Lahat ng Kabanata ng TO DENY A LUNA: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

VELARA'S POVWe had just eased out of the hotel driveway, sunlight glinting off the windshield as we headed toward the school to collect the kids. The day had started quietly, and I’d spent part of my morning digging through old corners of the internet until I stumbled upon a worn photograph of Alpha Damon from his teenage years. His familiar features, though younger and less hardened by time, looked so much like Kael’s that it made my heart twist. I hoped showing it to him would quiet his questions, at least for now. Lately, Kael had been probing about his father with growing intensity, and I found myself hesitating more each time he asked. The truth, that his father was my mate, felt like a door I wasn’t ready to open. It would only lead to a hallway full of questions I couldn’t answer, not yet.As we neared the school, barely five minutes away, the sudden wail of sirens fractured the calm. Elysia had just made the final turn when the flashing lights filled our r

VELARA'S POVThe car rolled to a halt, the quiet hum of the engine fading into the tense silence that followed. As I turned to look into the back seat, I caught sight of Selene, her small hands fumbling with the seatbelt. She slid toward Kael, her movements filled with urgency and instinctual need. Kael didn’t hesitate—his arms opened immediately, steady and sure, and she curled into him like a frightened animal seeking shelter. Her face pressed into his chest, drawing comfort from his presence, from the steady rise and fall of his breathing, from the familiarity of his scent.I pushed open my door and stepped into the open air just as a figure approached with brisk, authoritative steps. The uniformed officer’s face was carved in stone—unreadable, cold, professional. His eyes locked onto the car with determination, and when he reached the rear door, he didn’t pause before speaking.“Move aside, ma’am. I need to verify something,” he barked, voice clipped a

VELARA'S POVAll night, I had been slipping through shadows, sidestepping Kael’s gaze, hoping that if I moved quickly enough, if I busied myself with work long enough, I could avoid the storm I knew was brewing. But Kael had clung to my presence like a silent phantom, trailing me through the hotel with a stillness that was more unsettling than words. Not once did he speak, yet not once did he let me out of his sight. His presence was a constant weight on my shoulders, heavy with unspoken questions.Now, as we step into the dim quiet of the apartment, the walls close in with finality. There’s no more running. The confrontation I had tried so hard to delay is now inevitable. I have to face him—my son, the boy whose Alpha blood simmers like fire beneath his skin. The energy radiating from him is sharp and suffocating, a silent storm pressing against the air.I never thought I would be afraid of my own child. But tonight, Kael doesn’t feel like the soft-hearte

DAMON'S POVA storm brewed in my chest as the words left my mouth, low and tight. “I’m not marrying that girl.”The weight of frustration pressed against my ribs, rising with every breath. Just the thought of Alpha Viktor’s name made my teeth clench. I didn’t want anything to do with him, never had, never would. And yet, knowing my own father had played a hand in orchestrating this alliance made the betrayal burn deeper. He’d gone behind my back, thinking he could control my future like he always had. As if saying “no” meant nothing. As if my life was still his to command.But I wouldn’t bend to it. Let the consequences come. A rejected union might strain the fragile thread holding our packs together, it could even tip into war. Still, marriage? That was out of the question.Beside me, Dante’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “Elijahs?”I blinked, glancing up at him.He cocked a brow, waiting. I gave a small, dismissive s

VELARA'S POVKael was nestled close beside me on the couch, his small frame leaning into mine as though seeking answers he didn’t yet know how to voice. His delicate fingers hovered uncertainly over the laptop’s trackpad, hesitating with each breath. The blue light from the screen reflected in his wide, searching eyes—eyes that turned up to meet mine, filled with a depth of questions far too heavy for someone his age to carry.I offered him a gentle smile, even though something inside me twisted painfully. “You shouldn’t be listening in on grown-up conversations, sweetheart,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady, to wrap my words in calm even while my heart splintered beneath the surface.“But… is it true?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Did that lady die because her mate didn’t want her?”The weight of his question hung between us like fog. I pressed my lips together, fighting the instinct to shield him from the truth. Then