All Chapters of The Lost Luna’s Return: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zoey’s POV“Yeah, you do that,” Lucien snaps before storming off. Damon follows in silence, and soon Raven and I are walking away too.“Sorry you had to see that,” she says as we make our way to the pack hospital.“It’s okay. Families argue,” I reply, even though I’ve never really had one.She nods thoughtfully. “Lucien doesn’t let many people in. So when he does, he’s protective—sometimes overly so. Kieran, though… he doesn't let anyone close. Not since Aubrey.”Aubrey.There’s that name again.We step into Raven’s office and find Lucien already there, slouched in a chair, brooding.“Where’s Damon?” Raven asks as she takes a seat.“Said something about keeping an eye on Aubrey,” Lucien mutters, annoyance creeping into his voice.That name again.“I can’t believe Kieran’s just letting her roam freely,” Raven murmurs under her breath.“He probably thinks it’s best for the war,” Lucien bites out. “That’s all that matters now.”“Don’t be like that, Luce,” Raven says gently. “You know he’

Zoey’s POV “We have two months to the war,” a voice says. The world around me is pitch black, but the voices pierce through the void like beams of light. “Phase One is already in motion. She won’t fail,” another voice answers calmly, coldly. “What about him? Is he ready yet?” “He’s been preparing for this his whole life. He’s ready. We’ll begin the ritual a week before the war.” “Good. Kieran’s downfall is around the corner… and my rise is all but certain.” Suddenly, air rushes back into my lungs like a crashing wave. I jolt upright, coughing, gasping for breath. My surroundings spin and blur, but as they come into focus, I realize I’m in the den of Anders’ cabin. My limbs tremble. My body feels weak—fragile, like it did when I was an Omega at Arrow Heart Pack. I brace myself against the wall, dragging my aching body up the creaky staircase, each step a battle. Voices drift toward me from above. “…she killed her parents during one of her episodes,” someone says. The words s

Zoey’s POV I don’t know where I’m going as I burst out of the cabin. The air is cold against my skin, sharp like reality slapping me back into the world, but my legs move with a purpose my mind can’t grasp. I’m not running from something. I’m running to something. Raven’s office. My feet lead me there before I even realize it, past guards and staff who stare and whisper but don’t stop me. Maybe they sense the energy rippling off me. Maybe they know better. The moment I reach her office door, I don’t knock. I push it open. It’s empty. Relief washes over me, swift and staggering. I crumble the moment I step inside, the door clicking shut behind me. My knees hit the floor hard, and sobs rip through me like tidal waves. My chest tightens with each breath until I can barely suck in any air. The room spins, the floor beneath me trembling. Then I feel it—my skin glowing again, softly at first, then brighter as my cries intensify. The tremor deepens. Dust dances in the air. Somewhere

Zoey’s POV“Thank you for joining us on this most joyous occasion,” Anders says, his voice echoing through a room I don’t recognize. A place I’ve never seen before, but somehow it feels familiar in a bone-deep way. The scent of burning herbs and moonflowers wafts through the air, mixing with the electric tension of something sacred.The room is overflowing with people, all beaming, dressed in ceremonial robes. There’s an unnatural stillness to their expressions, their smiles too wide, too perfect—like mannequins in a dream.On the stage with Anders stand Aubrey, Kieran, and Damon.They all wear the same bright, unsettling smiles.But it’s Kieran who nearly knocks the breath out of me. His smile is blinding, radiant. He looks like he’s exactly where he’s always wanted to be. His joy is so palpable it hurts to look at.And his hand is locked with Aubrey’s.“This is the claiming ritual for my daughter, Aubrey, and the Alpha King, Alpha Kieran,” Anders continues, his voice a proud tremor.

Zoey’s POV“I hope I’m not bothering you,” Maven says, his voice a rich baritone that wraps around the room like velvet. “I was hoping we could talk.”What is he doing here?For a second, my heartbeat had quickened, foolishly thinking it was Kieran at the door. But now I’m locked in Maven’s gaze, thrown off by his sudden presence.“So...?” he says, scratching the back of his neck. His awkwardness cuts through the silence, but I don’t reply. I just stand there, stunned. Eventually, my body shifts aside, betraying my hesitation and silently inviting him in.The moment the door clicks shut behind him, I realize how much the room shrinks with him inside. He moves with the ease of someone accustomed to being welcome, settling on the sofa like he owns it. I, on the other hand, hover awkwardly near the door, arms crossed, a pit of unease blooming in my stomach.“I’m sorry for barging in like this,” he offers.“Why did you?” I ask, forcing a polite smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.He s