Alle Kapitel von His Omega Luna : Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Freya’s POVMy eyes fluttered open as I finally escaped the grasp of sleep, haunted by the man in the hooded cloak who had chased Lyra and me so hotly. At first, I thought it was the lingering dread from earlier: the chase, the shadows, Lyra’s trembling fingers clutching mine. I was scared to see that Alpha Kieran was gone. Lyra slept deeply beside me, her breath soft and steady. Whatever courage had carried her through the night had burned out, leaving only exhaustion behind. She turned and squirmed on the sheets, wrinkling them.But it wasn’t her movement that woke me. It was a loud bang, like something falling, then a sound similar to a woman shuddering, a man giving a low growl, body parts slapping against each other. A stifled moan, and then a growl.I sat up in bed and scanned the room. The door to Alpha Kieran's study was slightly ajar, opening a crack. I walked gingerly toward it and peeped through. My heart thudded once. Hard.No. It couldn’t be! I must be hallucinating.But

Lyra’s POVFreya had been avoiding me all morning. She brushed past me in the corridor after lunch, muttered something about inventory, and disappeared. I stood there for a long moment, watching the space she left behind. Something was wrong. By evening, I couldn’t take it anymore.I found her in the laundry quarters, folding sheets with mechanical precision. Harsh folds. Sharp corners. Like she was wrestling the fabric into obedience.“Freya?” I called softly.She froze—not dramatically, just a tiny pause, the kind that told me it wasn’t the sheets making her hands shake. She didn’t turn. With her back to me, her head moved stiffly.“Yes?” she asked more than answered.Her voice was calm, even—unlike her. I stepped closer, unsure whether to reach out and place my longing palm on her shoulder or leave her alone. My instincts were a mess lately; everything inside me felt fragile, as if the ground kept shifting.“You’ve barely looked at me today,” I whispered.She turned slowly and care

Freya’s POVIt wasn’t even up to an hour since I’d left the laundry room when Lyra appeared in front of me again demanding answers I don’t have.Suddenly I felt a familiar gaze glued to me. It made my heart pause, then beat uncontrollably.Alpha Kieran.I watched as he leaned casually against the archway of the hall, his jaw now tightened, his eyes sharp and unreadable. My body tensed at his presence, my fingers clutching the edge of the basket packed with clothes. He didn’t bother to speak at first, just stood there staring at me, his gaze heavy, making my breath catch.Lyra, who was standing in front of me, carefully followed my gaze until it landed on him. “Oh… Kieran.” Her voice was light, very much delighted, and innocent.Kieran stepped closer, slowly and deliberately, his presence carefully distracting Lyra from whatever question she had come to ask me.“Good morning,” he said softly, almost sounding conversational. But I couldn’t help noticing how his gaze flicked to me before

Lyra’s POV“Freya,” I called cautiously, stepping closer as she organized the trays in the kitchen. “Can I ask you something?”She looked up quickly, her eyes guarded, her hands pausing mid-motion. “Of course. Go ahead,” she said, her voice steady—but something in it made me tense.“It’s about Seraphina,” I said, lowering my voice, unsure how to phrase it without sounding accusatory. “I’ve noticed some things, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about it.”Her eyebrows knitted together slightly, concern flickering across her face. “Not everything you see is what it seems, Lyra,” she said, picking up a tray with deliberate calm and avoiding my gaze.“But it doesn’t feel like that to me,” I pressed, stepping closer. “She’s always around these days. I see traces of her—even her choking perfume, people are whispering out of place. And every time you’re near me, you seem different. Mostly very nervous.”Freya stiffened, but she didn’t turn to face me. “I’m just careful, tha

Lyra’s POV“Why didn’t you do anything till this moment?”Kieran didn’t move or say anything immediately. It was more like he was buying time to figure out how to reply to my question without letting on that something wasn't right since he returned.He stood quietly by the window, his back to me. But the morning light aided in carving his tall frame into something very distant… and unreachable.“Lyra,” he said finally, his voice coming out very low, yet controlled. “This isn’t something you just jump into without making inquiries.”“How you really making inquiries?” I let out a small laugh—which was humourless, by the way. “And this isn’t how you treat someone you call your Luna.”That got his attention as I wanted it to. He turned slowly to face me, his eyes locking onto mine too deeply, and for a second... I saw something that made my heart leap.I was sure it wasn't anger, but something much heavier.“What exactly are you talking about?” he asked softly. That made my chest tighten