All Chapters of His Omega Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lyra’s POV“She’s gone.”“What do you mean gone?” another voice hissed. “The Alpha himself gave orders that she’s to remain in the dungeon."The silence that followed was heavy, almost suffocating. I could hear them, though I lay in an open field.I awoke shivering, my cheek pressed against damp grass. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and smoke, and my body ached with a heaviness I couldn’t explain. I didn’t remember moving, let alone breaking these chains and escaping from the dungeon.There was no one around, but the voices felt so close. What was happening to me?Yet, here I was, sprawled in the woods again, the cold dew clinging to my skin. My wrists bore the raw marks of handcuffs; the cuffs were still on my wrists but the chains were gone.Panic seized me until the sight ahead steadied my breath—Elder Thorian’s house, standing quiet and dignified at the edge of the forest. Smoke curled gently from its chimney, meaning he was definitely in. I staggered to my feet, m

Lyra’s POVThe sound of carriage wheels on stone echoed through the courtyard, and every head turned. From the open door stepped Freya, pale but upright, her arm supported by the palace doctor, Sir Dorian. Her steps were slow, cautious, yet they carried weight heavier than soldiers’ boots.Her return stirred whispers like wildfire through the palace. She was supposed to be resting, hidden away until her body could stitch itself whole again. Yet here she was, summoned not by her own strength but by the hunger of men seated in the council chamber.The council wanted blood, and Freya’s presence meant they would have it. She cast me a look that said she'd gotten my note, and things will go exactly as I had planned them. I nodded in acknowledgment as the guards escorted her to the council court room.***Kieran’s POVI should have delayed them. I should have silenced their calls for trial until Freya’s wounds healed. But the weight of their pressure had grown unbearable.“An Alpha who shi

Lyra’s POVI thought I would shatter that night. Lady Seraphina hadn’t whipped me, hadn’t drawn blood—yet I still felt the imprint of her hands, invisible bruises wrapping around my spirit. She had pressed me down without raising her voice.And I survived. That was the only sentence that mattered when dawn crept into my room.I sat before the little mirror on my desk. The girl staring back looked pale, lips cracked, eyes shadowed. I touched the glass as if she were someone else.“You’re still here,” I whispered. My voice trembled, but I still had a voice.I stood up and put on my dress. The corridor outside was hushed. A few servants passed but quickly dropped their gazes. Two whispered as I moved by.“That’s her,” one hissed.“Don’t look,” the other warned.I forced my head high though my stomach knotted. I wanted to shout I can hear you! But instead I walked on.The dining hall was nearly empty. I lingered at the door, unsure if I had the right to enter. Then a voice stopped me.“Ly

Kieran’s POVMornings should have been quiet. But for me, they never were. Elder Mordecai’s voice carried too much weight for dawn.“You gave her to Seraphina. A girl like that will not survive it.”“She has,” I said.“For now. But you see it, don’t you?” His eyes narrowed. “Sooner or later, she'll ruin you.” I closed my hands into fists.“Enough!”“Do you know what she is?”“She is under my command.”“Command,” he repeated softly. “Or protection?”The word cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I turned from him, ending the conversation. “Leave now!”But the elder’s warning clung to me. Not because he was wrong—but because he was right.***Lyra’s POVBy midmorning, the palace grounds were alive with the clang of steel. The training yard echoed with grunts and sharp laughter. I should have walked past. Instead, I stopped at the archway, half-hidden by stone, because he was there.Alpha Kieran.He sparred against two guards at once, his cloak tossed aside, his chest rising steady, never

Lyra’s POVThe morning began with confidence I didn’t own. I carried the tray steady, the cups polished, the bread warm. My body hummed with a new rhythm, but I told myself I could hold it together.Kieran sat at the head of the table. Lady Seraphina beside him.Her laughter lilted like perfume, soft and practiced. His eyes lingered on her as she leaned in, speaking low, every gesture polished.I stood at the corner, invisible, clutching the tray. My throat dried.Look at me, I begged silently. See me.He didn’t.The sound hit me before the words. A thought—not mine—heavy and scornful.‘She doesn’t belong here. A shadow, nothing more. Too fragile. Too weak.’My chest seized. The voice wasn’t Seraphina’s. It was his. Alpha Kieran.The tray slipped. Metal clattered. Plates shattered against the marble, the sound too loud, too final.The room fell still.Seraphina’s lips curved. “How clumsy!” She sucked her teeth in heavy disappointment.Heat scalded my face. “Forgive me,” I whispered, k