for the sake of Bloodfang, for the sake of those waiting for us back home, I decided to listen.We followed him back into the hall. The great doors opened with a groan, the hinges protesting under the weight of old wood and tension. The hall w

CHAPTER 60 LucianMy hand moved on its own, eager, trembling with a strange craving I had never felt before. My mouth, dry and warm, suddenly longed for something—anything—to quench a thirst I hadn’t known existed until now.The moment the rim of the glass touched my lips, I drank like a man who had wandered for days in a sunless desert. The wine was rich—full-bodied, smooth, and expensive in a way words could never describe. It wasn’t just wine. It was like drinking velvet wrapped in flame. Before I even realized it, the glass was already half empty.I blinked, raising it slightly to the light as if that would slow time. I wanted more, but all that remained was a final mouthful—and then, nothing. I had finished it. Drained it to the last drop.She was still there. Elegant. The goddess in gold. Her touch had replaced the glass. Her fingers, cool and featherlight, were now stroking through my hair, and I—I leaned into her.I didn’t want her to stop. Every stroke of her fingers pulled