All Chapters of THE MOON'S FORBIDDEN MATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The rain fell in a steady rhythm that night, blanketing the palace grounds in a gray hush. Lily stood at the window of her temporary quarters in the healer's wing, staring out at the mist-shrouded forest. Her reflection on the glass was pale, troubled, and still.Behind her, Callum shifted in the bed, wincing slightly. Though his wounds had started to heal, the silver had sunk deep, and the pain lingered like a curse.“You should rest,” she whispered, not turning.“I will. After you stop pretending everything’s fine.”Lily pressed her forehead to the glass. “He ordered them to kill me.”Callum’s silence confirmed it.Victor’s message had reached them hours ago. It was delivered by a trembling palace guard who was too afraid to lie. The King's command was clear: Find Callum. Kill the Luna.Callum sat up slowly. “We need to leave. Tonight.”Lily finally turned to face him, her eyes hard. “No.”His brows rose. “No?”“We’ve run enough,” she said, moving toward him. “I’m done hiding in tun

The door slammed open.Steel-toed boots pounded against stone, war cries echoing as Victor’s soldiers flooded the corridor. At the center, a warlock raised his staff, the air pulsing with magic.But Lily was ready.She stood in front of Callum like a shield, her hair wild, eyes glowing with untamed power. Her hands burned with silver-blue energy, veins pulsing with the awakening of something ancient and dangerous.The warlock snarled. “Stand down!”Instead, Lily raised her hands.A blast of energy erupted from her palms, sending a shockwave that threw the front line of soldiers off their feet. The walls cracked, the ground trembled. The torchlight flickered violently, casting chaotic shadows.Callum, now alert, stood shakily. “What… what was that?”Lily didn’t take her eyes off the corridor.“I don’t know exactly. But I think I just found out what I am.”Callum stepped beside her, his hand brushing hers.“We’ll figure it out. Together.”Another round of soldiers surged forward. Callum

The air between them was dense with tension, the battle’s echoes still humming faintly in the ruined clearing.Callum stepped forward, standing half in front of Lily, as if shielding her from the King’s piercing gaze. His wolf was still on high alert, claws ready, eyes glowing.Lily, exhausted but composed, leaned lightly on his shoulder. The blood pact had stabilized her magic, but it had drained her too. Still, she wouldn’t cower. Not in front of him.King Alistair surveyed them both with the calm detachment of a man accustomed to power, destruction, and control. His black cloak fluttered lightly in the wind, and the silver ring bearing the royal crest on his index finger gleamed under the moonlight.“I see you’ve finally unlocked your bond,” he said to Callum, his voice devoid of judgment but tinged with curiosity. “How poetic. The cursed Luna and the disgraced prince.”Callum’s jaw clenched. “Say what you came to say.”Alistair took a few measured steps forward, his boots crunchin

Lily didn’t sleep that night.She couldn’t.Even after they returned to the palace, even after Elira placed a protective charm around her bed, even after Callum insisted on sleeping outside her door in wolf form, she couldn’t close her eyes.Every time she tried, his voice came back.“You’ve started to remember, haven’t you?”And worse..... The memory.The image of herself on her knees in front of Victor, smiling like she wanted to belong to him. Her own voice calling him my king, willingly and lovingly.It wasn’t me. It couldn’t have been.But deep inside, something whispered otherwise.It was you.The mark on her neck pulsed softly now, like it was humming, waiting.She got up before dawn, wrapped herself in her cloak, and headed to the west wing of the palace. Past the quiet halls and marble staircases, down into the archives.Few people knew it existed. Even fewer were allowed entry.But being a Luna now, she had access.She needed answers.The door creaked as she stepped inside.

Lily couldn’t move.Couldn’t think.Couldn’t breathe.The woman’s voice still echoed in her ears. It was low, rich, dripping with familiarity.“Daughter.”Callum instinctively stepped in front of her, his claws unsheathed again, his eyes flickering gold with protective rage. “Don’t come closer.”But the woman only laughed softly, like she was amused by the idea of being threatened. “I have no intention of hurting her. She’s mine. Born of me.”Lily’s lips parted. Her voice came out cracked. “That’s impossible. My mother........ My real mother, she died when I was a baby.”“She did,” the woman said calmly. “But I am not that woman.”Victor, still recovering on the ground, wiped blood from his mouth and chuckled weakly. “Tell her. Let her remember what she was made for.”Callum turned toward him with fury. “Shut your mouth.”Lily took a shaky step forward, her gaze glued to the mysterious woman who looked so much like her. They had same nose, same high cheekbones, even the same slight cu