All Chapters of The Rose Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EthanWhen I woke up, the soft light of dawn was just beginning to filter through the curtains. I glanced at the clock: 5 a.m. Right on time for morning practice. I shifted carefully, trying not to disturb Rosemary, who was still asleep beside me, her body curled peacefully against mine. For a moment, I just watched her, unable to fully process how much had changed in such a short time.But as much as I wanted to stay there, wrapped in the warmth of her presence, I had responsibilities to attend to. I slipped out of bed quietly, moving with care to avoid waking her. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, and I exhaled in relief as I made my way to the bathroom.I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, letting the heat work its way into my muscles. The steady stream pounded against my back, but my mind was elsewhere. It was strange - having her here, knowing she was mine, but still feeling like we were navigating uncharted territory. I had waited so long for this moment, a

Rosemary Ethan led me outside to a car, and we drove silently for about 20 minutes. The weight of everything hung heavy between us, the quiet making space for my thoughts to wander. Beyond the lake and away from the pack’s houses, the oracle’s home sat like an island, isolated from the rest of the world. As we walked toward the door, it swung open as though Amber had expected us. She stood there, her expression calm, holding the door for us to enter.The living room was modest but inviting, with a strange air of ancient wisdom hanging in the corners. I sat down on one of the sofas, feeling the unease settling deep in my bones, while Ethan stood behind me, ever the protector.“It’s about time we all speak together,” Amber said, her voice steady, her gaze shifting between Ethan and me. Ethan gave her a slight nod, his eyes dark with something unreadable.Amber skipped the formalities, her demeanor serious. “I know you have many questions, and I’ll answer them in due time, but first, I

RosemaryI’ve been living with the pack for over 3 months now, slowly adjusting to the rhythm of pack life. It’s strange how quickly everything that felt foreign now seems almost normal. When the new semester began, I opted for online courses, juggling my studies while helping Grace with her intel work. She taught me the basics of gathering information, though my role mainly involved handling the tech side of things. Grace and I became fast friends, bonding over long hours in front of computer screens and whispered conversations about the pack’s dynamics. But Nathaniel still held the title of my best friend, always there with his familiar grin, reminding me of the life I had before all of this.Nathaniel’s presence was a steady comfort. It surprised me when I learned he already had a business degree - he had only enrolled to find me. Now, when he wasn’t traveling with Dylan for Ethan’s business, he was helping me study, guiding me through the chaos of exams and coursework. There was s

EthanI hesitate just outside the door, hearing faint music pouring out from inside. For a second, I think about turning back, about leaving things the way they’ve been. But deep down, I know nothing will change if I don’t make the first move. If I don’t take the risk now, this distance between us will keep growing, and I can’t let that happen. Not anymore.I knock a few times, and after a brief pause, I hear a soft “come in.”When I step inside, I’m struck by how different the room looks compared to the last time I saw it. The once-cluttered space has been transformed. The boxes are gone, replaced by fabric draped across the floor. Canvases of all sizes line the walls, some unfinished, some barely started. In the middle of the room is Rose, standing amid a dozen half-finished paintings. She looks startled by my presence, her eyes wide, caught between focus and surprise.“Hey, Ethan,” she said, wiping her hands on her jeans. “What are you doing here? Am I interrupting in here?”“No, o

Nathaniel“Wake up, dude.”Dylan’s voice shakes me from sleep as his arm nudges my shoulder. I blink my eyes open, still groggy from the flight.“Are we about to land?” I asked, my voice rough.“Yeah,” he replied, his tone clipped but calm. “We’ll be landing in Moscow in half an hour.”I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to shake off the fog. “Remind me again, why are we here?”Dylan glances at me over his laptop screen, his fingers still typing. “Grace spotted something in Moscow’s local news. A man was found in the woods without his heart. It’s our best lead on Andromeda.”I nod, feeling the familiar weight of responsibility settle back over me. The thought of what we’re chasing, what’s out there, leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. As the plane descends, Dylan returns to work, and I’m left alone with my thoughts.When we step out of the airport, a driver from one of the largest packs in Moscow is waiting for us. Ethan must have reached out to their Alpha and made the necessary arra