Semua Bab Reclaiming His Fated Luna: Bab 91 - Bab 100

KIERANAs I sat behind the massive oak desk in my chambers, flipping through the last of the parchment reports I’d been meaning to review all morning, I barely noticed the soft knock at the door. My guards, standing silently by the entrance, exchanged a glance before one of them leaned in to speak slowly.“One of the kitchen handmaids requests a word with you, Alpha.”I let out a slow breath, already feeling the tension curl deeper in my spine. “Send him in,” I muttered, pushing the parchments aside and sitting back in my chair. I expected the usual — a supply shortage, a dispute among staff, maybe even a spilled meal. But the second the young male handmaid stepped in, fidgeting with the hem of his apron and refusing to meet my eyes, I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. He hovered at the threshold, pale as a ghost, until I said.“Out. All of you. Now.”The guards didn’t hesitate — my tone alone made it clear this wasn’t up for discussion. They cleared the room in seconds, shutting

KIERANI stood there for a moment after she walked away, the silence between us lingering like an aftertaste I didn’t ask for. My words had come out sharper than I intended—too sharp maybe—but in that moment, it had felt necessary.“Stop giving Selene food,” I’d told her, almost like a command, no space for negotiation. Vee had looked at me, confusion written all over her face, her brows creased in that way they always did when she didn’t understand me but wasn’t sure if she should challenge me either.“She’s hungry,” she’d said quietly, almost like it was a justification, like she needed me to understand that she wasn’t doing it to disobey me. But I had just looked at her, jaw clenched, heart beating harder than it should’ve.“That’s not your concern,” I’d replied, even though I knew damn well that if there was anyone whose concern it was, it should be mine.Now as I stood in the hallway, arms folded across my chest and my back pressed against the cold stone wall, I ran the moment ov

KIERANJust as I was wrapping up the meeting with my men in the war room, our heads still bowed over the map that lay stretched out on the table with little red markers dotting our border lines and defense points. That sound pierced the air—the horn, loud, blaring, urgent. It was the kind of horn we only blew when something wasn’t right, when something had crossed into our territory unannounced, uninvited. My head snapped up before anyone else could speak, and I pushed away from the table sharply, my chair scraping the wooden floor.“That wasn’t a drill,” I muttered under my breath, more to myself than anyone else. My heart kicked into a different rhythm, and I could already feel the tension crawling up my spine. I knew, without needing to be told, that whoever had come wasn’t someone I was eager to see. And I sure as hell hadn’t invited anyone into my territory today.“Alpha!” One of the younger scouts burst into the room, panting, his face flushed with urgency and eyes wide like he’

RAVENIt was almost midnight when I tugged my hoodie over my head, heart pounding a little louder than usual as I quietly closed the back door of the packhouse. The moon was full, casting a silver-blue light over everything, and I could hear nothing but the hush of wind rustling through the trees. Rowena was already waiting by the edge of the trees, her arms folded, eyes flicking left and right like she was expecting someone to leap out and grab us.“You’re late,” she whispered the second I got close enough.I scoffed, ducking under a low branch. “You try sneaking past four different patrols and a grumpy Alpha who has made it his personal mission to babysit us like we’re some fragile porcelain dolls,” I muttered, pulling the branch back for her.“I swear, one more ‘stay in your lane, Raven’ from Kieran and I might actually lose it.”Rowena grinned but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Honestly, I think he suspects we’d try something like this. He was way too calm today. That fake calm

KIERANSilently, I left the post I had kept for hours, my boots crunching softly against the gravel as I moved through the shadowed trail leading back to the eastern wing of the packhouse. The moon hung heavy in the sky, full and bright, casting long, silver streaks across the courtyard stones, and yet, all that clarity only made the truth feel darker. My thoughts were a tangled mess, looping back again and again to the way Vee had glanced over her shoulder earlier tonight, just before vanishing into the woods with Rowena.They thought I didn’t notice. They were careful—timing their movements, slipping out like wraiths under cover of night, but they forgot who I was. I’ve lived my life watching the movements of people, reading their silences louder than their words. Tonight, everything added up, Vee’s sudden disappearances, Rowena’s strange questions about patrol patterns, the way neither of them ever seemed to meet my eyes lately. And now I was sure. They were sneaking out. Together.