All Chapters of His Omega Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lyra’s POV“Lyra… wait.” A voice stopped me halfway, just when I was about to slip out quietly.I turned, frowning at the interruption, only to see Mira standing before me. She happened to be the youngest Omega among us, barely sixteen years old. She clutched the hem of her cloak as if her life depended on it, trembling slightly as I watched her.“What is it?” I asked her rather more sharply than I had intended to. My nerves still agitated from Ulric’s accusations. I had no intention of lashing out at her, but I did anyway.Mira sensed the change in my attitude, hesitating before speaking. Her eyes darted to and fro to see if anyone was close by.“We need to speak…speak to you on an urgent matter,” she started in a whisper.“We?” I found myself asking, my voice also dropping to a low tone like hers.As if signaled to appear, three others immediately emerged from the corner. One of them was Joren, who happened to be too lean, with a countenance that showed one who was very scared.Anot

Lyra's POV “Freya, what exactly do you mean by that?” My voice shook slightly as the candlelight shone on her face. "You mentioned Moon Crowned? What about the Wolf King? Using blood to pay what price? I’d love for you to say it plainly for my understanding.”Her gaze didn’t shift, not even for a second. “It’s not possible for me to say them plainly, Lyra. The prophecy was never meant to come out in a way many would understand. It was only for guidance, for dictation.”I clenched my fists as I tried to get a hold of myself. “To guide? Because right now, it doesn’t feel that way. Rather, it is a torment.”Freya exhaled slowly, like one carrying a heavy weight. The one belonging to centuries. “You asked questions, the reason Seraphina never seems to flinch, but always dares to take a stand with confidence and boldness? Why, despite all your efforts, fate ends up twisting you around Alpha Kieran? This is exactly why. The prophecy is not about anyone else but you, Lyra. You are the Moon

Kieran's POV “They’ll all be restless right now,” I said flatly, my voice heavy with concern.If there were a way I would abandon this battle and go back, I would have done it without thinking. But following such a step would end up with the destruction of many villages, and as the Alpha, I:m meant to protect my Pack.Even while here, Lyra’s absence is still felt. I can’t remember the last time I had such a feeling. The kiss was intense—the one that I poured my soul out on before departing for this battle.While here, I had gotten news of Brenna’s betrayal: how she switched sides the moment she noticed I wasn’t in the Pack anymore.And while still here, some council members had made their way to meet me, thereby neglecting the affairs of the Pack they were meant to take care of.Elder Rowan was the first to lean forward and talk the moment they got my attention. I hadn’t stopped thinking about what would have happened to make them look for me themselves instead of sending the guards—

Lyra’s POV“Your Majesty, don’t you think the council would be furious if they found out you secretly left the palace to…”“Then, let them be,” I replied, not allowing Freya to finish. I was dressing up as she tried to persuade me to change my mind, but I didn’t agree. “I won’t sit comfortably on that throne while the villages burn down, Freya. After the dream I had last night, it would be cruel of me to sit back and do nothing. I saw Kieran completely covered in ashes, bleeding while the moon shone faintly. I can sense some strange happenings in my spirit. Something is definitely wrong.”Freya exhaled sharply, already tired of trying to convince me otherwise. Not long after, we were on our way, our steps hurried, ensuring no one saw us. The cold of the night was so damp, even to the point of biting through my thick cloak; my heart pounded uncontrollably, but my mind was already made up. Behind us were two guards, Milo and Tessa. Both of them are Omegas—the few loyal ones that didn’t

Lyra’s POV“Open the gates!” I commanded, my voice hoarse and loud, even in the rain that had started before we got to the palace.As I made the order, the guards scrambled to their feet to obey, making the iron gate open enough for us to slip through. My cloak was completely drenched in the rain, and my hair was tangled stubbornly. My hands were still trembling, not just from the rain, but from what I saw at the Ember Hollow. The smell of ashes had refused to leave me, clinging to my body like a curse, continuously reminding me of where I was coming from. Freya, on the other hand, rode beside me, but extremely quiet. Her face was heavy with the unknown, her eyes shadowed, and she looked dangerously guilty—but none of this was her fault.The few soldiers we had brought along, limped pitifully behind us. They were mostly half broken, which was caused by the encounter they had at the border.As soon as we entered the courtyard, I knew something was definitely wrong. The palace was to